NightCaps

An eBook By Estaban Bacca.

Sometimes it felt lonely coming home to the empty flat. He had considered a companion dog for that reason alone but in the end had decided against it. The responsibility for a dog in the city would have been too cumbersome.

He pressed for the elevator and listened to it make its way down to him. Once inside he sensed it was empty and relaxed but just as the door was sliding shut he heard it catch and slide back open. Another passenger entered and he immediately recognized her perfume. His earlier attempt at conversation with her had gone nowhere so, as the elevator surged upward, he decided he would remain silent.

"I have been waiting in the lobby for you...an hour now."

She said it simply, with no hint of complaint. Chris could not hide either the surprise or the guarded tone of his reply.

"Waiting? For me?"

"Yes. I have been thinking of you all day."

"Why?"

"Because you are blind of course."

I don't need any help." He answered stiffly.

"Oh, I'm sure you get around as well as any sighted person. I have not been waiting out of concern for your welfare."

"Then why?"

"I'm attracted to you."

'Great, just what I need,' he thought, 'a trophy hunting freak.' He had felt some attraction of his own to this unseen woman but he was not about to become another oddity notched on her thigh bone.

"I see. So what was your last attraction...a quadriplegic?"

"If you knew me better you would not be so nasty." She said quietly.

"Look, I don't think..."

His intended rejection faded to a sigh when her hand felt its way across his trousers and wrapped around his cock. He wanted to tell her to stop but felt himself swelling in her grasp. He was unable to refuse the pleasure. He had been too damn long without a woman's touch.

In a trance of sensation he felt the car stop and knew it was his floor. She felt his attempt to move and squeezed his cock harder to restrain him.

"This is my floor." He said distractedly.

"Not tonight it isn't."

When the elevator stopped again, he let himself be led out and down the corridor by his cock. When they stopped, she somehow negotiated the door's lock without releasing him and then tugged him inside urgently. As Chris heard the door slap shut behind them she was already attacking his clothing. While she stripped him he inhaled the female fragrance of the room. He felt as though he had been abducted into a dream.

When he was naked she left him and he found himself actually shaking with anticipation. His straining senses made out a rustle of fabric and he realized she was undressing.

"Who are you? I don't even know your name. Are you even real?"

Then the hot length of her body pressed against him, forcing him down onto the floor.

"Don't I feel real?" her lips nipped at his ear and she whispered, "I'm Melinda."

As the name danced through his head her mouth covered his hungrily. It was not a kiss. She fed on him. Drank his breath until he felt his soul was being sucked up. After so long a time, and in such haste, it should have been hesitant and clumsy but her naked urgency melted the rough edges between them. She shifted suddenly and as if by magic he felt her warm slickness swallow him. Panting above him, she slowly and methodically began posting up and down the length of his cock...

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