Quarantine sucks thought Michael as he laid back on a freshly made bed. He scrolled tinder and every once in a while, would find a cute girl to exchange a night of conversation with but the matches never developed into anything more. Boredom quickly swept over him. He looked through new shows on Netflix, Amazon, Hulu, and Disney but nothing was meeting his desires. He would walk back and forth to the fridge to see if anything looked appetizing, he often cooked to combat the neurosis of being alone. He lived alone, which he thought a part of his identity but with no one to humor or to humor him he could feel himself slipping into a consistent need of affection and intimacy. Often, he found himself pacing around his place talking on the phone to friends and a girl who he had been starting to get close to before he tested positive for the virus. The virus had just popped up in his area and had not grown to any number, apart from him being in quarantine the world around him had not changed. Shops, restaurants, and day to day life were unaffected.
She was cute, much better looking than him he thought to himself frequently. She was not a typical girl he found himself attracted to but in a peculiar way she ticked all of his boxes. They were also very different, he was a consistent man, kept to a routine, thought of his responsibilities highly and rarely did things unexpected; he was attractive, stable, very easy to talk to, and women seemed to gravitate toward him. She was often late, independent but caring, had a high standard for people that surrounded her yet compassionate, and spontaneous beyond all belief. Her name was Sophia. Her spontaneity was what attracted him most, he never planned anything with her, yet they seemed to find something spectacular to fill the days when they were together. He thought about her more and more as his two weeks of solitude was coming to an end. He found himself thinking about her soft skin and her the way he could feel her smile when she was kissing him. They hadn’t spent a night together, yet in the shower he thought about how their bodies would feel pressed together, he wanted more than ever to feel her warmth against his chest and for his hands to explore every part of her body. He stroked his cock while the hot water flowed over him. Imagining her lips wrapped around it and her blue-green eyes looking up at him. His cock was reaching the back of her throat over and over again and suddenly the shower went cold. His eyes opened and fumbled to grip the valve to shut it. Pausing for a moment to regather himself he had an Idea.
Michael worked for a small brewery for the last two years as a bartender, that’s where he met Sophie. She came in on Tuesdays between class and would always order the same amber beer. She was always nice, some days she would engage him in conversation and others would have headphones in working on some sort of algorithms at least he thought, the papers always looked to be a different language to him, so he never asked. He asked other bartenders if she came in often outside of his shifts and they always replied they never saw her. She only came in when he was serving her. That’s when he started to take more interest and not but two weeks later, they were having coffee at her favorite spot. She ordered for him and seemed to have a similar relationship with the baristas as she had with him. They hit it off over the usual life questions and weeks had passed of casual yet escalating dates before he entered quarantine. Michael wrapped himself in a towel and looked at his calendar on his phone. He had a small party at the brewery this next week for the employees and any others who wanted to join. They usually had 1 or 2 of these employee appreciations parties a year but he had never attended. Knowing how spontaneous Sophie was, she may want to join me he pondered. He took off his towel and sat in his reading chair naked and started to dial her number.
“Hey Sophie, how are you?” He enthusiastically called out.
“I’m doing well Michael. How is your quarantine coming along? I’m starting to miss you more.” She sounded sincere.
“Ca va, it’s going, just hoped out of the shower.” he said with a slight French accent in order to sound sexier than usual.
“The shower? Sounds pleasing.” She teased almost as if she had known his thoughts.
“So, I don’t normally go to these employee parties at the brewery but if you would like to accompany me, I think it might be a lot of fun. Everyone is dressing in black tie this year and seeing as we may not be able to do a lot with groups here soon…” she stopped him
“I would love too. But how about we make it a little interesting?” she insisted without pause.
“How about instead of going together, we go as complete strangers. Perfect strangers if you will.”
His reply was inquisitive yet intrigued, “That sounds marvelous!”
He shared the information with her, and they exchanged goodbyes for now.
She continued on with her day, she had spent the last two weeks full of adventure as summer was coming into full swing. Sophie was studying environmental engineering and previously only dated other want to be engineers. She hadn’t talked to another man like she had with Michael, yet she remained reserved. She had purposefully ended dates before they could make it to the bedroom and until Michael’s quarantine started had not regretted it. Now when he called, she just wanted him to come over and more than ever had been having dirty thoughts. She had never had dirty thoughts about the other guys she’s been with. They were along the same line as Michael, followed routine, company type men and some of them had not a spontaneous or romantic bone in their body. That’s why when he had so quickly said yes to a night of perfect strangers she was elated. She sat down after hanging up on her messy bed and started to daydream about her upcoming date. She imagined him in a tailored black suit, neat hair, and she could almost smell him wafting through the air in her room. Michael walked toward her confident and broody as he undid his tie. She bit her lip and laid back into her pillows sliding her hand down the front of her Calvin Kline boxers. She was already wet, but she didn’t know if it was because of his voice over the phone or him walking toward her undressing in her mind. She started to rub her clit softly as he took his jacket then shirt off just as he reached her. He leaned down toward her neck and breathed ever so softly into her ear sending real shivers down her body, she slipped her middle finger into her wet pussy and imagined him pulling up her skirt. There was a knock on her bedroom door as her anticipation began to vanish. She caught her breathe and got up to see who it was. Friday could not come quick enough.
