The Third Night

This is chapter 3 of 10 chapters in the series A Night with a Stranger

A Night with a Stranger – Chapter 3

I was a little startled when the phone rang. It was way past midnight but I wasn’t asleep. I was in bed trying to recollect the events of the past few days. Two days I spent with a complete stranger. For heavens sake I have fucked this guy twice already. Why do I still consider him a stranger? We have made love two nights in a row. We have had dinner, we have talked for hours and I still don’t know his full name.

“Hi Jane,” Murad commenced the conversation.

“Hi,” I replied angrily followed with, “do you know what time it is?” which I immediately regretted asking.

Why was I angry? Was it because he was calling me this late at night or the fact that he caught me thinking about him with my pants down, literary down. I was laying naked in bed thinking about him with my panties down to my knees, one of my hands gently rubbing the entrance to my vagina while the other squeezing my breasts.

“It is ten to one in the morning and you miss me,” he calmly replied.

“I what? It is you who is calling me remember! Maybe you are the one who is a little confused as to who misses who,” I retaliated. He remained silent. I thought I scored this one time but I knew my outburst was a mistake so I finally surrendered and confessed, “ok, ok, so I miss you, but I didn’t expect you to be calling this late at night.”

“I miss you to,” I was relieved to finally hear him say. Oh that was a close call.

“Are you calling me to return back my panties again this time,” I wanted to surprise him with my quick wit but I failed miserably.

“I am holding it right now,” he said.

Why does he always do this to me. He seems to surprise me when I least expect it so my tongue got tide up once again until he was the one who broke the silence, “I thought you gave it to me as a souvenir. It is one of my greatest possessions,” he said.

“What are you doing this late at night?” I asked. I wanted so badly to change the subject which was making me uncomfortable but I was also a little curious as to the fate of my famous panties in his hands.

“I couldn’t sleep thinking about you and I guess you feel the same way I do,” he explained. “I am also laying in bed naked with your red panties rapped around my cock.”

I was shocked. How did he know I was naked in bed? I didn’t expect this other reply from him either. But the imagery of him stroking his dick using my panties as a helping device was so arousing that my juices immediately started flowing. I guess I was right on the edge of my orgasm and I just needed this one last push to get me going. 

“What are you doing Jane?” he must have heard me sighing.

“Nothing,” I lied.

“I heard you Jane and I am glad I could be of assistance,” he said “now it it is your turn to help me.”

The arrogance of the man, but I was already hocked. “What do you want me to do?” I embarrassedly asked.

“You tell me,” he said.

“Ok. Let’s see. I want you to keep stroking your cock with my red panties rapped around your big shaft,” I said.

Oh my God. I was ordering Murad to masturbate while we talked on the phone. That was the first time I had done something like that and I loved it. 

“Just imagine my mouth going up and down sucking your cock. I start by licking it like a popsicle with long strokes all the way up. I circle the head with my tung and lick the precum coming out of the small hole. Then I go all the way down to your balls. Up and down, up and down. I put the first ball in my mouth and I suck. Then I try to put the other one inside as well. Oh they are so full they don’t fit in my mouth, but they tastes so good,” I tried to tease Murad by drawing him a picture of what I would have done if he was right here with me. 

I am not sure who was doing what to whom but I had forgotten that one of my hands was still down there hovering on my entrance caressing my clit which started to throb once again. 

“How do you feel? Is your dick ready to burst?” I asked. “Tell me before you do because I want you to come right in my mouth. Do you hear me?” I commanded after I heard the sound of heavy breathing from the other side of the phone line.

“Oh yes,” he said ” keep going. I am about to come.”

“Your cock is now fully in my mouth. It is so big I can’t breathe. I am trying to wiggle my mouth around it. I am trying to lick it while it is all the way up my throat,” I continue my description and I could feel that he was about to explode and so was I.

“Oh my God I am coming. I am cominnnnng,” was that him or me shouting? I don’t remember. I almost blacked out. Both of our juices flooded our hands covering up our sexual organs with wet slippery liquid.

“Look, what you made me do! Your panties are all wet now,” Murad finally said after he recovered from his orgasm.

“Bring them with you when I see you tomorrow at dinner. I want to smell and touch your cum. Same time same place ok? I won’t be wearing any panties so I will be needing them again,” I finally said and I quickly put down the phone not giving him a chance to respond. Oh my God I did it again. What have I gotten myself into?

