In the Arms of a Stranger

On the run again. I look into the rearview mirror at the rapidly fading lights of the city behind me. Hoping to put some distance between my self and the approaching sirens, I hear wailing in the distance.

The sound reminding me of Joey singing his ass to the police over every little business deal we had. Well strapped to a heavy wooden chair and a .45 caliber round to each knee cap had him singing a different tune. His wailing cries music to my ears as I waited until it reached its crest, before waving my arm like an evil conductor; bringing my arm down and aiming my weapon, ending the song with a well placed round to the mouth. Standing there in the quiet apartment I realize, as the silence is broken by a scream from the apartment next door, that the well placed round wasn’t as well placed as I thought. After Joeys head exploded out the back, the round had passed through the wall hitting the occupant in the arm.

Now with the police after me with a good description from the other building occupants I look for a place to hole up until things cool down. Stop, rest, and come up with a plan.
Hearing about the up coming road blocks and the description of my car over the radio, I decide to pull off into a clump of trees a few miles outside the town, and enter on foot during the early morning hours to find another source of transportation. I see a row of vacation cottages lined up a few hundred feet off the side of the highway barely visible through the tree line behind it. I creep forward walking softly as to not alert anyone of my presence. I crouch in the shadow of a huge maple tree as the sun slowly sets watching the cottages for any sign of movement. Two hours creep by and not a trace of life. I stand up, knees stiff from crouching, and creep towards the first cottage. I slip on a wet patch of grass falling into a hole filled with muddy water. Covered in slime from head to toe I continue towards the cottage each step squishing as the water sloshes in my boots.

Reaching the side of the building I peek through the window and see no one inside. I pull my handy kbar knife out and begin to cut away the paste that holds the glass in place in long rubbery strips until I am able to pull one of the small glass panes out. I reach in and unlatch the window. I pop the window up with the palm of my hand sliding the window up the rest of the way. I reach my arm in sweeping the curtains to the side and step through squeezing my large frame through the narrow window.
I stand in the semi-darkness allowing my eyes to adjust and look around the room. I see a LED clock in the kitchen, the numbers saying its 8:30 in the evening. “Power goodâ€￾ I mumble out loud. I walk into the small kitchen and see canned food all lined up in neat rows in the open pantry
My stomach growls at the thought of food, as it’s been hours since I last ate, and being on the run can give you a big appetite. I head up the narrow wooden staircase and enter into the first bedroom I see. I open the closet and see some work clothing and a pair of boots that seem to be about my size. I pull out an old flannel shirt and a pair of faded jeans and toss them onto the bed. I see another door which I open and find a bathroom inside. Not thinking I flip on the light switch; the bright bulbs surrounding the vanity mirror blinding me. Quickly I switch off the lights standing in the darkness as my eyes adjust to the darkness. I remember some emergency candles sitting in the pantry and head down the stairs to get them. Not as bright so not as likely to be seen from the road. I rummage around in the dark and find them and a box of kitchen matches and head back upstairs to take a bath.

I light a few candles and place them next to the tub, on the sink and a couple next to the bed so I can see later when I get dressed. I reach down and draw a bath. Seeing the bottle of bath oil, I reach over and pick it up opening the top. I take a sniff taking in the floral smell, “Better than the sour muck covering meâ€￾ I mumble again out loud, as I pour the contents into the filling tub.
I place my pistol on the sink and peel off my shirt and toss it in the corner landing with a loud wet plop. I jamb the toe of my boot into the heel of the other one and slip my boot off repeating the same procedure until I stand in my bare feet on the cool tile floor. I slide off my jeans, the gritty sand from the muddy water grinding into my legs as the jeans slide down to the floor. I kick them over and into the corner, and step into the hot steaming tub. The sudsy water splashing about as I sit down slowly; I let out a sigh of relief as the warm water covers me. My arm out-stretched on the sides of the tub and my head leaning back against the wall my mind wanders off as I relax. Not a care in the world.

As she drives around in her patrol car her mind wanders off to the events that brought her back to this small town. This is the town she grew up in, and on her 18th birthday, a bus ticket in hand, swore never to return. Six years later a stint in the army as a military police officer, and a failed marriage, she finds herself patrolling the empty town. A Vacation town full of life in the summer but a ghost town the rest of the year. She dreams of escaping again maybe even a short vacation, and an evening in the strong arms of a stranger; a night that won’t leave her the subject of the local gossip column in this small town.

The warm feelings of her fantasy that covered her were suddenly replaced by a sudden rush of alarm. “Was that a light I saw turn on through the trees ahead?â€￾ She asks herself. She pulls over to the side of the road, shutting off the engine and lights as she watches the house. Forget about back up. This is a small two-cop town. The only back up is the state police the next county over; could be an hour before any help arrives. She sits watching and soon sees the warm glow of candlelight barely through the trees. Deciding its more than likely vagabonds looking for food and a place to sleep, she grabs her flash light and steps out of the vehicle. Closing the door quietly behind her she walks to the house. Finally a break in the routine; a small smile covers her lips as she decides how to put a scare into them when she gets there. She reaches the house and quietly takes her keys out and slowly opens the door.

