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Mark couldn't get her voice out of his head. It had been almost four hours since she called, and he just kept playing and replaying it in his head. It was a wrong number, but her voice was so sexy, so alluring, and his cell phone had caller ID. Should he call her back? After much debate, Mark decided he had to call the mystery woman.


" don't know me, but this is Mark Skyler. You called my number earlier and asked for Natasha. Your voice was so hot that I couldn't help but call you. I noticed that your area code showed up as the same as mine, and was wondering if you wanted to meet in person some time, for lunch."

", I really don't think that'd be a good idea. I don't know you, and I'm really not looking to have relations with anyone, but thank you for the compliment."

Mark was frantic; he had to find out something, anything, about this woman on the other line. He decided to try another approach. "Well, then can I have your name?"

"Look, I already told you I'm not interested in dating. I have things to do, goodbye!"

Mark was in awe of the woman's voice. She even sounded sexy when she was annoyed. After much contemplating, Mark had an idea. He sat down at his computer and opened the internet window. He browsed his phone until he found her phone number, and typed it in the box. It only took a few seconds before Mark was staring at the screen, with the woman's phone number and address directly in front of him.

Her name was Denise Pennington. She lived only a few miles from his house, in the Burgundy Estates. She was definitely rich. He'd seen those houses before, and they were by no means small. Even the houses that weren't as big as the others were equipped with enough land to add on if you wanted to. Mark wasn't sure what he would do with the information now that he had it, but he was sure he'd think of something.

Denise was still bothered by the weird phone call from earlier. A man calling her for the pure purpose of telling her that her voice was sexy...then asking to meet...what kind of stranger would call a wrong phone number back because the voice on the other line intrigued them? Apparently Mark would. Though Denise tried to go on with her day as usual, the phone call was still in the back of her mind.

Mark took down the information from his computer screen and put it in his pocket. He would need it. Mark hopped into his Chevy and proceeded to take the drive to the Estates. He wanted to see her house, though she most likely wasn't home, he'd at least get to see something about his fantasy woman.

Mark pulled up by the curb. 776 Maple Circle, this was her place. The house was white with the awnings painted a deep blue, the bushes were beautifully trimmed, and Mark could see a part of the in ground pool in the backyard. It was all around gorgeous; he could only wonder what the inside looked like. He would find out soon enough.

A few days had passed and Mark hadn't seen Denise anywhere. Her car was in the driveway every time he had passed the house, but she was always home. Not at work, never left to go shopping, and he found this odd. Mark figured she had to be on vacation, and this would be the perfect opportunity to "browse" her house a bit. He planned it out to the very last detail; there was no way this plan could fail.

It was two in the morning, Tuesday. Mark pulled his car around to the curb, parked and locked it, and started walking towards Denise's house. He checked the living room window, and walked around the house. Not a single light was on. The doors and windows he could reach were all locked. This wasn't going to be easy, but he was determined to get inside. He didn't see any notices for a house alarm, so he figured at least he had that worry taken off of his mind. After a long time jimmying the lock with an old credit card, Mark managed to unlock the door and get it open. He lifted the door slightly off the hinges in case it creaked. Mark closed the door quietly behind him after slipping inside what looked to be the living room. To his left was the darkened kitchen, illuminated only by the light above the stove. Towards the right was a flight of stairs, and in front of him were three closed doors. He wanted to find her bedroom, but didn't want to risk opening and closing every door of the house before he found it. He had remembered seeing a glass window in the back of the house with a balcony leading off of it, and figured this must be her bedroom, or at least close to it. He wasn't sure how many houses were equipped with libraries and studies or dens nowadays.

Mark began creeping up the stairs, walking along the edges in case any of them had loose boards. As he got closer to the second floor, he heard a noise that faintly sounded like running water. After a couple more stairs, his heart started racing, his breathing heavy. There was a closed door, and he could see from the crack under the door that there was a light on, the bathroom. He wanted to run, to fly down the stairs, run out the door and get in his car, but he couldn't. He knew it had to be Denise; there had been no strange cars in her driveway for at least two weeks. He tried peering through the keyhole of the door, but couldn't see anything through the steam. It was now or never, he thought to himself. This was it. He stood outside the door, and waited until he heard the water being turned off.

At the last minute, Mark started panicking. He chose the door on the left, ran to it, and shut it behind him. At that same moment, Denise opened the door from the bathroom, and started walking to the same door that Mark had just entered. Unbeknownst to him, he had chosen to hide in her bedroom. He had to make a decision quick, risk hiding on the balcony, in a closet, just standing there, in either case there wasn't much time. He saw the door knob turn, whispered a silent "oh shit" to himself, and decided to just go for it.

