The Tenant (II)

“Fuck. How can you do that?”

I collapsed beside Paul and felt his arms go around my waist to pull me closer. I just finished riding him and he came so fast I wasn’t even able to cum myself.

We haven’t had sex for like a week already since he was always too busy every night when he comes home, so I didn’t bother convincing him to do it. But it was different tonight. I kept on remembering Chase’s face under me when I was having sex.

I closed my eyes guiltily and let Paul smoother me with kisses. I let him cum inside me, it was no big deal. He couldn’t get me pregnant, anyway. Probably that was also the reason why he wasn’t always excited with sex. I was always the one initiating. He refused to try new things. It has and always will be just vanilla sex for us.

A few moments later I heard him snoring beside me. I untangled myself and went to the bathroom to wash quickly. I put on my sexy, lacy nightdress that covers almost nothing except the lower part of my pussy and my nipples. Paul was used to seeing me wear that but still he wasn’t always on the mood.

I went outside to get some beer in the fridge but to my dismay, there was none. I forgot to buy a new stock. I needed a drink bad.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was just 11pm. There was a convenience store on the ground floor, so I thought I could get just a quick pack. I took the red robe I always keep near the entrance and put it on, securing it tightly around my nightdress.

I went down to the convenience store and was glad no one was around. It was Friday anyway. Either people were already asleep or they were all out enjoying the night.

Unfortunately, there were no beers in the convenience store. The cute lady told me they just got sold out a few minutes before I came in. I tried to check what other alcohol beverages they have, but none was to my taste. I was thinking if there were other stores nearby, when all of a sudden, Chase materialized in front of me. I jumped in surprise.

“Hey,” he said reaching for my elbow to steady me. “Easy.”

I laughed. “You scared me. I didn’t see you coming.”

“Well, you were too busy staring on the fridge.”

“Oh yes. They don’t have stock of my favorite beer. I was thinking about going somewhere else.”

He raised an eyebrow. “In your pajamas?”

I smiled sheepishly. God, he was so fucking gorgeous with his tightly fitting white shirt and jet-black pants.

“If you want, we could drive to my bar and get some of your drink. I might have what you are looking for,” he said.

“You have a bar?”

“Yes, a few blocks from here.”

I was suddenly so curious about him. Who was he anyway?

“Well if you don’t mind me going with you in my pajamas,” I replied.

“Shoot.”

His car, a black sedan, was parked outside the building. He must actually be leaving when he saw me. I got into the passenger seat, and he went to drive.

His bar was just literally a few blocks. I’ve been living in this area for five years now but I haven’t noticed it before. Instead of parking in front, he drove towards the back where there were a few cars and motorbikes. He went out, opened the door for me and then I followed him towards the back entrance.

It was more of a club actually, I suddenly realized. Music was blasting from the speakers and a DJ was seen in front with people dancing on the dance floor.

Chase must have noticed my surprise because he said, “It’s reserved for today. A birthday of a client.”

“Oh.”

A client? Is that what they call people now?

“Boss!” Someone called from the bar. It was a gorgeous, sexy lady in a red tube and skimpy skirt. “Need anything?”

“A couple of beers, put it in a box and drop it by the counter,” Chase commanded. His tone was serious. Then he turned to me, “would you like to drink?”

The atmosphere in the bar was changing the way I think. I never really partied and go to clubs or bars when I was still single, so it was all so new to me.

“Well, if it’s okay to serve drinks to a woman in her pajamas, why not?” I answered then smiled. Chase smiled too making me somewhat nervous.

“Bring the usual upstairs,” he told the girl. The girl gave him a gorgeous seductive smile and went to work.

I became too conscious with my robe. I was laughing inside. I can only imagine what the people are thinking seeing a woman, with no makeup at all, wearing a robe, in a bar.

“Let’s go up,” Chase said. “It’s more private.”

I followed him upstairs and we went to a dark hallway with a couple of doors on a side. I was expecting a private drinking area when he opened one, but instead it was like a mini bar on its own.

It was a small room but with its own bar, a couple of cozy leather seats and a huge billiards table in the middle. The lights were dimmed and there was a soft background music coming from the speakers.

We went in and closed the door behind us. I wanted to ask him like a million questions, but that would seem too personal. Remembering what happened earlier in the bathroom, I could only imagine how awkward this could be.

“Do you play?” He asked me.

“Billiards?” I asked. “No. My husband does though. He’s quite good.”

“He never taught you?”

“I never asked.”

The sexy girl came in, without knocking. She was holding a tray with 2 glasses and a bottle of who knows what. She placed it on a bar and then went out. But before she did, she gave me a long, withering look.

I suddenly became so conscious. What am I doing here? Chase is actually a complete stranger I just met earlier in some, perhaps, unavoidable circumstances. I was never a flirt, much more a wild one. Or am I just thinking too much when this is in fact an innocent encounter?

To remove the silence, I approached the billiards table and took a cue stick. The balls were already on the table. Though I don’t play, I know how it works given that I have seen my husband play like a million times. Feeling somewhat conscious of his gaze, I tried to ignore it and shoot some balls. Which of course didn’t fall in any pocket.

Chase approached me and handed me a glass which I took appreciatively. He took the stick from me and started to play and I can say he was really good.

“Why did you move to the building, by the way?” I asked bravely.

He was still playing while he answered. “My house is being renovated.”

“Oh,” I said. “Do you actually live near here?”

“No.”

“How long will you be staying?”

