The Fantasy Series: 8- The Strangers.
Sam was sipping at her Cosmo, enjoying the bitter taste of vodka in her mouth. That afternoon, Martin had sent her an email telling her to meet him at this bar at 8. Well it was 8:15 and he still wasn't here. She hoped it wasn't one of Danny's pranks because she would have to kill him tomorrow. She looked at her watch one more time and began to climb down from the barstool. Martin was never late usually. If he was the one who had sent her the email, he would be here by now. She threw some cash on the bar and started to leave when a voice she knew extremely well, called to her.
"Wow! That's a very nice tip."
She turned around and saw Martin sitting on the barstool next to hers. He must have just arrived because this stool was empty a few seconds ago. He was wearing a very classy navy blue suit with a light blue shirt that highlighted his beautiful blue eyes. It was a change to see him like this. Sam loved Martin but he really had a weird sense of fashion sometimes. He was smiling enigmatically at her and she didn't undertsand what game he was playing, so she said nothing until he went on.
"What's a gorgeous woman like you doing alone in this bar?"
Oh okay, she got it - they weren't supposed to know each other. She sat on her previously forgotten stool next to him and ordered another Cosmo.
"I'm trying to forget a rather stressful day." Which wasn't true since, they only had paperwork today and that's why Martin had lots of time to think about this little game.
"Really? What do you do for a living?"
"Is this your pick up line?" she smirked
"What, do you think I'm trying to hit on you?"
"I don't know, are you?"
"I'm married."
"Oh!"
She was really surprised. She would have never thought Martin would like to play this kind of game with her, considering her previous affair with Jack, the married man.
"So do you always avoid personal questions?" he asked.
"When I don't the person who's asking, yes."
"I'm sorry, I'm so rude. I'm Tom Mayer." He held out his hand, waiting for her to take it. And when she did, she shook it energetically.
"Clarice Sterling.", she said, smiling.
Martin rolled his eyes. He should have known, she had watched the Silence of the Lambs five times in the last two weeks. He really was fed up with that movie.
"So now that we are pratically best friends, what's your job?"
"I'm an FBI agent."
"Really? It must be very interesting to work for the Government."
"Yeah, it's pretty dangerous too. And what about you Tom, what do you do?"
"Oh I'm a lawyer. I'm in NY for a series of conferences about criminal law."
"Wow that must be...kind of boring."
They both laughed.
"Yeah it's not the most entertaining topic in the world," he said.
"So if you're here for a conference, where are you from?"
"I'm from Baltimore."
"Baltimore huh? So that's where your wife lives I guess."
He smiled at her failed attempt to be subtle.
"Yeah, it's harder to have a relationship when she lives in San Fransisco and I live in Baltimore," he chuckled.
She laughed nervously. Why was she nervous? Itt was only Martin and after all the things they'd done together, she shouldn't be embarrassed or nervous.
"How long have you been married?"
He narrowed his eyes, trying to remember well at least pretend to remember.
"Nine years. Wow, it's been a while," he said as if he was only thinking about it now.
"Yeah it sure is. And you have kids?"
"Yeah, four."
Sam choked on her drink.
"Four? In nine years?"
"Well yeah, Zach is 7, Izzy is 4 and the twins Ethan and Maddie are 6 month old."
"Wow, do you let your wife sleep at nights?" she laughed.
"She's been sleeping for the last 6 months or so. Since the twins were born." His face darkened for a moment but then he looked back at her and smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm talking about my sexual life with a stranger."
"That's okay. Sometimes, it's easier to talk about things like this to someone you don't know."
"What about you? What are you really here for?"
"I guess I'm feeling a bit lonely lately. Work is taking all my free time and energy so I don't have enough time to go looking for Mr. Right."
"I know the feeling. Even though I have everything I could ever want, sometimes I feel lonely too."
"You know, I live a few blocks away..." She was blushing now. "We could finish this conversation there."
"That would be good. I mean , it'll be less noisy."
He finished his drink, and looked for cash in his pocket, paying for Sam's and his drinks. They both got up and went out in the chilly November air . They walked to the apartment in silence. They both knew what this invitation meant and they were afraid to screw this up. They both needed comfort and didn't want to have to search for someone else. They arrived a few minutes later and she unlocked her door and went in, urging him to follow her.
"Make yourself at home, Tom."
