02 - Sex with a stranger

The sound of a keycard swiping shattered the silence, jolting me awake. My eyes flew open, adjusting slowly to the darkness. Then a man entered the room and turned on the lights. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light unlike mine. 

This man, tall and broad-shouldered glanced around the room, an excited expression evident in his face. “Finally," he grumbled, "Thought you'd chickened out."

Who was this? A handsome man, with tousled dark hair and piercing green eyes, stood before me. He was dressed in a tuxedo, and he couldn’t contain his arousal as he took in the sight of me tangled up in his sheets.

He blinked, then a slow smile spread across his face. "Well, hello there, beautiful," he said. "You must be Sarah. Running a little late, aren't we?"

My mind raced. Sarah? Who was Sarah? A million questions bubbled up, but all I could do was mutter some words that were indecipherable because I was really drunk. But there was something about this guy that aroused me. 

He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt slowly while seductively looking at me. 

“You look so fucking sexy in that little floral dress.” He drawled.

My breath hitched as I heard him say that. Then he laid next to me, kissing me slowly from my neck down to my tits. I moaned softly as he ran his hands through my arms while trying to undress me. 

“Your skin’s so soft, your face is perfect and this body…a work of art.”

What was I doing, this was wrong but this guy was just too good with his words and his fingers. He finally undressed he until I was stark naked and he kissed every part of me. It went from a passionate kiss to a vigorous one. Like he wanted to swallow me whole. Then he started sucking my nipples and I moaned louder now. He was rock hard, I could feel it.

He asked me to suck his dick and immediately I knelt down on the sheets and took it all in. He held my hair roughly and bobbed my head back and forth letting out a groan of satisfaction. I looked him direct in the eye as I sucked him out and he a little smirk played at the corner of his lips.

When he had had enough of the blowjob, he asked me to bend over, doggy style. Having sex with a total stranger wouldn’t be that bad, I thought to myself. So I obeyed him and bent over. He reached out for the bedside table drawer to get a condom but he struggled to get it opened so out of annoyance he threw the condom away and went in raw.

He started off slowly, and we both enjoyed it. I was right, I guess he liked it like that cause he didn’t stop moaning at each thrust. One hand on my hair and the other, spanking my wobbly ass. He began thrusting hard and fast as he could. Then I rubbed my clits vigorously as he fucked me hard.

“Yeahhhhh, yeahhhh…. Yeahhh. Fuck!” I moaned out loud now, not caring if the whole hotel could hear us. This guy was just too fucking good.

He continued fucking me hard and when he wanted to cum, he pulled out, and then we both collapsed on the sheets. Breathing hard and fast, I said to him, “That was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had in my entire life!” 

He chuckled and turned to me, “Me too Sarah. Your body, it’s indescribable.”

Who the hell was this Sarah girl anyway? I thought to myself. I chuckled as I asked him, “Are you sure you pulled out properly?” 

And he assured me after a chortle, “I’m a fucking pull out king.” After that, one thing led to another and I was wrapped in his arms and we fell asleep.

There it was, evening sunset light peeking through the curtains woke me from a restless sleep. My head throbbed with a hard head ache. Confused, I sat up, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Then, a part of the previous night flooded back – the wooziness, the wrong room.

Something felt missing. The bed beside me felt cool and empty, the crisp sheets a testimony of someones recent presence. What exactly had happened? Where was I?

Glancing around the luxurious hotel room, I spotted a small black card on the nightstand. Picking it up, I saw it only contained a number and nothing else. What had I gotten myself into?

The sound of my stomach growling broke through all of my thoughts. Maybe some room service would help clear my head. Reaching for the phone, I was about to dial when a knock on the door startled me.

A young woman in a crimson uniform entered, pushing a trolley containing covered dishes. "Good evening, Miss," she greeted cheerfully. 

"Someone has arranged for a complimentary breakfast but since it’s dusk it’s now a complimentary lunch. And this person would also like that you would not be disturbed. Would you like me to set it up for you now?"

My jaw dropped. Who had ordered breakfast and instructed them not to disturb me?

“Yes, please. You can set it up over there." I murmured, with my hands on my head, still in pains. 

As the woman set up the table, I sank back into the pillows, clutching the business card. Taking a deep breath, I stared at the number for an awful amount of time, wondering what had conspired between me and the owner of that number.