Strangers

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

I look up from my book to a handsome man smiling before me. I look around the lounge, finding it mostly empty and plenty of available seats. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, but it’s been a harrowing day and I thought the company of a beautiful woman, such as yourself, would make it better. However, if I’m disturbing you I apologize.”

I smiled at his genuine candor, and honestly, the idea of another evening alone in the hotel lobby was not ideal. 

“No bother at all, please, join me,” I say, waving to the chair and putting my book away. 

“What were you reading?” he asks. 

“Neil Gaiman’s, Stardust. Have you read it?”

“Yes. A favourite of mine,” he replied as the server comes over to take his order, a house red, “Have you had dinner yet?” he asks me.

I shake my head no, and he requests menus, which she brings back promptly, completely ignoring me. I couldn’t blame her, he was rather dashing. Blonde hair, expertly cut and styled, light green eyes that twinkled with humour and an inviting smile framed within a cute beard. Dressed in a blue button down, tan slacks and matching jacket, no tie, he looked like a professional travelling. Definitely handsome. Lost in thoughts of undressing him and finding out what he tasted like it took a second to realize he and the server were both staring at me expectantly.

“I’m sorry, what was the question?” I ask, a little embarrassed. 

“Do you know what you would like to eat, or a few minutes with the menu?” The server asks, a mite peeved at the interruption from oogling him. 

“A few minutes, please,” I smile at her. 

Back to ignoring me she smiles at the stranger and says, “Of course. I’ll come check on you in a few minutes.”

Nodding, but not looking away from me he dismisses her with a nod and thank you. 

“She seems rather taken with you,” I comment, rather salaciously, wiggling my eyebrows in an attempt to be flirty. 

His laugh was worth the moment of silliness. Deep and free it sent a direct thrill down my spine, straight to my clit. Oh, this man could be trouble. A quick check to his left hand shows no ring, and no tan line. Hopefully single, I pray. 

“Perhaps,” he chuckles, “But I’m rather enjoying the view I have.” His eyes catch mine and a knowing smile sends another shot of anticipation through me. Definitely trouble.

I was all in. 

We spent the next couple hours discussing books, movies, current events and swapping the usual life stories. The conversation flowed naturally and there was no awkwardness, a first for me really. There were always a few slight pauses when meeting new people, as you find common interests or safe topics. With this guy there was none of that. He was smart, charming and interesting. Swept up in the evening I lost track of time until the server came over to let us know the lounge was closing. We were welcome to continue our conversation in the adjoining bar but would need to close out the bill here. I request the bill, which he steals and signs to his room. I smile, chivalrous, but knowing it would be a business expense. 

We stood to go and while I glanced at the hotel bar I knew it was too late for that. I thank him for a wonderful evening and start towards the elevators. His footsteps echo mine as we both head in the same direction. 

“I’d invite you up for a nightcap, but I’m afraid all I have in my room is water,” he jokes as he pushes the button to call the elevator. 

Looking up, I realize he was almost a full foot taller than I. My eyes wander the full length of him: long legs, tapered waist and broad shoulders, all wrapped in a nice suit, sans tie.

“Like what you see?” He asks, as a chime announces the arrival of the elevator.

Blushing, I nod, and turn to the opening doors. Entering together I wait for him to hit the button for his floor, 6th, same as me. He drops his eyes to my lips, I could see him debating whether to make a move, or keep the space. I smile and raise up on tiptoes to kiss him. I meant it to be a chaste one, just a light brush of lips, but the millisecond our lips touched the air charged with electricity. His hands find my hips, pushing me back against the wall. My hands dive into that thick head of hair, destroying the perfect style, pulling him down for a deeper kiss. His tongue probes at my lips and I open like a ripe blossom, ready for the picking. 

The elevator came to a halt faster than either of us were expecting and a little disheveled we pull back as the doors open. Grabbing my hand he pulls me out and down the hall, in the opposite direction of my room. Laughing, I could barely keep up in my heels as he eagerly navigated the twists of the halls. Fumbling with the key it takes him a few tries to get the reader to accept his card before he shoves open the door. I follow him in, stepping past where he held the door for me. I stop at the edge of the room, a little uncertain now that I was here. There was no doubt I wanted him, that I was willing, but I didn’t even know his name. 

His hands brush my shoulders, pushing my hair to the side as warm lips find my neck, and any thought I had of asking his name flies from my mind. Spinning around my arms wind around his neck again as I let my head fall back, giving him free access to my throat. A low growl comes from him as he pulls me tight to his chest, lips travelling down my neck, tongue tracing the line of my collarbone. I groan, eyes closed and I seek his mouth with mine. A brief kiss and he spins me around, moving my hair again he slowly pulls the zipper of my dress down my back, parting the fabric slowly exposing my back.

Lips find the bare skin, tongue licks down the ridges of my spine, he pushes the dress forward and off my shoulders. Unclasping my bra, letting it fall off my rounded shoulders, he slides his hands up my ribs to cup my breasts, massaging and gently pinching the nipples. Pulling me into him I feel a long, hard ridge against my ass. Need overrode sensibility as I push back, my hands reaching behind me to take hold of his hips and push him closer to me. The thickness appeared to match the length and I slipped a hand between us to trace the line with the palm of my hand. Rubbing my hand over the growing member I turn slowly, my fingers toying with the buckle of his belt.

Chuckling, he takes my hands, dropping a kiss in each palm he steps back, “you first.” 

I make quick work stepping out of my dress, kicking it to the side. My bra already off I start to unclasp the stockings from my garter when I hear his demand, “Leave those on.” 