It was weird calling him by another name, but that was part of the game and she loved the fact that it was like meeting Martin for the first time again.
"I love your place Clarice."
He sat on the couch and looked around him while he waited for her to come back. When she did, she brought a bottle of wine and two glasses with her. She poured him a full glass and did the same for her. He raised an eyebrow.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"No, should I?"
"I don't know," he sighed. "Maybe I shouldn't even be here."
She put her hand on his thigh, gently stroking it.
"Hey we're not doing anything wrong. If you need to talk, then we'll just talk."
"The thing is I love my wife, really I do. But the past year had been so hectic and tense, I don't think I can keep going back to her as if everything was okay."
He took the hand that was on his thigh, brought it to his mouth and kissed it lightly. Sam saw that as the sign she could move forward so she climbed on his lap and straddled him.
"You want it rough or you want it like at home?" she whispered in his ear.
He licked his lips and crashed them really hard on hers, letting her know what he wanted. He grabbed a fistful of hair and kept her close to him, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. She moaned, being turned on by his forcefulness. She knew he had a controlling side but he didn't show it often, unfortunately. She ground her hips into his, feeling his member hardening under her. They broke apart when the need for air was too much to bear. He rolled them over so that she was laying on the couch and he was on top of her, and began undressing her. He looked down at her, clad only in a bra and panties.
"Wow Clarice, you look stunning!"
She blushed slightly and tugged at all his clothes to discard them, just like he had with hers. But she wasn't satisfied with this position, so she rolled them over, forgetting they were on their couch. Martin fell from the couch with a thud but unfortunately for her, he brought her with him. She landed on top of him and they both laughed.
"Are we going to stay here or what?" she said, sliding one of her hands on his chest, feeling the pounding heart under her palm.
He smiled. "Yeah we're going to stay here. I have an idea for later but right now we're over-dressed."
He kissed her neck, purposely not kissing her sensitive spots since he wasn't supposed to know them. But surprisingly, in the process, he discovered some new ones, making her moan and grip onto his shoulders. Their underwear was soon gone and they were kissing, nipping, stroking and licking all they could find, arousing each other like they had never done before. Martin was caressing her ass, kneading it while he took one of her nipples in his mouth and Sam was rocking her hips on his lower belly, spreading her wetness on him. They were both so ready.
Martin rolled them over again so he could be on top and turned her around, on her knees. She put her hands in front of her and lifted her ass so he could take her in doggy style. He licked his lips and took deep breaths to calm down as he was staring at her perfect ass in the air, waiting for him to fuck her brains out. She looked at him, wondering what was taking him so long and saw why he was waiting a little before entering her.
"Please Tom, take me now! I can't wait!"
That was his undoing as he grabbed her hips roughly and slid none too gently into her, making her moan. Her arms almost gave out as pleasure overtook all of her, not leaving one single nerve untouched. He began sliding in and out of her not caring if his knees were burnt from rubbing again and again against the rug. He sped up sensing he wouldn't be able to wait for her if she didn't come soon.
Sam was finding it hard to stay on her knees and hands when all she wanted to do was collapse on the floor and let him have his way with her. But at the same time, she wanted to come so much she started to thrust her hips to meet his, both moving quickly and hard. They were so desperate they were whimpering until Martin had had enough and pushed into her so hard she almost fell on the floor. He came rapidly into her, not really caring if she didn't come this time. He would make it up to her afterwards. But when he spilled hard into her, so hard it was painful for him, she came, joining him in ecstasy.
She collapsed face down on the floor and Martin laid above her, both trying to catch their breath. She turned around so she could face him and grinned widely at him.
"I didn't know lawyers were so good at sex."
"I didn't know Clarice Sterling was so good either."
"Yeah but I don't think Tom or Clarice will bother about the burnt knees. But Sam and Martin will," she sighed, pain flaring.
He chuckled. "Yeah but that was worth it, wasn't it?"
"Totally."
They both got up and went to bed. Sam snuggled against Martin's body while he caressed her hair.
"Martin?"
"Mmh?"
"Please tell me you don't want four kids."
"Why not?" he said opening one eye.
"Because Martin Fitzgerald if you get me pregnant four times, you're the one staying at home to raise them."
He stayed silent for a moment and Sam thought he had fallen asleep.
But then he sighed. "Okay, two it is."
She smiled and kissed him before going to sleep.
TBC