She steps into the dark room and listens. She smells the smell of bath oil, and then hears the quiet lapping of water coming from above. She smiles again and thinks, “This will be fun.â€￾ Walking over to the staircase she slowly eases her weight down on each step careful to place her foot to the outside of each step to keep it from creaking and giving herself away. Reaching the top, she silently draws her weapon and steps into the bed room. Walking quietly she crosses the room, the sound of trickling water in her ears. She pulls her flashlight from her utility belt and with a smile she turns it on stepping into the bathroom aiming the light and weapon at the figure lying in the tub. She sees his head and shoulders sticking up from the sudsy water, and his eyes open up wide for a second in alarm before narrowing down like a captured animal looking for an escape. He stares straight into her eyes as she orders him to his feet.

The sudden sound of footsteps and the bright light shined in my face snaps me back into the present time. The warm feeling of relaxation suddenly jerked away in the blink of an eye. I try to see past the bright light but can only see a shadowy figure. I begin to go over my options in my head when I hear the sound of a ladies voice, a little nervous but stern ordering me to my feet. Slowly, I rise. My body tenses like a lion ready to pounce; the water and foam rolling off my body as I stand up. I see past the light now.

The weapon held on me and the soft smooth arm holding it. My eyes follow it up until it reaches the short sleeve of the patrol uniform. They travel up further across your pretty face skin; soft and delicate looking in the yellow glow of the candle light, up into your eyes until they meet. I look deep into your eyes, captivating you like a predator about to pounce. Your eyes drop down, tracing over my body stopping below my waist. I see the distraction and quickly reach out grabbing your wrist that holds your weapon.

The sudden movement and slippery bath oil causes me to fall backwards into the tub. My hand grips your wrist instinctively and pulls forward onto me. As we fall your weapon discharges into the thick porcelain tub, ricocheting off and grazing my back leaving a searing welt that burns through my back, like a lash from some unseen whip. I yell out with a loud growl of pain as I sink back into the water, hitting my head on the wall stunning me slightly. My arms and hands numbed by the blow, I grip her wrist hard knowing if I let go I am done for. We wrestle around in the warm water, her arms all slippery and hard to hold onto from the oil. The water sloshes over the side in big waves, flooding the floor as we thrash about; my large frame and long arms at a disadvantage in the close confines of the tub. Breathing heavily, I finally pin you against the side of the tub, our bodies side by side facing each other.

My hands grip your wrists tightly, and your legs are pressed between me and the tub, jerking trying to get free. We look again into each others eyes glaring at each other intensely. Then, in the flickering light of the candle and golden glow reflected up from the water, I begin to see the softness of your face, the smooth lines of your jaw, and the gentle look of your eyes past the angry look. The intense grimacing look on my face begins to melt and I see your eyes soften. Still holding your wrists, I twist around getting to my knees, pulling you to your feet as I stand. With the sound of water running off of us and the steam rising up between us, I take your wrist holding the weapon, staring deep into your eyes. I place the still warm barrel against my temple. I pull you with me as we both slowly step out of the tub and I release your wrists.

Still looking into your eyes, my hands slide blindly down your shoulders guided by touch. I slide them over your breasts, slightly caressing them as they pass down your tummy to your utility belt. I grab the stiff leather and pull, unfastening the buckle and pulling it from your waist, tossing it onto the floor. My palms slide gently up the front of your body to your top button of your uniform. I slowly begin to unbutton it, working my way down, our eyes still locked; I slowly slide your blouse over your shoulders hanging on the one arm holding the weapon to my temple. My hands slowly slide back up your body, my palms gliding over the warm skin of your hips, tracing your beautiful figure upwards stopping just below your arms. I slide them around behind you feeling for the clasp on your bra, releasing it.

Your firm breasts spring out onto my chest as I toss your bra onto the floor. I take my hand and cup your breast squeezing it gently and caressing your nipple with my thumb. I lean down, lifting your breast to my mouth; the tip of my tongue tracing across your nipple before I kiss it gently. I sink slowly to my knees in front of you, pulling your arm with the weapon down back to my temple. The fear and uncertainty of whether you will use it or not sends an excited rush through my body; the excitement causes me to inhale real quickly. I reach up and begin to unbutton your pants sliding them down to your ankles lifting each leg as you step out of them. My hands slide back up over your hips my thumbs hooking the elastic waistband of your white silk panties and slide too down to your ankles.