They exchanged a few phone calls over the next couple of days with slight flirting but there was something new between them now as they spoke. It was thick and passionate, and both knew the sexual tension was rising rapidly but neither mentioned it beyond quick fleeting flirtatious comments. Friday afternoon Michael got out of the shower, started to iron his suit and had an old fashioned to calm his immense nerves. Sophie painted her nails, put on slight makeup, and listened to Jack Johnson before sliding into a rose red dress that she hadn’t worn in years. It went down to her mid-calf and had a deep v with delicate straps that accentuated her breasts. She knew if she didn’t take Michael home tonight, he may not be the man she thought he was.
Michael arrived at the party first, habits of being on time. The venue was strayed with long flowy drapes hiding lights that gave the place an amber glow. The bar was serving cocktails and wine but no beer, how weird for a brewery party. He ordered another old-fashioned hoping it would be comparable to the one at home and he started to mingle. He attempted to keep his eyes off the doors but found himself glancing at them from time to time anyways in anticipation until he finally saw her. Late as usual, when she walked in, the room dampened in silence. The amber glow on her red dress and radiant skin turned the heads of nearly the whole room. Small nudges were given by dates to their wandering eyed boyfriends and husbands. She walked up to the bar, now nervous because she truly did not know anyone and ordered a martini extra dirty with 2 olives. She turned around taking a sip to survey the room but being mindful not to look too carefully in Michaels direction. A tall young man leaned in next to the bar, “I’ve never seen you at one of these before.” She turned to a handsome man that she was surprised wasn’t the man she came to see but blushed and replied, “wandered off the street.” They both giggled and she turned her attention towards Michaels vicinity. She was delighted to see him standing in a strong blue colored suit amongst what she could only identify as brewers. Compared to them, his beard was well trimmed, his suit fit tight around strong legs and yes, she thought, a cute butt. He turned around the room still encaged in his conversation and they met eyes for the first time of the night. Hers yearning and his aroused they both smiled and turned away simultaneously. She wandered over to a small group of women and a burly man who was telling a story of a cub and a sow that he saw coming out of hibernation this spring. She exchanged names with the group and quickly found her charm coming to good use. Michael was finishing his second drink of the night and could feel his liquid courage kicking in. As he walked to the bar to freshen his drink, he caught Sophie strolling in his direction, the nerves were suddenly back. The bartender asked him if he’d like another, but Michael glanced in Sophies direction and smoothly said he’d like whatever the beautiful lady was having. She ordered them both a rose bubbly that she would have never been able to afford if it wasn’t an open bar. Michael tipped the bartender and faced Sophie.
“My name is Michael, and what might I have the pleasure of calling you.” “I’m Sophia but my friends call me Sophie.” They touched glasses and exchanged smirks. “Have you been to this brewery before,” Michael asked. Sophie just nodded her head no. Michael grabbed her hand and whispered behind her ear, “Would you like to see something that no one else gets to see?” Sophie just nodded again, this time yes. He grabbed her hand and brought her through the brewery floor and to a set of stairs towards the back. Still gripping her hand, he led her up and through a doorway that led to the roof, he slid a cinder block to jam to door. Turning around he looked at her exposed back and drifted toward the railing where she was standing. He stood behind her and put both hands on the railing around her as they looked over Bozeman’s skyline. They didn’t speak for several moments and then she turned around slowly, still surrounded by his arms. She leaned up and kissed him. “Hello Stranger”. It was warm out and the sun was just hidden by the tobacco roots, but chills swam through them both. He embraced her, his hand on the exposed small of her back and the other on her neck and pulled her in tight for a kiss. Her hands were wrapped around his back and pulled him as close as she could. She could now feel him start to swell up in his pants but didn’t end the embrace. His second hand now was on her neckline as well. She drew her hands away from his back and followed his belt around his waist. He kissed her neck and tantalized her ear as she swung his belt open reaching one of her hands over his tight boxers. She could feel him finally, he wasn’t completely rigid, but she felt her way from his balls to the tip of his cock. His hand moved down her back and her thigh pulling up her dress. He expected panties but there were none. She was wet and this made him harder. Sophie moaned slightly as he rubbed her clit with two of his fingers and she pulled his cock over his underwear and pants into her hands. She could feel the blood pulsing through his cock, and this only made her more wet. Michael slid his two fingers into her pussy almost lifting her off the ground and stroked the inside of her. She squirmed a little and he pushed her against the adjoining wall pulling his hands away. He grabbed her by the waist and picked her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him and for the first time could feel his true strength. The tip of his cock was rubbing her clit ever so slightly and as he thrust her pussy slid on the top of his cock making it wet and making her want him inside her. He took a break from her lips and the locked eyes. With one of his hand, he positioned his tip right up against her pussy and started to push forward. Both of their mouths opened slightly expressing just how good it felt to finally be a part of each other. He thrust in deeper and deeper into her wet tight pussy until he had no more to offer then pulled back all the way to the tip again. She moaned, now louder than before and he pushed his cock all the way into her again. She used one hand to grab her breast and under her dress she massaged her nipple. Michaels one hand was holding her up by her ass and his other hand was around her neck. He thrusted deep into her again and again and her pussy was convulsing with an orgasm she had not felt before. She stuck one of her fingers in his mouth and she could feel his cock cum deep inside her, yet she didn’t want it to end. He kissed her, his cock still hard inside of her and asked if she wanted to get out of here. Happily, he felt her smile against his kiss, and she whispered yes. He let her down and pulled up his pants. His lips had still not left hers.