In the blink of an eye, the second Denise stepped into the room; she felt someone's hands upon her. He pressed her body against the wall, and feverishly started kissing her. She tried to kick, to punch, anything, but to no avail. Mark used his right hand to hold Denise's above her head, and used his other to untie, and slip off her robe. He wanted to see her, to view her body, not succumb to the darkness. He leaned into Denise's ear, and whispered that if she promised not to scream, or hit him, he would let her go. She managed to gain a bit of composure, and weakly state that she promised.

Mark let her go slowly; crossing his legs, as he didn't totally trust her, and pushed her to where he saw the shadow of the bed. After doing so, he felt along the wall until he found the light switch, and turned it on. Denise could do nothing but glare. Totally nude and sprawled across the bed, face to face with her soon to be rapist. She didn't know what to think, she couldn't think. She couldn't scream if she wanted to. Her mouth felt dry, all she could think about was what was about to happen to her. This man, was going to take advantage of her, he was going to use her in every way he could to get himself pleasured. Another thought entered her mind, he could kill her. She had no way to stop anything this man was about to do. These could be her last few hours alive. Sweat started forming around her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed. Mark could tell she was scared.

"Denise, I want you to listen to me. I've been secretly following you for at least a month now. I'm Mark...the number you dialed a while back? The wrong number guy who called you back and asked you if you wanted to go out sometime? That's me. You're as beautiful as I thought you'd be, more so even."

Denise just stared blankly at Mark, not saying a word, not being able to.

"Look Denise, all I want is a night with you, after that, you can do whatever you want. Call the police, kill me, do whatever you feel you have to do, but either way, I'm going to do this, I have to do this."

With the ending of that last statement, Mark lifted his shirt above his head and tossed it aside. Moving closer to the bed, he unhooked his belt, and slipped off his jeans. He laid down beside Denise in nothing but his boxers and started running his fingers through her hair; he gazed into her deep green eyes, and began kissing her along her ears and neck.

Denise was already breathing heavily, though relieved that Mark had no plans of hurting her. She decided to do the only thing she could, she kissed him. It was a full open-mouthed kiss. Mark was totally surprised by this. He kissed her back, his tongue dancing with hers. He began kissing down her neck and along her collar bone. Her body was so beautiful and he didn't want to miss an inch of it.

Mark ran his tongue along her body, and started running it in circles around her breasts and nipples. He sucked them each gently in his mouth, then flicked his tongue against them, and nipped them softly. He glided a hand down the curves of her body and started teasing her pussy lips with a finger. Mark started rubbing Denise's clit, and after a moment, slipped two of his fingers inside of her wet pussy.

He grazed his fingers along her G-spot, and to his surprise she started bucking slightly and moaning. She was enjoying this. Mark kissed his way down her breastbone, down to her stomach, and finally reached her glistening pussy. He ran his tongue up and down, still sliding his fingers in and out of her. He began nibbling her clit and flicking his tongue against it, and Denise reciprocated, lifting her body to meet his mouth. He removed his fingers, and slid one, then two into her ass. Denise tensed a bit with this, but soon she was moaning louder, and bucking wildly at the pleasure this was giving her.

At seeing this, Mark couldn't hold back anymore. His hard cock was pulsating; he had to be inside of her. He removed his fingers, sat up and slid his boxers down his waist and onto the floor. He moved his body up to meet hers, and slowly pushed his cock into her waiting pussy. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth.

Denise wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her as he thrusted his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. Mark nipped at Denise's ears playfully, and whispered how wonderful it felt to be inside of her. She grabbed his ass tightly, moaning and breathing heavily.

"I'm gonna cum Mark, you feel so good. Make me cum!"

Mark began pounding harder and harder inside of her and could feel her muscles tighten against his cock. Denise dug her nails into him, and moaned loudly as he brought her to climax. After a few more deep thrusts, Mark came hard, his legs shook, and he was short of breath.

Denise felt wonderful. She hadn't had sex like this in almost five months. Not since she was with Cory. He decided he wanted something more than what she was giving to him, and apparently found it with Karen, Selena, and Tracy.

After regaining composure, Mark kissed Denise softly on the cheek, whispered a thank you, and got up, picking up his boxers and sliding them on. He got dressed and walked toward the door. Mark opened the door, turned and gazed at Denise, and walked out. Halfway down the stairs, Mark heard the door open and turned to see Denise standing there, longingly staring at him.

"Mark, please don't go. I'd really like it if you'd stay here a while longer."

Mark turned and walked up the stairs, Denise meeting him at the top and wrapping her arms around him, hugging him close.

"Thank you so much for this. I...I know this probably sounds weird, and is the last thing you were expecting, but I really enjoyed that. My sex life hasn't really been first class, and, well..."

Mark cut her off pressing his lips to hers.

"Denise, I want to thank you. I've never met a woman with your beauty before, you're absolutely stunning, and I'd love to stay."

With that, Mark scooped Denise up into his arms, pushed open the bedroom door, and laid her down, sliding into bed next to her and wrapping his arm around her abdomen. He gave her a soft kiss and sighed as they both drifted off to sleep.