The nine hour flight home to the Bronx was trying, however when Griselda returned to her apartment she immediately started packing. With the help of some people Alan knew from a Yacht club she found lodging for her soon to be new home and two days later she was transferring boxes in to the house. By the end of the week everything was nice and organized.
"It's over here, I am finally done!" Griselda shouted with glee to absolutely no one in the room as she let herself fall back on to the bed. Though she never felt completely alone in the master bedroom. There was always that cold brush of uneasiness whenever she was there. The first time she entered the room she swore up and down to Alan that she heard someone besides her inhaling her perfume. Him expressing she was crazy ended the topic rather quickly.
But the problem was that now she was dreaming; dreaming of a man that she had never seen, spoken to, or met before. The man's solid build told women that hard work was not foreign to him. His hair was jet black, a very masculine carved face, and eyes that would not be found in today's world. Those black orbs made Griselda feel cold yet hot all at the same time. The more she looked in to them the more she got images of a man on the seas. Sailor came to mind a couple of times but the label Pirate seemed more fitting for her dark haired stranger.
She giggled with pride over her accomplishment as she grabbed a pillow and hugged it tight. A scent of a masculine perfume filled her nostrils causing her to blink a few times out of confusion. 'I just took these off the line how can they smell… smell of someone I don’t know?' Without thinking she inhaled deeply. 'It is a nice smell though. Whatever it is, I could get used to it.' She thought childishly to herself.
Closing her eyes the vivid images of her dreams returned. Replaying before her was her resting on the bed in the master bedroom and him looking over her, his dark eyes devouring the site of her. Stalking over to where she lay like the predator she sensed in inside him; he placed one knee on the bed between her open legs making her realize that she was naked before her handsome stranger.
She could feel his hand lavishly touch every part of her except for her love mound. In his eyes she could see the hunger for more. Enticingly; his eyes watched to make sure she was getting ever more aroused. Griselda began to feel like a slut for his taking. She didn’t try to fight off her stranger neither did she try to assault him verbally when she realized she was unable to move. She just laid there willing him to touch her further. Once he seemed confident that she was getting near to her body's pleasure some brink he placed a single hand on her pelvis pulling her closer to him. His other hand moved to one breast. Pinching her nipples, pulling them, rubbing, massaging them as his other hand went to work on her wetness. Intentionally changing what he was doing frequently to get a rise out of her, she noticed.
Griselda moaned in spite herself. She had never been so immersed in the act of sex before. No one had ever touched her so knowingly and this brought her close to climax. The moment he inserted two fingers was the moment she had felt some relief to the madness that she was going through. Though like a little cat in heat she wanted more than what he was providing. Trailing kisses down her throat to her collarbone was the most exciting thing she had ever felt. His lips were cold on her hot damp flesh. Inching closer to her wetness she couldn’t help but notice she was praying for him to kiss her in the most intimate of ways.
Breathing intensely she could feel his fingers deep within her going deeper and deeper. Her hands clutched the sheets as his kisses traveled up her thigh. Feeling ever closer to the exquisite moment of release she arched her back and opened herself more for his touch, for his hard shaft. 'Please… Oh please. Just a little…' The phone in her room began to ring its irritating sound bringing her reluctantly back from her carnal state. As always the dream would always end when she was closest to orgasm and every time when she would wake she would find herself wet and needy. The phone rang a third time bringing her attention from her wetness to the damnable electronic device.
Fathers Partner - Chapter Two