“I’m not sure. It depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“A lot of things.”

I was feeling stupid all of a sudden. I was feeling guilty and all for coming, and it seemed like I was the only one feeling that way since he wasn’t interested much in talking to me. Yes, something happened at earlier, but probably it was all there is.

Realization dawned on me. What happened at home was just an accident. He might actually think I was too easy so he wasn’t even bothering talking to me. Well! Why should I care?

“Um, I need to go home,” I said. “Uh, I will just probably get a cab.”

He stopped playing and drank some. Then he approached me.

“I’ll give you a lift.”

“No need to bother. It’s just a few blocks away from here anyway and…”

Suddenly, he put his hands on either side of my hips and raised me to sit me on the billiards table. I was so surprised I wasn’t able to react quickly.

“Hey!” I said.

“Don’t you have any other questions to ask me?”

A million questions, I’ve thought but didn’t say out loud.

“None. What are you doing?” I asked instead.

He was silent. He stared at my lips and I felt my pulse quickened.

“I want to give you a chance to say no,” he whispered.

Somehow, however in denial I might be, I knew what he was talking about.

“What happened at home was an accident,” I started, blushing a bit. “I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.”

He smiled. “Made me uncomfortable? Do you think that was what I was feeling when I left your unit?”

“You are just too polite to say so. Still, I am sorry.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

He raised his hand and touched the side of my neck. A shiver run down my spine.

“Because it will make me think you didn’t like it,” he replied.

I was staring at him. I have never felt this tense and aroused before. Just for a guy I just met a few hours ago! What is happening to me?

I was still thinking that I didn’t notice his hands expertly removing the knot on my robe. And the next thing I knew he was pulling down the robe, halfway down my body, revealing my sexy nightgown underneath.

I heard his sharp intake of breath.

I tried to pull back my robe but his hands stopped me. He was staring at my body, well half of it, the upper part that was exposed to his view.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” I said.

His hand, which was resting on my neck, started to go down until it rested on the side of my breast. He started to stroke and caress it.

“Is that a no?” he asked.

I took all my sanity to answer him. “It is a no.”

“Let me change your mind then.”

He then pushed me down on the table, making me lie down. Then he raised both of my legs on the table and removed the robe covering my body. I was fully exposed then, the only barrier between me and his hands was a flimsy nightdress. I wasn’t even wearing panties!

I was expecting him to unzip his pants and reveal that hard cock molded against his pants. Instead, he moved closer and started to caress my thighs. Fuck. My pussy started to throb.

“Sara…” he murmured. “If only you knew…”

I decided to close my eyes. I want him to fuck me but I knew we shouldn’t. But since my body was betraying me, I might as well just do it once! Just enough to take him out of my system.

His hands started to move up my thighs, then his fingers started to feel the sides of my pussy. By reflex, I started to close my legs together but he laughed and pushed it aside. I could feel both of his thumbs massaging the lips of my pussy, almost tickling me. My clit was so fucking near I hope he’ll stop avoiding it.

“Do you want me to touch it?” he asked.

Fuck. The hell with it. I nodded and then I felt his fingers finding my clit and he started to rub it but firmly. His other fingers were stroking the lips of my pussy.

I was starting to get wet. I was afraid I will cum. I haven’t done it for a week already, I could only imagine how shock he will be if I leak liquid all over his precious billiards table.

“Don’t let me cum,” I whispered.

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“I’ll make a mess on your table.”

There was silence. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at my face as if contemplating.

“We have ways for that,” he replied. Then he suddenly inserted his fingers inside my pussy — hard. I moaned loudly but he continued to play with it. In…out…in…out…. my sticky liquid enveloping his fingers. I closed my eyes again and savored the moment. I want to feel his cock inside of me. Inhaven’t felt any cocks before, just my husband’s. How good must it be to feel a different one… to taste a different cum…

I sat up to face him when I felt something building inside of me. He was closer than I expected, so when I was in a sitting position, our faces were just inches from each other.

“Let me taste your dick, please,” I murmured. I saw something flickered in his eyes. It was not lust. Amusement?

“Not yet,” he replied. Then he intensified his caresses and my clit started to feel the familiar sensation when I was about to cum.

“Fuck…C-Chase…I will cum…”

“Cum in my mouth,” he said. Then he lowered his head and the next thing I knew he was eating me. I moaned so loud I was sure that anyone outside the door would hear it.

He pushed me back to make me lie down, and raised my legs, as if I was giving birth. He dived deep into my pussy, his tongue entering my cave and licking my insides. He was still stroking my clit and it was a torment for me to stop him.

“No… please,” I begged.

But he didn’t stop. Instead, he started to suck everything. That was when I felt my body tense and I knew.

I held his head tightly and pushed him deeper into my pussy. It was like a cresendo inside of me, deep and low then suddenly resurfacing as if being dragged out of its cave. I started to cum. Cum hard and continuously.

I gripped his hair and my legs closed on either side of him. I was panting like a wild woman, moaning so loud I felt like an animal.

It seemed like an eternity, but when I was done all I felt was this tired feeling as if I wanted to sleep. He released me and I could sense him stand up and straightened. My eyes were closed and I heard him move around the room, taking things and probably doing something.

I was still sprawled on the billiards table like a harlot. I need time to organize my thoughts. We didn’t really fuck right? He just made me cum. Should I feel guilty?

I was still contemplating when suddenly I heard a familiar clicking sound.

I opened my eyes in horror and I saw him standing in front of me, a camera on his hand.

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