I arrived at Nicolas at eight thirty the next evening. He was waiting for me this time and so was Else, the same waitress that served us the previous night. She hurriedly welcomed me to the restaurant and showed me where Murad was sitting. He always chose a rounded booth at the back of the place that was almost out of sight of every one in the restaurant. We had an excellent dinner as usual and we talked about trivial matters among other things.

“Aren’t you going to tell me more about Berg this time?” I asked Murad after most of the customers had left and he resumed to tell me the story: 

“Berg spent weeks and weeks sleeping on the upper deck of the ship. The boat rocked and swirled. It flipped and turned. He thought he was going to die. Not from fear for after all the ordeals he had been through nothing frightened him anymore. But he thought the boat was definitely  going to sink from the amount of rain that drenched it. They finally arrived to this new place which was to be their new home. Berg had never seen such a huge city in his life. Not that he had seen many but with hundreds of buildings that almost reached the sky, thousands of people and cars jamming up the streets, It was a daunting place. They called it the city of New York.

He waited for a few more days at the sea port until the authorities gave him his identity papers, a few dimes and told him to go and find a job. He was only twelve years old and he didn’t know where to go. He didn’t even know the language of this new country. He was left to fend for himself in this city. “Maybe coming to this place wasn’t a good idea after all,” he kept telling himself but he didn’t have a choice in this matter.

One day Berg was sitting on a curb by a small side ally, waiting for his luck to change, when an ugly old man came up to him and said, “you just come off of one of those ships?” Berg was surprised to hear someone speak to him in his native language but he just nodded. “I can give you some food and a place to sleep if you agree to do as I tell you.” He took him to a small room in a derelict old building where he met a few more kids almost his own age. They were all dirty, lonely, hungry and miserable as he was.

“I will teach you how to hold a knife and use it to rob people on the streets,” the ugly old man told the kids who were huddled up in the room. At the beginning Berg was reluctant to remain with this villain. He didn’t want to hurt people. He was brought up in a decent family and they condoned such acts of thievery. But what was he supposed to do? He was hungry, cold, and sleeping on the streets so he gave up his sole for a piece of bread and a roof on top of his head. This is how Berg came to be one of the city rats in a place they call New York.

“You know this is such a fascinating story. I can’t wait to learn more about Berg next time round,” I commented. By the time Murad finished his recital we were the last ones in the restaurant so he called for the bill. 

Else the waitress hurriedly came and stood waiting for Murad to pay her. From the expression on her face I knew that she wanted more than his money. She wanted to see what Murad would do next and he didn’t disappoint her. We were both surprised when he brought out my red panties yet again and put them on the table. I had completely forgotten about those since we sat down to dinner but I already came prepared. I wasn’t wearing any panties and I felt my juices slowly trickling down my thighs.

“I thought you needed your old panties back,” he told me. “You said to bring them because you wanted to wear them again,” he followed, “and just to warn you, they might still be sticky from last night.”

I looked at Else. She wasn’t as embarrassed as last night maybe a little surprised that Murad would repeat the same thing all over again. She looked at me to see what I would do with this integral piece of my attire which was now spread on the dining table right in front of her. So not to disappoint her myself, I did what I had done the last time. I grabbed my panties of the table and put them on, but before I put them on I brought them up to my mouth and nose. I was delighted to smelled the aroma and taste the semen of the satan fabric. 

After this fragrant display of underwear drama the waitress smiled and asked us, “are you going to repeat this same ritual every night?”

“Sorry if we have offended you,” Murad apologized.

“No, it’s not that. But I was looking forward to another one of your shows. Working as a waitress in this restaurant can become a little boring sometimes,” she said “and I was surprised to see something interesting for a change.”

“Thank you. Glad that we spiced up your night,” Murad said, “maybe you will have an opportunity to participate next time.”

The waitress beamed him a shy smile, took the money that Murad put on the table and ran inside the kitchen to finish closing up or maybe do other things to release the tension coming off of her face and body.

“What did you mean by having her participating?” I asked Murad in surprise after listening to that brief exchange between Else and my date. I didn’t understand where this might eventually lead to and I wasn’t quit sure I wanted to.

“Don’t worry. I was only teasing her,” he said with mischief in his eyes that made me nervous. I didn’t believe him. He had something up his sleeve. We went to his home again and had another wonderful night of passionate sex then he took me home and bid me good night. As he was leaving he said that he was going to have a surprise for me tomorrow after dinner. Now I felt nervous, real nervous. Oh and I forgot to ask him his full name once again.

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