The Lodger - Chapter 4 - A Return to the Moon

The Lodger - Chapter 4 After five days of absence, I was suddenly visited by a man who had been absent for weeks - his absence was more than simply physical. The house he had vacated was no longer there. A strange silence settled over the space as I reflected on the events that had led to this moment. We had agreed upon a date, and then it had felt like it was just a matter of time before the house would be back. So, we went for it. He told me that it had been a bit cold in the house, but that he was very confident that it would warm up toasty. I was not particularly cold, but the silence he felt was more than was necessary for me to process. He took the opportunity to grab me, his fingers finding my skin. The next time we met, he smiled at me. His hands felt warm in my arms as he told me that he missed my company. I tried not to look at him directly, but I could see his eyes - they were the same, cold and distant, as though he knew that he no longer had it. He was not lying when he said that he missed my company. It was hard to feel that way about the last time we had met. We had discussed some of the things that had happened over the years, and we had come to a mutual understanding that we had to get to the root of it all. This time, he had brought along a friend. One who would be with him at the end of our journey. A man who was tall, but also had such a thin build that I had to lean in and kiss him. I was already hard, and my pussy was soaked from the desire that I had for him. But I could not deny that I had a wet spot on my thigh. His friend, it turned out, had taken my underwear. I had forgotten them, and so I was left to wonder what he would think of my loose change of underwear. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but it was no use - the wetness made my underwear stick to my skin. In the end, I was forced to take my underwear home with me, and I sat there for a long time, my legs shaking as I wondered what my future would hold. I knew that I had to find a way to satisfy him again. That I would have to fuck him with a shaved pussy, or wait until he had a visitor. But I also knew that I would have to get this over with, or I risked being discovered. And that I would never find another man as good as he was. In the end, I made myself cum with a stranger in the living room. He took off his clothes, and laid on the sofa, while I stood over his lap. He lifted me, his cock still hardening, and throbbing. I gently stroking his cock with his fingers, and stroking him. I made sure to stay still, to move my knees and wait until he needed it, so I could properly get his rhythm and then slowly slide my hand to stroke in and stroke it would make his dick slip out, and jerk him hard again. And he would moan. He pulled out his cock, and took one finger, and pushed my panties down and I played with his balls until I felt it and he was hard again hard and throbbing, and I had to stroke it, then slid his head into my pussy while he pushed back, and he slowly moved his fingers in. His fingers to my clit. Then, with my panties and stroked it and pulled out. Then I slid one of his fingers and rubbed it, my fingers in quick and made the head and stroked him and held it throb hard and he thrust it hard again and I watched him, moaning. He groaned. He said, "mmmmmhmm, yes, this feels so good and so good and I love its so much better than I can give it" - which only made me wetter. He started to finger me and I started to finger myself - and thrust his hand to him fast, moaning "I want you to finger me, but I want you to finger me" and he kept moaning "mmmhmm, fuck me, suck his hard and I finger my finger". He pulled my panties back and he put