The Dark Horse

Chapter One: The Other Side

Everything was amazing.

He watched the brown box sitting on the kitchen table, waiting, watching, and demanding to be opened. Peter knew that this might well be the last part he needs, the last piece of the puzzle. He waited patiently yet anxiously for months and finally the parcel is here, in plain sight.
ATTENTION: Jackson Jones
ADDRESS: 44 Main Avenue, Packwood, South Africa
VIA AIRMAIL – POSTAGE PAID

He stared at the delivery label and thought that ‘Jackson Jones’ is not a bad alias to use. He wouldn’t dare to give his real name or address….maybe he should have used a delivery address closer to home? That all aside, the package is finally here and it sure as hell better be worth it!

He slowly lifted the box and was again amazed by the weight, it’s much heavier than he thought and judging by the size of the box the weight seems to be completely out of proportion. He quickly put it down on the table again. Trembling fingers reminded him of the utmost importance that this package holds, the fear of disaster filled his head, that familiar spiralling feeling of failure took over his emotions and he quickly took a step back.

With one hand on the couch supporting his numb legs he took a minute to regain normal breathing, slowly focus returned to his watery eyes and the blurry image in front of him became clearer, so much so that the kitchen table looked even smaller and that package appeared even bigger!

PING! PONG!

The doorbell!? Who the hell can THAT be at his hour!?

Coming! He yelled as he grabbed the package with both hands. Where can I hide this? Suddenly it seemed as though there was no place on earth to hide it! Come on man, focus! The food cabinet will serve as a perfect hiding spot he thought as he quickly closed the cabinet door.

PING! PONG!

COMING! Peter said in a stern yet calm voice.

One glance at the security monitor and he knew who this untimely ‘guest’ is….excitement suddenly filled his body.

Take your time why don’t you! A voice muttered statically over the speaker.
Joan. What a sight! Even at this time of night!

Joan watched the steel gate as it slowly disappeared into the ground. She could feel eyes watching her every move through the security camera. With a smile she acknowledged the feeling of being watched and threw her hair back with a quick & cheeky flick of her head.

The big wooden door opened slowly and Peter knew that the vision of Joan makes his heart skip a beat every time. But he was determined not to let his face give away his ‘secret’ admiration for her.

Good evening Peter. Joan said with a smile that has the power to darken the sun.

He took it all in. What felt like an hour only lasted a split second. Her very shapely, copper tanned legs make it hard not to stare in amazement. The red one piece skirt revealed all the luscious curves of this amazingly fit woman. She is in her late twenties and has the look of a goddess: Long blonde hair, healthy brown eyes and a body that would make any man think sexual thoughts without even realising it. Her firm breasts filled the dress to capacity and looked like they want to rip the fabric and break free!

Hello Joan. Peter said with utmost concentration, trying not to be lost in those beautiful brown eyes.
Is everything ok? What are you doing here? Peter asked with a frown.

Everything is fine. She tilted her head to the side and lifted one eye brow, her hair slightly falling over her face. May I come in?

O yes sure! Excuse me for being so stupid. Please come in. Peter stepped aside as Joan passed him in what seemed like a slow motion blur. Her scent left a trail behind that filled his nostrils and shot straight to his inner soul. How can one woman smell so fantastically amazing!

Your place is always so neat Peter, I’m very impressed.

Thank you, please have a seat. Can I offer you something to drink?

Peter watched as Joan sat on the neon orange leather couch. He just could not help to stare at her perfectly shaped legs. Her skirt revealed just the right amount of skin to stop him from fainting.

Yes please. Something cold and bubbly will be lovely thanks.

Peter knew he had an authentic bottle of French champagne somewhere for just an occasion as this.

May I ask why you decided to visit me at this time of the night? Not that I mind at all but it’s a bit….

Out of the ordinary? Joan interrupted with a smile.

Yes, it is a bit weird. Peter replied as he handed her the chilled bubbly.

Champagne? Nice! Joan took a sip and the sight of her full, red lips on the rim of the glass nearly made Peter yell out in amazement.
His attention was drawn to a very strange, though familiar ring on her middle finger, he knew that he saw that ring before but could not be sure where. The distinctive horse-like creature struck a chord in his mind that’s very familiar.

I was in the neighbourhood and decided to see if you’re still awake…..and voila, here I am. Joan looks ever sneakier and devilishly smiled at Peter before she finished the rest of her champagne in one gulp.

So, what’s keeping you up Peter? Joan looked him straight in his eyes, more serious now, mixed with a flirt of tease.

Peter suddenly didn’t know what to answer. Well you know, couldn’t sleep so I checked my mails and also surfed the net a bit. Stuff like that.

Joan could sense the un-comfortable position Peter was in and that he was lying.

So tell me Peter. Joan said while sitting up straight. Did you find any interesting sites? Again she smiled and glanced at Peter’s computer.

Peter sensed that Joan was ‘different’. This excited him even more and he could feel his heart beat faster.

Nothing worth mentioning. It’s as if everything is full of porn these days, no matter what site you visit, you’ll always find a sensual girl with ‘that’ look on her face. Peter could not believe his ears, did he really just say that?