Swallowing hard, I see the heat in his eyes as they trace the line of my thighs, over the curves of my hips and waist, stopping at the lace panties barely covering my pussy. Reaching out, he slips a finger in the waistband, sliding it behind me as his whole hand finds its way under the material, grabbing my ass as he steps in to me. Bodies pressed he towers above me, my neck craning to see his face as I feel his other hand join its companion in cupping my ass.

A small smile graces his lips as he look at me, eyes searching my face before kissing me. It was gentle as he backs me up against the wall, hands slipping out of my panties and pulling them down as he kneels before. I could feel his hot breath on my mound as I step out of the pool of material at my feet. Pressing them to his face he inhales sharply, before he shoves them in his pocket, “I’m keeping these,” he whispers as his tongue flicks over my clit. 

I don’t argue, nodding mutely. He parts the lips of my slit, tongue licking from hole to clit as I cry out at the pleasure he is building. Pulling a knee over his shoulder, opening me wide to his ministrations, he dives into my pussy. Tongue swirling over the clit my hands grab onto his hair, hips moving in tandem with his tongue before I explode all over his eager mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he moans as he looks up, beard and lips wet.

“Don’t stop,” I groan as his mouth finds my clit again, “Fingers” I cry out. 

Quickly he slides one in, testing how tight and wet I am before stretching me with a second one. Pressing his fingers in deep they curl and find the right spot. Short and hard thrusts as he fingers me, mouth latched and sucking hard on my clit and I undone within seconds. One hand buried in his hair, the other pinching a nipple I collapse back on the wall, hot liquid exploding all over his face and my thighs.

“You squirt?” he asks quietly and in awe, thumbs spreading my lips wide so his tongue can explore more fully.

Unable to speak I nod, my eyes closed reveling in the sensation. One final lick up he drops a kiss on my clit before standing. Leaning against the wall I watch him unbutton his shirt. I was tempted to takeover but he was deliberately taking his time, exposing his body one button at a time. The shirt was wet and clinging to him in certain areas from me, and I smiled at the idea of his dry cleaner wondering what it is. Shirt unbuttoned, his hands reach for the belt, unbuckling and pulling it slowly out of the loops, wrapping it around his hand. My eyes are riveted to his hands, watching the methodical movements, the seductive promise of violence.

I push away from the wall and reach for the button his pants, making quick work of it and the zipper, my hand stealing into his pants to caress the velvety skin of his hard cock. Groaning I wrap my fingers around his cock, stroking, as my lips find the warm skin between the lapels of his shirt. My tongue dips into the hollow of his collarbone and up his neck to his mouth. Arms circling me, belt gone, he leads me blindly to the bed until it hits the back of my knees. Breaking the kiss he pushes me down to sitting as he pushes his pants down, releasing his cock. I reach out to stroke him again he grabs my hand, reaching for the other and holding both tightly in one of his. The other hand nudges my thighs apart as his fingers find their way inside me again.

Two fingers buried in my pussy, his thumb stroking my clit, I feel another orgasm building. I want to touch him. I struggle to pull my hands free but his grip tightens. I look into his eyes, “I want to touch you,” I beg.

With that whimper my hands are released and I lean forward to stroke the precum from the tip of his cock and into my mouth. As the drop hits my tongue the orgasm rips through me, and my hand grips his cock. Strokes softs but sure I feel him push into my hand. The groans from his throat were all the encouragement I needed before my tongue laps at the glistening drops collecting on the tip of his cock. 

Slipping his fingers from me I switch my position so I’m laying with my head off the edge of the bed, perfect height and position for his cock to slide down my throat. I didn’t know if it would work, he was so thick, but damn I was going to try. As I enveloped his cock into my wet mouth I heard him moan, “saucy wench” as he leaned forward and buried his face in my pussy again. As hard as I try I couldn’t get his whole cock in my mouth. I shift to suck his balls into my mouth as my hand strokes him. Cock swelling in my hand he pulls back quickly and out of reach.

“Flip around,” he demands, eyes hard and cock twitching. He was close.

I sit up on the bed, face him and kneel, spreading my thighs to rub my clit. He can’t look away as my fingers rub that sweet nub hard and fast. I can see the last tenements of control snap as he moves to grab my body and pulls me to the edge of the bed. Throwing one leg over his shoulder he guides his cock inside me. I damn near weep at how good he feels. My pussy wet and ready I take every inch of him until it’s just this side of painful, but in the best way. Breathing deep, eyes closed he strains to keep his composure. Not one to be patient I rake my nails down his chest, squeezing his cock. 

“Oh, fuck” is all he says before he starts pounding into me. I thrust my hips up feeling him hit the deepest part over and over before I cry out. Grabbing my leg tighter I could see his control was a thin thread, fraying as another orgasm runs through me and my pussy convulses around him. He pulls out and palms his cock, stroking fast as his load shoots over my belly and pussy. The hot liquid marking me. I slide my fingers over one of the spots and bring it to my tongue, tasting him. Just as good as I thought. 

I look up at him and his eyes are intense as he watches me, “do that again” he commands. I swipe another spot and as I bring my finger to my mouth he intercepts, licking my finger and crushing my lips with his. His tongue invades my mouth and I can taste both of us. He slips his cock back into me, still hard, slowly moving in and out, bringing low moans from my throat. I squeeze my pussy around him, orgasms building and cresting over me. 

My legs wrap around him, his thrusts coming faster, “oh god, I’m coming again” he groans, filling me up, unable to pull out a second time.

Panting, he pulls out but stays propped up over me, brushing hair from my face, he looks into my eyes, “Hi,” he whispers, “I’m Calvin.”

Smiling, I whisper back, “Crystal.”