Thread: Wandering in the Night [RA and Chanti]

RE Never Alone RA and Chanti Strangers in the Night Her chicken was delicious. But even better was the conversation. Leah didn't realize just how much she had enjoyed it till it was over. Till she was standing beside her car feeling as if she had been hit by a runaway trained, bewildered and disoriented. She could still smell him - a faint masculine scent that she could not quite define. She could still feel his lips burning a brand onto her cheek, could still see that confident smile that danced on the border of arrogant. She stared down at the card in her numb fingers, and couldn't stop a grin. So like him! Simple. Confident. On the edge of pretentious with its simplicity. She didn't remember the drive home. She was far too busy going over every single second of the dinner. Remembering the calm assurance in his voice. Remembering the comforting security that somehow lurked in those eyes of his. Remembering his business-like demeanor that at times faded into something that showed a potential for him to be frighteningly intimate. What would it be like, being with him? Would he be as patient with her as she needed? Would he simply want to fuck her and move on? She was always wary when going home. It was not the best neighborhood. Quite frankly it was a slum. But it was the best she could afford. The parking lot was full of cars as run down or worse as hers some of them hadnt been mobile in months. The lot was full of dog piss and shit, and sometimes human piss. Sometimes groups of sketchy looking young men hung around an entrance and she would have to seek out another. Even the narrow, dimly lit hallways were something to be careful of. But tonight she sailed right into her apartment without once glancing around herself, without once checking for anyone lurking in a dark corner. Fortunately none such existed, and when she locked her door behind her she still wore that vacant, silly smile she had been wearing since she had slid into her car in the restaurant parking lot. What better music to turn on after a night like tonight than Frank Sinatra? She turned on her 250 laptop from Walmart and turned to her Goldie Oldie playlist. As Sinatra crooned about Strangers in the Night, Leah changed into jeans and a t-shirt and began cleaning. Partially in protest of the filth that lay outside her door, partially out of pride that it was HER place, Leah kept the little apartment spotless. It didnt take long to complete her work. She straightened and vacuumed the living room, scrubbed the bathroom, set the now dried gleaming chair into a corner of the bedroom, and rolled up the plastic that had lain on the floor. She took a load of laundry down to the dingy laundry room she hated so much, and stayed down with it, trying to read a novel and failing utterly. More than once she found herself staring blankly at the washing machine or dryer swirling around and around, realizing she had been thinking of him again. Once her apartment was clean she focused on her lunches for the next week at work. Normally she did that on Saturday, which was tomorrow. But she was restless tonight, and cooked up a quick batch of turkey and barley tomato soup, with a dozen corn and green chili corn muffins. These were carefully packed away into Tupperware containers and put up in the freezer. By then it was late, and though she was not a bit tired she went to bed, stripping down to a pair of panties and crawling between the cool sheets. She left the playlist on. Patsy Cline sang about falling to pieces, and the words brought a sympathetic pang to her heart as she wondered how she would feel if she never saw him again. She lay there, staring up at the ceiling where the shadows of the room were cast by the nightlight. Remembering again. Remembering the first sight of him. The first time she saw his smile. The swiftness he took the check that had been placed near his plate anyway as if the staff knew he were paying but he wanted to be certain there was no hesitation that would give her worry. He wanted her to call him. It had taken enough nerve to go onto fetlife in the first place. But he wanted her to take yet another step. She instinctively understood why there should be no doubt she wanted this. And what was this? She thought of him naked here in this room with her. On this bed with her. She sucked in a deep, quivering breath as she cool night breeze from the open window sifted across her bare breasts, imagining his fingers on those same breasts. Imagined her on her knees before him, his pants opened. A faint hiss of breath, and she was surprised to realize her fingers were inching into her panties towards her already wet pussy. She bit her bottom lip, and allowed her fingers to continue as her thoughts towards towards him again. The thin sheet shifted as her fingers found her succulent wet flesh, hips rising to meet the rush of sweet pleasure. What would he do to her on that first meeting? Lurid fantasies filled her mind, their bodies naked and slicked with sweat, writhing together here on her bed. She moaned, the sheet sliding away under the pressure of one hand, exposing her naked body to the dimly lit room. High firm breasts thrust upwards to the ceiling, their peaked nipples evident even in the darkness. Her legs were splayed wide, wet flesh glistening as her fingers worked. Slowly, at first. Teasing herself. Soft whimpering panting sounds filling her room as she thought of them together, her lips around him, his fingers twisting in her hair. Her soft sinewy body shifted in curved shadows on the bed as she ground her hips down onto her own fingers. Her hips bucked when she thought of his firm hand she had noticed how strong it looked when he had picked up the check slapping against her naked ass. Her moan of pleasure was loud when she thought of him stripping her just for the pleasure of looking at her no other reason. Dear God, let the sight of her bring him pleasure. She squirmed out of her panties, discarding them onto the floor beside the bed. Her hand slipped further, her legs spreading even wider, knees coming up to give her more access to her body. One small finger circled the tight pucker of her ass and another strangled moan sounded in the room as she slid that finger into that tight hole. Again, she moved slowly. Teasing herself, tormenting herself. Her hips bucked periodically but she refused to allow her body free reign. She savored the delicious agony as her body screamed for release, letting out delicious needy little whimpers as she fucked her own ass with her finger, her other hand circling her swollen clit, only occasionally flicking it. Only when a faint sheen of sweat glimmered on her skin did she allow herself the release she desperately needed. And when she came, it was with the cry of his name on her lips. She didnt even last till noon. She woke up a little after six in the morning, naked and still smelling of her pleasure from the night before. She showered, ate a little breakfast of poached egg and a slice of tomato on toast, and then roamed around the apartment restlessly. Desperate to call him, and terrified of seeming needy. Between eight and nine she forced herself to leave her apartment, going down to the Saturday morning farmers market. She left two hours and 25 poorer, but with a wealth of fresh vegetables. At home she busied herself cleaning and prepping some of the vegetables, storing others away for later use. And then she found herself restlessly roaming her apartment again. Distracted, pacing from room to room. And when she finally broke down and called him at 1108 in the morning, Moon River was playing softly in the background, barely able to be heard. Hhi. Its Leah. Iumm Even in the privacy of her apartment her face burned scarlet with embarrassment at her stuttering. She forced the rest of it out in a rush. Im ready to start.