As you step out of your panties I take my hand and open your legs wider. My hands glide upwards over your silky inner thighs. You open your legs wider as my thumb spreads your pink lips, uncovering your button full of pleasure. I take the tip of my tongue and begin to flicker it softly over it, the tip moving up and down rubbing it faster and faster. I take my other hand, slipping my finger into your now warm and wet opening, the perfumed smell of your juices filling my nose. I insert another finger into you moving them back and forth in a rhythmic motion as I greedily drink your sweet nectar flowing from you. I feel your hips begin to rock into my face, following the rhythm of my finders. A moan escapes from your mouth. I feel the barrel of your weapon slide from my head and rest on my shoulder. I pull my fingers out and reach behind you and with a loud smack I slap your butt cheek. Your hips grinding harder into my face as you feel the sting from my slap. I tightly grab your wrist again roughly pressing the barrel to my temple. White finger marks left on your wrist after I let go. I slowly get to my feet your arm following my head as I stand. I lift you up off your feet, cradling you in my arms. You keep the barrel trained on my as I carry you into the next room and gently lay you on the bed.

Afraid of what I will do, after I grabbed your wrist earlier, you keep your weapon trained on me as I begin to kiss you gently on your firm tummy; my breath shudders as I brush my cheek across your skin. Upwards I travel with my kisses, my hands caressing your warm silky smooth skin. I take your breast, kissing the nipple. I flicker my tongue across it blowing softly over the damp surface watching it firm up from the sudden chill. My kisses travel further up tracing the side of your neck the soft perfumed smell of your hair in my nose. I stop and nibble softly on your ear lobe. Moving over to your cheek so soft and smooth like porcelain I place another kiss. Our eyes meet again, yours sparkly in the soft light, dreamy-looking as our lips meet. I slip my tongue into your mouth the tip of mine finds yours. I begin to rub the tip of mine against yours, massaging it as our breathing begins to get heavier. Hungrily we kiss each other, our bodies rolling side to side passionately.

I reach down taking myself in-hand, taking the tip and running it up and down your wet warmth before sliding slowly into you. I hear you gasp as my mouth covers yours. I begin to grind my hips into yours, thrusting deeper and harder with each thrust. Faster now, the bed squeaks loudly as our bodies rock back and forth in rhythm. Holding you tight I drive harder getting to my knees, I lift your leg over my shoulder, followed by the other, driving harder now; your body rocking back and forth under me almost in a blur. Rolling onto my side draping your leg over my hip, I thrust harder deeper, our bodies flushed reddish-pink, shining from perspiration. I roll you over onto your back laying on you my weight resting on my forearms as they press into the bed on each side of you. Harder I drive faster, I hear your screams of ecstasy as I kiss you again our faces hot and flushed our breath blowing hard into each others faces. Your hips grinding upwards into me matching my thrusts; your arms draped about my neck and the barrel of your weapon pointed off across the room.

We both feel it begin. Your body tenses up as I feel the pressure build within me. I hear your screams as you climax. Your body tensing and arching under me; you grip your fists as the intense feeling rushes through your body. Your finger squeezes the trigger and the weapon discharges. I feel the searing flame on the back of my neck as I arch my back exploding inside you with a loud yell. Adrenaline pumping through my veins like fire, I grip the bed spread on each side you with my fists, driving myself even harder and faster into you filling you with my hot seed. Your body sinking deep into the soft mattress with each thrust until with a loud groan, and breathing heavily, my body propped up over you by my arms, I look deep into your glazed eyes and kiss you on the forehead. I pull out leaving you on the bed staring up at the ceiling with a dreamy look on your face.

I go in the bathroom grabbing the cuffs off of your belt. I lean back down kissing you again on the lips then I snap the cuff around your wrist and the other around the bedpost. Pinning the hand with the weapon to the mattress, I take your weapon from your hand leaving you helpless on the bed. You watch me with wide eyes as I get dressed in the clothing I had laid out. I take my weapon and check the action before jamming it into the waist band of my pants. I take yours and pop the clip out thumbing each round out onto the wooden floor that bounce around rolling in wide circles until the clip is empty. I cock yours again sending the chambered round flying across the room where it rolls under the bed. I toss your weapon on the bed next to you. I take the key to your cuff and hold it up so you can see it before placing it on the nightstand just outside your reach, but with a little trying you could eventually reach it. I take a quilt from the closet and take one last look at your beautiful body before covering you with it. I grab a few things and run out the door leaving you behind with the memory of a night in stranger’s arms that is a secret shared only by you and him.

Let LL try to restrict everything I don't need pose balls or sims to make a story. i used to have fun In chat rooms doing a differant type of roleplay. I write a paragragh you write one to meld into mine then back and forth until you get a wild story going. the people and place is formed in your head not on a grid. fuck it let them try to control that.
flips his middle finger at the thought police.