The perfect strangers snuck back through the door and down the stairs and out the back. He started walking to his place with her and both of them could feel their pace quickening. She had never been to his place. Their walk wasn’t filled with silence, but they weren’t sharing a vast amount of conversation either. She asked him for his jacket and he happily obliged. It wasn’t a far walk but she could feel his and her cum starting to drip down her thigh. This turned her on more than she had been turned on thus far tonight. When they arrived at his door, he paused for a second, “It’s a little messy.” and opened the door. To her surprise the place was not messy at all, his bed was neatly made, there were little arrangements of plants all over, and his reading corner had Patrick F. McManus open to a page on his chair armrest. It was cozy. She asked to use the restroom and he pointed the way. She took off her dress and in her small handbag pulled out some dark blue lace. It would be the first time she wore panties tonight, but she wanted to make an impression that would last, and there wasn’t much left to imagination. When she emerged, she found him in awe laying on his bed stark naked. This was the first time she saw him completely and him her. She bit her lip and walked towards him laying down next to him on her back. He mounted her saying, “hello baby.” She glanced passed him and noticed a few rings and hooks on his ceiling before he kissed her. “What are those?” she exclaimed. He shrugged it off but slid to the side of her to his nightstand. He pulled out a neatly wound rope and without missing a beat she said, “show me.”
He kneeled in front of her and tied the rope in the middle to one of the rings that hung over his pillows by the wall. His cock was erect and right in front of her, so she grabbed it feeling its girth. He grabbed her wrist and then the other and pulled her onto her knees in front of him. Rough but sincere. He tied her wrists above her head to the rope, so she was on her knees but suspended slightly. He then stood up, so she was looking up at him and his cock. He moved towards her and put the tip of his cock between her lips. She graciously accepted it and moved forward so she could take more. She didn’t have her hands to help which was new for her and struggled to get more of his cock into her mouth. She pulled him closer and closer using only her lips and tongue until her head was against the headboard. He then thrust his cock deep inside of her pushing against her throat and held it there only pulling back when she needed air. She sucked until she could feel his balls start to swell up and looked up at him giving him a nod and he came deep inside her throat. He moaned unlike he had when they were on the roof and she could see his body tremble. As he pulled back a smile came across his face but before he could untie her, she motioned for him to get under her. He turned onto his back and she lifted herself enough to sit her wet pussy on his face and then let herself hang by her arms on top of him. he gripped her waist and started to lick her clit. His nose and mouth were covered so he’d lift her up only to get air then pull her back into him. She couldn’t stay still and fought him the entire time. His tongue felt more and more intense as he figured out what her pussy needed and wanted. She could feel him at one moment starting to run out of air, but she was close, so she squeezed her thighs around him until he gave her the most intense orgasm she had felt by a mans tongue. She relinquished him and immediately asked him to untie her.
They both lay on their backs catching their breathes and slight laughter erupted between them. She mounts him so her pussy is sitting right on his hard cock, but he can still feel the lace that he slid the side. She grabs the rope and starts to tie one of his wrists, its tight but he usures her it’s not too tight. She pulls his arms under him behind his back and binds them together. She gets off, wanders his place watching him squirm in excitement. She finds a tall candle and lights it in her hand as she turns off all other lights. She sets it down on the nightstand and starts to take off her lace, looking at his amazed eyes. She then grabs the candle and mounts him again, this time there is little resistance to her pussy sliding right onto his cock. She rocks back and forth slightly feeling his cock deep inside her then tips the candle above his chest. It’s high enough it doesn’t burn him but still stings as the candle wax hardens on his chest. She starts to get a little more vigorous on his cock and slides herself all the way to the tip and back down again. He starts to pump his waist into her as well matching her rhythm. She blows the candle out and in the complete darkness she hears him moan gradually but it’s getting louder. She moans too as his cock fills her over and over again. They can feel her cum dripping out of her onto his balls and he takes control. With no hands he pushes his cock into her over and over at a now increasing speed. Her arms wrap around him and her breasts lay on his sweaty chest. She reaches behind him and unties his hands so he can hold her. She screams as he plunges his cock deep into her causing her to shake wildly. She can’t dismount now though; she is being held firmly by his big arms and is forced to cum on his dick. She wants him to cum inside her, so she yells it. Happy to do so he releases her forcing her upright and grabs her chest as he cums. She lays back down onto his chest kissing his neck and the only sounds are their intense breathing, perfect strangers.