“Saturday night, as boring as every other night of my life. As usual, all I had to do was watch TV, while trying to enjoy a little bit of chocolate ice cream. I was already settled in my very comfortable recliner when the phone rang, totally taking me by surprise. I picked it up thinking it was someone looking for the wrong person. Who would call ME? But it wasn’t. The voice at the other end of the line vaguely reminded me of this guy I slept with once, in college. He said he was in town for business, and he invited me over to this hotel, for a drink. I agreed even though I don’t particularly want to see him. But it’s a variation, something different to take me out of my routine. So here I am, all dressed up, I even put some makeup on, in an effort to look a little sexy…after all, one drink could lead to so many things…”
“Well, you can wait as long as you like. I’m sure he’ll show up,” the girl said with a big, sweet smile on her face, a smile that contradicted everything she had just said to me.
So I sat down in the lobby to wait. The girl at the reception desk was looking at me when she thought I didn’t notice. I did, but it didn’t bother me. Besides, she was cute. I kept checking my watch, I kept trying to look worried. It worked, because the girl would smile at me from time to time, as if to let me know everything would be ok… I looked up when I heard someone’s steps coming towards me. I had a smile ready, just in case it was the person I was waiting for. And there was someone, there was a girl. Tall and slim, with dark blonde, long hair, and brown eyes. She was wearing a pair of low cut jeans, which made her underwear pretty visible. Through her top, I could see the rings in her nipples. She looked at me and smiled, not too big, but subtle and warm. She walked by, going to the reception desk, while I just sat there. Two minutes later I got up and started walking away. But then I stopped. I turned around, and noticed the girl was still looking at me. I saw her leaning over to the reception desk girl, and telling her something. There was a smile as if “Yeah, right,” then a shrug of shoulders and a shake of hands. As I was turning away, I heard a voice behind me:
“Excuse me, miss, I was wondering if you’d like to keep me company for a little bit, maybe have a drink…”
I smiled as if I couldn’t believe that she was actually talking to me, as if “The nerve on this girl! Who in the hell does she think I am? Or what?”… I didn’t even turn around when I said “Thanks, but no, thanks.” It wasn’t enough, though. One minute later, just as I was walking out the door, I felt her hand grabbing mine.
“Please…”
I didn’t know what to say to that. But I wasn’t supposed to say anything anyway. She was so beautiful, her smile was intoxicating, and the way she walked in front of me, leading me to her room, made me dream with my eyes open. I understood perfectly what was happening to me every time, why I was so attracted to her. I was head over heels in love with her, and all I needed, all I wanted was for her to say something else, so I could hear her voice again.
She opened the door to her room and stepped inside before me. I thought she was going to turn on the light, but she didn’t. Instead, she took my hand, pulled me close to her, and started kissing me. Soft and sweet at first, just so we could taste each other’s lips. And then hard and aggressive, so we could taste each other’s mouths. I don’t know how much time we spent kissing. All I knew was that I didn’t want to stop. I could feel my whole body getting warm, I could feel my knees getting weak, I could feel her hands on my back, pulling at the top I had on. She got rid of it in a split second, and then she pushed me towards the bed. I didn’t even realize falling on it, I didn’t realize when she got on top of me. I couldn’t focus on anything but her lips and hands all over me. She took the rest of my clothes off, and started kissing my body, slowly tracing it with her tongue. I just let myself go, and I felt getting wet when she was kissing the inside of my thighs. I wanted her to put her fingers inside me, but at the same time I wanted her to take her time, and drive me totally crazy… I couldn’t think anything coherent, and so I let her do whatever she wanted. It didn’t take her long to understand that I wanted her to fuck me, and so she did. I started moaning when I felt her finger inside, louder and louder when she used two and three, screaming when she used all of them. I was so wet that she didn’t have a problem sliding her hand in and out of me, harder and harder, and then slowing down, just to see me looking at her and begging for more. When she started moving her hand again, she made me sit on her lap, so close to her, so close that I could feel her breathing on my neck. I started biting her, sucking on her delicate skin, while my hands were looking for her panties, just to get rid of them. I did, and when I touched her, I felt her arching her back. She smiled and pressed my hand against what was her favorite spot. She made me rub it faster and faster, while her hand was still inside me. We were moving together, breathing together, moaning together, begging for each other, until we came together, until everything that we had inside exploded in a million pieces, spreading all over our hands… we stopped moving, but we held each other like that, smiling and whispering silly things to each other. I couldn’t help laughing when she said: “That was a brilliant idea, baby girl…you should have seen the face of that girl when I bet her that I would take you to my room… I need to collect in the morning.” She smiled again, she started kissing me again, and she turned me on again. In less than a minute I was ready to go… again.