Free The Stranger (Red Hot Fantasies) by Opal Carew

"You actually slept with two of them?" Jan's
eyes widened at the thought of her friend Becca with the incredibly
hot male stripper from Celia's bachelorette party. And his sexy
friend.
    Becca grinned. "Well, actually there was
very little sleep involved."
    "So, how did you do it?" Her cheeks flushed
hotly as she realized how that sounded. "I mean, did you just… ask
him?"
    "No. I was a real wuss. I couldn't get up
the nerve to say anything to him before he left."
    "So how did it happen?"
    "Would you believe I forgot to sign the
check? He came back an hour later, after he picked up his friend
from another event." Becca shrugged. "Then one thing led to
another."
    "You are so awesome. You wanted to be with
that sexy stripper and you just made it happen."
    "I was just lucky things worked out the way
they did. And I have you and the other girls to thank because if
you hadn't encouraged me, I never would have gone for it." Becca
took a sip of her coffee, then smiled. "Now Cal and I are going
out."
    Jan's eyes widened. "You're dating him? I am
so jealous."
    "Because I lived out my fantasy or because I
snagged a dreamy guy?"
    "Both."
    "Well… I was thinking that you could be just
as lucky… in the fantasy department."
    Jan stirred her tea, then tapped the spoon
on the side of the cup and set it down in the saucer. "I don't
think so. You remember my fantasy was to have sex with a
stranger... while I'm blindfolded, so I never see him. I can't
really find a stranger without seeing him, and it wouldn't be safe
to hook up with a totally unknown person anyway."
    "I know, but it would be doable if someone
could arrange it for you."
    "Are you saying you want to set up my sexual
fantasy?"
    Becca grinned broadly. "Why not?"
    "Are you crazy? I can't just have sex with a
total stranger. It's one thing to fantasize about it, but I can't
actually do it."
    "Of course you can. Look, Cal's friend—the
one I was with—knows a guy we could ask. He's good looking and
sexy, and he'd be discreet. And apparently he's a really nice guy.
Cal guarantees you'll be totally safe with him."
    "I can't believe we're even talking about
this. I'm not having sex with a total stranger."
    "Come on, honey. Why not take a walk on the
wild side? Think about those fantasies you have, about a stranger
kissing you, caressing you…"
    Images from her private daydreams slipped
through Jan's mind. Being touched by big masculine hands. Lips
gliding along her skin, capturing her nipple. Fingers touching her
slick slit, then sliding inside. All happening in total darkness.
She couldn't see him. She could only feel him. Hear his breathing.
And his voice when he told her what he wanted.
    Becca's eyebrows arched. "You're doing it
now, aren't you?"
    Jan nodded reluctantly.
    "Just think how incredibly sexy it would be.
And you don't have to do a thing. I'll arrange everything. You just
show up."
    "Becca, I—"
    "Honey, at least think about it. If you
decide to go ahead, show up at my place on Friday night. I'll
arrange for him to come there, so you don't have to worry about him
being able to look you up later. I'll set things up, then leave for
the evening."
    "Fine, I'll think about it." Jan knew saying
that was the only way to get Becca to drop the subject.
    "Good."
    * * *
    In fact, Jan couldn't stop thinking about it.
The next evening, as she placed a basket of clean laundry on the
floor in front of the couch, she realized she was closer to saying
yes than no right now.
    She sat on the couch and grabbed a T-shirt
from the basket. The previous night, she'd had hot and heavy dreams
about a fantasy stranger making passionate love to her. It had been
so illicit. So sexy.
    Her love life had been virtually
non-existent for over a year now, ever since she broke up with her
college sweetheart. She folded the T-shirt and laid it on the
coffee table, then grabbed another one. They'd started dating the
last year of college and had been together for five years, but
they'd finally realized the