THE SEASON I NEVER LOVED

Familiar stranger 2

‘Why was this guy so interested in talking to me?’ I was wondering at this point.

That night one year ago, I tasted the cocktail wine for the first time, felt drunk and giddy, and tried something crazy. The guy that day didn't waste time talking like this; he went right into the business of the day.

Today, I was also drunk. Would I also try something so crazy if given the chance? I looked him closely, ‘For a fine-looking man like him, I certainly didn’t mind, but he talked too much.’ I thought as I stared at him, my gaze a little unfocused.

“I only speak the truth. Hasn’t anyone told you, you look so beautiful, almost like a dream?” He told me, and I laughed, feeling a little lightheaded and giddy.

I made a move to slap him playfully on his chest, yep, those seemingly tough muscles. I really only actually wanted to feel their toughness, so I made the move, only for the refilled cocktail to accidentally spill on his white shirt.

“Oh, my God! I am so sorry.” I exclaimed, jumping out of the stool and pulling out a handkerchief to help wipe his chest.

I ended up feeling it. His strong chest was all muscle, tough and muscular, just the way I would have loved for my man to be (if I had one).

‘What did this man do for a living?’ I wondered as I groped his chest, while he just sat there watching me clumsily wiping his shirt without making a sound. With his silence, one would think I was molesting an adult man.

He suddenly grabbed my hand, shocking me into looking up at him.... Was I caught already?

“Is there a problem?” I asked.

“No,” He chuckled, shaking his head while my heart skipped a beat, not that I cared, I was already attracted to this man.

“Why don’t we go to the bathroom? There is water there, you can wet the handkerchief and help me wipe it better, that way, it won’t leave a stain.” He spoke with a hushed whisper, which I didn’t even notice was abnormal. After all, at this time, my brain was already offline.

Of course. Of course. That is so true.” I jumped out of the chair and immediately signalled the bartender to help me look after my luggage, not minding that Isaac stood up after me a little late.

Seeing him walking slowly, I proceeded to drag him toward the bathroom, missing the surprised look the bartender gave Isaac.

The moment we walked into the women’s bathroom, I walked straight to the sink to wet my handkerchief, not bothered with Isaac, who seemed to have immediately regained his activeness. He quickly went to the various cubicles to ensure there was no one in. When he was done checking, he went back to the main door of the toilet, changed the sign at the door to the ‘out of order’ sign behind it, then locked the door.

All this was perfectly normal to me, after all. He was a man in the women’s bathroom, so I didn’t care until he hugged me from behind, his hot breath behind my ears.

I shivered as I lifted my eyes to meet his through the mirror. It was at that moment that I felt it, pressing heavily against my buttock, and I knew I wasn’t the only one who thought of getting silly. This man was, too, and he wanted me. Right here in the public toilet, and I wasn’t even resistant. I wanted it

Damn, there must be something wrong with me. Not even mind being taken here by a stranger.

He licked my earlobe, and I gasped before I could even finish processing my thought, my body going soft and resting into his. My response was all it took for him to turn me around violently, lift me onto the sink, and claim my lips.

I also hugged him tightly, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist like a woman who was long deprived of intimacy. The urgency, the eagerness, the raw desire that coursed through our veins for each other was like nothing I have ever experienced before. It was like a fatal attraction, from the moment I set my eyes on him, I knew it. I knew I wanted him kissing me, holding me like this, right there, right then.

Maybe I would be more timid without the alcohol in my system, but like hell, I knew what I wanted the moment I saw him.

Even my first time wasn’t like this. I had agreed to Racheal's dare then and was half drunk, all I remembered was the pain, the high, that man’s gentleness, and the bright red rose tattoo on his chest.

“izzzz.” I hissed as he bit my lips.

“Focus.” He murmured, then claimed my lips again.

This time, his hands were roaming freely through every part of my body, and I wanted it, I wanted him to touch me so much. I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on my chest. Understanding what I wanted, he wasted no time and squeezed. I almost couldn’t contain the moaning that escaped from my lips. All of which he swallowed as even his tongue outlined every part of my mouth.

I clung to him tightly, holding onto his white shirt for dear life. I wanted it, I wanted him so badly that I totally forgot about the stain on his shirt, where we were, and how we even got here in the first place. In fact, I even pulled his buttons open hurriedly, wanting to make contact with his skin as his hands made contact with mine.

He yanked off the thin cardigan I had on and began trailing my neck with kisses while his hands slipped under my bra and fondled my breasts. I was hopelessly useless in his arms.

‘Was this how it always began, all those crazy stories in novels. Was this how they began?’ I struggled to wonder as I turned into nothing but useless dough waiting for his touch to knead me into shape.

I threw my head back, my lips a little apart as shallow gasps escaped me, the moment he lifted my shirt and captured my n*****s with his lips. One of my hands wrapped around his neck, holding his head tightly in place with anticipation as I waited patiently for the other breast to be serviced.

My other hand struggled with the button of his shirt, which was nothing short of a menace. When I successfully unbuttoned three of them, I felt his hand penetrate my cotton panties and brush across my secret place, and I moaned loudly, almost falling back against the mirror if he hadn’t pulled me back into his arms. I was already wet and ready for him.

My hand unconsciously ran all over his chest muscles, brushing across those tough muscles, and I stiffened.

He also stopped the moment I stiffened, taking a step back to look at me. I also looked back at him, his lust-filled eyes, disbelief filling mine, waking me up from my high.

“What’s wrong? He asked in confusion.

He felt my wetness, he heard my moans, and he saw my pro-activeness. He knew I wanted it as much as he did. So why was I stopping? He wondered, and I read it in his eyes.

But I didn’t have a response for him. I just stared at him in disbelief. It can’t possibly be true! What are the odds?!

“Are you okay? Do you want us to stop?” He asked ever so gently; he was a thorough gentleman, but at the same time, I felt a sense of déjà vu.

‘He had said the very same thing that night.’ Was all I thought before immediately yanking open his now messy shirt, and there it was, sitting right there, staring right back at me, as if in mockery of me.

The rose tattoo.

It was him. It was really him. The very same man one year ago. The one I gave my virginity to and never met again.

It was him!!!!