Simone woke up with a groan and a wracking pain in her lower back. Lifting her head, she saw that her digital clock read 3am.
When had the stranger put her to bed? When had he left?
She felt her comfy pajamas and smelt how clean she was. So, he had bathed her once more. He made sure she did not wake up stinking of sex.
"How thoughtful," she groggily murmured to herself. "Maybe I should have told him I loved him before he left."
She smiled as she returned to sleep with remarkable ease. Even the soreness in her body couldn't compare to the satisfaction she felt. She knew she had slept soundly for several hours.
And she would enjoy a few more hours of zzzz's.
He did it. He fucked me into a stupor. I'm gonna have so much energy when I go to work. I should invite him over to fuck me every night. If he can cure my insomnia then maybe it was fate that sent him to me. Who better for a sleep deprived woman to fall in love with?
As she drifted back into dreamland, she saw elusive, murky images and heard faint voices. The scent of the stranger's perfume was prevalent throughout all of it.
When she woke up 4 hours later, she forgot all she had dreamt and got about getting ready for her day with a bright smile on her face. She would have skipped through her apartment if not for the fact that her legs felt a bit unsteady and her pussy throbbed.
Stepping into her shower, she left out a long sign of pleasure as the hot water did its magic, soothing her soreness. Her nipples ached a bit and she had hickeys all over her neck and shoulders. Adding to the ones he'd given her the night before.
She would inform him, that going forward, he would have to lessen his biting and sucking. Though in the heat of the moment she was too lost to care, they would require a conscious effort on her part to keep covered up. She did not want to be at work and suddenly have eyes watching her in that knowing way.
And not realize it for what it was right away.
Or worse, need to have one of her collogues awkwardly pull her aside and tell her.
Cranking the water close, she stepped out and got dressed. She chose to wear makeup again, tied her hair up into a high ponytail and inserted large golden hoop earrings.
A turtle neck was necessary. She paired it with another one of her pencil skirts.
But no heels. She would opt for ballet flats.
Admiring herself, she tried not stare too long at her midsection. Even though the stranger had said he preferred women with some meat on her bones, it wasn't enough to eradicate years worth of deep insecurity.
Maybe if she got to know him and heard it more often, she would end up believing it. She believed him when he said it, but she did not see it in herself.
I will tell him I love him the next time he comes to see me. Maybe that'll prompt him to tell me who he is.
Checking her phone, she saw that she had texts from the stranger. He had entered his number into her contacts under the name R.
I hope you slept well. I hope you're not too sore. I'll come see you again, then I'll have to leave for a few days. But feel free to text me anytime. If you're feeling depressed, lonely or if your insomnia gets really bad again. I love you.
Simone smiled, tearing up and nearly ruining her eyeliner. How did he know about her depression? Her loneliness? Her insomnia too? There's no way some random school mate from high school would know so much. He had to have been closer to her.
Had he lied about their history? Had they actually been friends? Is that why he refused to show his face? But how could she not have recognized his voice? She would recall anyone close enough to her to know so much about her.
Or had been spying on her? He did say he had been watching her for a long while. Had he hired a private investigator to watch her? But that would take money. A cost which would only increase if he had been tracking her for years.
Was he a rich man? In the current economy who could afford to spy on someone? Why even bother?
And why had he taken so long to come to her? If he'd wanted to fuck her so badly why didn't he come sooner? Given how much pleasure he was able to give her, she would have given in. Whatever inhibitions she had wouldn't have lasted long once he'd started touching her.
They could have been fucking this whole time.
Especially that perfume which she wondered if it was an aphrodisiac.
She walked the short distance to Bonifice Elementary School still thoroughly lost in her thoughts.
Was it because I was hammered and incoherent? Was that the opening he was looking for? Well, I guess that makes sense. I rarely got that drunk. But he said that he had just wanted to make sure I was okay, not....
It was all so confusing. By the time she got to the school, she had given herself a pounding headache. Simone felt there was something missing. She recognized his cologne and she felt safe with him. That was not an insignificant detail.
On some level she trusted this man.
Was this why he didn't tell her? Did he want her to figure out who he was before he showed his face?
But why was his voice so elusive? How likely was it that she would forget someone's voice?
She thought back to all of her former classmates. She could recall them easily, even the ones she had formed no friendship with.
She was so distracted, she walked right into the front door. Then she spent a good 20 seconds trying to push instead of pull.
Laughing it off, she went inside, returning the greeting on the Vice Principal who passed her in the hall.
Today, Mrs.Veela would read to the kindergarteners during first period. For the first hour, she would be the only one managing the library. Not a big deal. It would allow her to escape the older woman's very perceptive gaze.
And right now she was flushing as she recalled all the different ways she'd been fucked all over her apartment. The stranger hadn't let her go for a second. Even as they'd moved around, he had remained firmly lodged inside her.
Once she grew exhausted and sagged against him he'd simply twisted around her to suckle at her breasts.
Or give her a massage.
Then once she got her energy up he'd begin thrusting again.
She recalled how towards the end of their marathon, he had sat down on her couch, seating her on his lap, still nestled inside her and had just held her.
No words, no kisses, just a tender embrace to let her know that it wasn't just sex he was craving. His need to remain joined even after his passion had faded revealed a deeper connection.
It was love. What made him love her she did not know, but she was glad as now she was ensnared as well.
If I tell him he'll be happy, won't he? Or will he think it's too soon? He may have been pining after me for a while, but I don't even know who he is.
Giving herself a slight shake, she opened the door to the library and stepped inside.
Work. I have to focus on work. I can think about him once the day's over. Beside I can't think on our tender moments without immediately recalling the sex. No way will I be able to focus if I keep thinking about his cock driving into me.
Simone sat down and slapped her cheeks. Get a grip, girl!