Rena: Code 143

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Nicolaus.

Water pelting down my body from the shower I was under. My hips stuttered as my left hand gripped my cock firmly. While my right lay flat on the wall to hold me steady as I pumped myself continuously. The image of the magnificent woman named, Rena caused my body to shudder in pleasure. Her curved, but lithe figure and smooth, brown skin. The light of her slender brown eyes and her irresistible smile beamed with radiance. Her beautiful dreadlocks that I wanted to grip in my hand as I kissed her luscious lips. The memory of her seeped into my brain.

The way my heart thumped loudly inside my chest when I saw her. The electricity I felt when our eyes connected at the restaurant. The lilting sound of her voice when we spoke for the first time. I was mad at myself for days for not asking the woman's name. I couldn't believe I was feeling this way toward a stranger. Ένας αρκετά ξένος. A pretty stranger.

Then somehow, I saw her again, banging on the door. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her; Rena. She was positively drenched, her clothes clinging to every curve on her body. I tried not to stare too hard as to not come off as a creep, but my eyes couldn't help but linger. Through the night we were stuck together I tried to distract myself from my hardening cock. Constantly making coffee and heading to the back room. Though I tried positioning my body in certain ways so she wouldn't be put off. I made sure to give her enough space to make her feel comfortable and safe. I didn't want her to think I had ill intentions.

As we spent more time together through the night I noticed the way her eyes would linger on me. Though I tried my best to ignore it, it seemed impossible. And when we played a silly card game that I found miraculously, I found her pleasurable to be around. I enjoyed seeing this little woman be competitive over a game. Her eyes sparkling in delight when she won and her boisterous laugh when I acted upset. I loved seeing her smile light up the room and chose to lose to Rena every game.

Then when the storm died down I found myself becoming upset. I didn't want to see her leave again. She was a wonderful woman to be around, causing me to let loose for once. Then when she stood by the bar calling for her husband, but he never answered. I really didn't want her to leave after seeing her filled with such disappointment. I tried not to put my nose into her personal affairs, but I couldn't help but be concerned. What man doesn't make sure his wife is ok when she isn't home? Anything could have happened to her when she was out in the storm.

What if I hadn't been there?

Under no circumstances did I want to take advantage of her situation, but seeing this woman so sad, did something to me. I didn't want to see tears on her face. This woman should never be crying unless in happiness or ecstasy. The only thing I wanted to accomplish that night was to provide comfort. Even though I was a stranger. But when our eyes clashed together and we were so close, I couldn't help myself.

Now here I am, stroking my cock under the streams of my shower. Remembering the taste of Rena's lips. How she responded to me as I fucked her mouth with my tongue. A groan escaped me as I thought of the way she said my name.

"Nicolaus," she whined in memory. I stroked my length harder biting my lip. I could only imagine how it would feel if I had my length inside of her. Would she moan my name over and over? Cream on me as I suckled her breasts? Beg me to fuck her harder as I pounded her on my bed?

"Γάμα με" Fuck me. That woman would be the death of me. Constant images of us together in different positions, brought me to my high. Streams of cum shot out of my cock as I came, heading straight down the drain. I could hardly think straight as I took deep breaths. How is it possible for her to have this hold on me? How can we just be friends, pretty stranger?