That look you say? What look would that be exactly? Joan seemed to be very interested.

Peter could feel his breathing speed up and suddenly the whole room was filled with excitement.

Yes, you know….that look. The ‘come and take me, I want you look. As Peter heard himself saying those words he felt real silly.

Oh now I get it!

The one that says fuck me now and fuck me hard, that one that says I’m so fucking wet now I can hardly contain myself?

Joan’s eyes flickered wildly as the light danced in her big brown eyes.

Peter stumbled over his words and small drops of sweat rolled down his cheek. Yes, that look. As he swallowed it felt as if the whole word could hear it, he kept looking at Joan, still trying in vain to fight the improper sexual thoughts running around wildly in his mind.

Joan smiled and for a brief moment an awkward silence filled the room with an enormous buzzing noise. She slowly moved her hand suggestively towards her knee and playfully started to tug on her skirt. All the while looking Peter straight in his eyes. Her eyebrows lifted with a naughty gesture while she started to pull her skirt up, bit by small bit. Her legs still crossed seemed to go on forever and Peter could hardly believe his eyes. She had the best legs in the business.

Joan pulled the side of the skirt up all the way to her hips, revealing the sweet fact that she did not have any underwear on.

Again she winked at Peter as if she needed some confirmation from him. Peter couldn’t do anything; he was totally fixated in this moment.

She slowly lifted one leg over the other, revealing her pleasure zone just enough to make her intentions clear. She gestured to Peter with her sensual eyes: Is this the look you were talking about?

Peter attempted to speak but his mouth was very dry and all he could hear was his heartbeat echoing in his ears. He nodded swiftly: YES

Come here Peter, I want you to kiss me.

Peter felt as if he was floating and without walking he was suddenly in front of Joan. She remained seated and pulled him down to his knees. I want you to kiss me Peter, not just any kiss, a wet, sloppy passionate French kiss. Peter locked his eyes on those full, lovely red lips and came forward. Joan gently stopped him.

Damn! He thought. I knew this was too good to be true. Joan again smiled and started to push his head down south between her legs. She pulled her skirt all the way up and revealed herself in all her hairless beauty. Then with more force she pushed Peter’s mouth into her awaiting wetness. Joan moaned with pleasure and her whole body wriggled. Oh yes Peter! Kiss me, suck me! Fucking kiss me!

Peter was amazed at her sweet taste and kissed her as he never kissed anyone before. She threw her wonderful legs around his neck and pulled him even closer, still moaning deeply with heavenly pleasure.

Oh yes! Use your tongue, eat me! Joan’s breathing was now extremely rapid, moving her firm breasts up and down in a sexual rhythmic motion. She removed her whole skirt and enjoyed every moment of this unplanned scene.

Peter kissed and licked her juicy vagina and he absolutely loved it, Joan started to moan harder and louder, he knew she was getting close to orgasm. He started to use his finger on her clitoris and this seemed to really hot Joan up even more. Her love juice ran down her thighs and she was now close to screaming with delight.

Peter put his arms around her naked, sexy ass and pulled her in closer. Joan let out a faint scream and Peter could feel her whole body tighten; it’s then that the flood gates opened.

Joan felt the wonderful heavenly feeling of orgasm building up in her toes, the feeling became more and more intense, she tried to keep it in a bit longer but the feeling was to powerful and she finally exploded with utmost ecstasy and magic. The orgasm was so intense that Joan nearly freaked out!

She moaned and made soft pleasurable sounds as she still thrust herself onto Peter’s hot mouth. Joan grabbed Peter by his hair and vigorously pulled him upwards. He ripped off his shirt while she unbuckled his pants, it couldn’t happen fast enough.
Their hot naked bodies became one and for a moment Joan looked Peter in his eyes and they both stopped. She took him in her hands and slowly guided him inside her awaiting wetness.

Her back arched with pleasure as Peter thrust deeper into the soft, wet delight that only a woman can provide. Her eyes rolled and closed with pleasure as she threw her head back while clinging to his neck. Peter could hardly believe how amazing this feeling was. He pulled out half way and again thrust himself all the way into her wanting body….

PING! PONG!

HELLO!
IS ANYONE THERE?!!

The untimely voice startled Peter. He looked around frowning as he stood fully clothed, at the kitchen table, with the heavy box in his hands. What the hell just happened?

COMING! Peter yelled with some confusion in his voice as he placed the box in the food cabinet.

With hesitation he looked at the security monitor and there she was. Joan Walters.

Again Peter thought: “What the hell just happened?”

I’m opening up. Peter watched as the door slowly swung open.

Good Evening Peter. Sorry to bother you at this late hour. Can we please come in? Joan looked serious.

We? Peter didn’t notice the two bulky characters standing in the shadows. Just outside camera view.

May I ask what this is about Joan? Peter asked trying to hide the jitter in his voice and at the same time glancing nervously at the two men. He couldn’t yet make out their faces but judging by their height and build he knew they weren’t to be trampled with.

It would be easier if we discuss this inside. Joan looked a bit more suggestive now.
Yes please, come in.


To be continued…..