It was about 2am and she was sitting at the bar in a hotel. The lights were down and only very few people were still up. An older guy, dressed like a businessman, was sitting in one of the comfy chairs reading a newspaper while smoking a cigar. In one of the corners, she could see a couple that couldn't leave their hands off each other. They were trying to keep it down but every now and then she heard a giggle from their corner. She was sitting alone at the far right end of the bar, lost in her thoughts. It had been a long day and she had tried to go to bed early, but couldn't sleep. After 2 hours of lying awake, she had decided to have a drink or two to help her get to sleep. Now her fingers were holding the stem of a wineglass and she gave it a little spin, watching the still untouched red wine swirl around in the glass. Some tuned down jazz music was playing in the background and she felt the loneliness sink into her heart like a stone.
Suddenly she heard a noise from the entrance hall and slowly, almost reluctantly turned around to see what was going on, though at the same time she felt like she couldn't really be bothered. A group of people had just come in and they were arguing heavily while trying to keep their voices down. She wasn't able to understand what they were talking about and so she turned back to her glass, hearing a very soft, deep voice firmly saying "NO, that is NOT how we'll deal with this" from the hall. But as quickly as they'd appeared, they vanished and it got quiet again. Almost too quiet. She turned back to her glass of wine, sighed and finally took a sip. She could see the print of her lips on the glass where they'd touched it.
A little later, the glass was almost empty and she wondered if she should go to bed now, trying to get at least some sleep. While she was still thinking and staring into the little red pool of wine on the bottom of her glass, she noticed someone just taking a seat at the bar about 4 seats away from her out of the corner of her eye. She moved her eyes from the wine and turned her head a little to see who arrived at this late hour, only to find an extremely handsome man with brown, slightly curly hair and a goatee, wearing a suit with the collar opened and the tie hanging loosely around his neck. Just when she looked over to him he sighed, looking almost as lost as she felt. Her eyes lingered a little bit too long on him and he must have noticed, as in this very moment he looked up and straight at her. He suddenly flashed a smile at her before he turned around to speak to the bartender who had just reappeared from the now closed kitchen. She blushed and noticed how his smile had just made her stomach flip. "Oh, this is not good" she thought and emptied her glass, considering to leave and go upstairs. But in this moment, the bartender walked over as he saw her taking the last sip of her wine, asking her if she wanted another one. She reflexively said yes, wondering where that suddenly came from. She mentally shook her head and sighed, peeking over to the handsome stranger, only now realizing how much she would actually appreciate some company, a conversation, anything. He was staring into his glass, looking like he could use a nice word himself. She wondered if that wasn't utterly silly and whether she wouldn't make a complete fool out of herself if she actually said something to him. She looked around the bar. All the other guests had disappeared and even the bartender was nowhere to be seen. Taking that as a sign, she gathered all her courage, took another sip from her glass, holding it in her hand while walking over to the stranger. She sat down on the barstool next to him just as he noticed her and turned around. Two huge brown eyes framed with the longest lashes she had ever seen on a man stared right into her soul. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. The thought of how embarrassing this could get popped back into her head, and all her previous courage just disappeared, leaving her feeling rather insecure and uncertain about what to do. But just before the silence turned awkward she managed to speak, though she didn't really know how.
"Rough day?" Her voice sounded strangely hollow in her head.
"Hell yes" he sighed, lifting his eyes from his glass looking at her. "Wait, do I look that terrible?" he said, a smirk gently running around his lips.
"No, of course not!" she reply, realizing only in the very moment the words left her mouth that this could of course be understood as her admitting that she thought him to be attractive. Or was she overthinking things? She was still tense and a bit uncomfortable, after all, she had never approached a complete stranger late at night in a hotel bar ever before. A good looking stranger, she thought and suppressed a grin.
"Well thank you, my day has indeed been… exhausting. Though your appearance here just made it a whole lot better." He looked her straight into the eyes now, almost as if he was glued to them. He also looked a little bit amused, she noticed. She smiled at him for the compliment and started to feel like she maybe did indeed not make a complete fool out of herself talking to him. At least, so far. She was stunned by the casual way in which he responded and unable to move her eyes from his, she found herself slightly turned on. She was wondering what on earth was just happening with her and why she acted like she did, when he finally looked away and grabbed his glass again, readjusting himself on his seat.
"So, why is a beautiful woman like you in a hotel bar that late at night all by herself?"
He said this in a way that made her feel like he was really interested. She suddenly felt comfortable and forgot everything about him being a stranger and just started telling him little bits and pieces about her work and about how she couldn't sleep. Even if he wasn't genuinely interested, she thought, it felt good to at least talk to someone. But he listened carefully, all the while he never stopped to look into her eyes. She then suddenly realized she hadn't asked him at all, although he did look stressed out. Which had been the very reason why she had dared approaching him in the first place.
"So how about you?" she asked.
He sighed and suddenly put his hand on top of hers. She felt a tingling sensation running from her hand through her arm and the warm, surprisingly soft palm of his felt good on her skin.
"Honey, my day was so bad; I wouldn't even know where to start. And I'd actually rather forget about it for now anyway, but thanks for asking."
He smiled at her, his hand still resting on hers and she could literally feel the rest of her defenses falling down. 'This really isn't good' she thought, but the words that came out of her mouth were saying something different.
"Do you have something in mind?" she asked, knowing the answer only too well.
He leaned forward and she only now realized that she had been moving towards him all this time. She suddenly felt his soft lips touching hers and she open her mouth to let his tongue slide inside and mingle with hers. She felt his other arm around her, drawing her closer to him. He then suddenly stopped, though almost reluctantly. She opened her eyes to see why, feeling as if she'd just been hit by something, her eyes still halfway closed, biting her lower lip looking at him. "Oh no" she thought, all the while knowing he completely got her and that there was no turning back for her anymore, and judging be the smile on his face he knew it just as well.
"Oh shit, I want you" she whispered, shocked by her own actions. But it was true, she did want him, she could almost feel her body begging for his. He pulled her closer, one hand now touching her hair, stroking it to the side behind her neck. He moved his head towards her ear. "Just don't think" he whispered, just before he started to softly kiss and bite her neck. She closed her eyes and made a sound of pleasure, wrapping her arms around him, feeling his body close to hers. She allowed her hand to explore his upper body, though the suit and shirt were still in the way.
"How about we take this upstairs?" he asked in a low voice. She was way beyond being reasonable or caring about sleep. "Great idea" she agree and before she knew it followed him up to his room.
Inside, he immediately pulled her close again and kissed her fiercely. His mouth tasted like a mixture of coffee, whiskey, nicotine and him and she thought how nothing had ever tasted more delicious. While he still kissed her, he removed his tie and she started to unbutton his shirt, exposing a perfect chest over which she let her hands run wantonly. She felt his one hand sliding under her shirt, lifting her bra and softly caressing her nipples, while his other hand ran down over her back, finding its way underneath her skirt, grabbing her buttocks. She pushed his open shirt over his shoulders so that it was only held by his arms. He helped her out of hers, removed her bra and pulled her close again, so that she could feel his chest hair on her breasts. She moaned a little at the sensation of her skin touching his. She was massively turned on and her breath was already heavy when he continued undressing her like a Christmas present and let her skirt fall to the floor. This left her standing in front of a bare-chested man, wearing nothing but her panties and high heels.
He looked her up and down before smiling at her again.
"Had I known what was waiting for me down at the bar I would have gone there a lot earlier."
Before she really knew what was happening, he pushed her against the wall, kissing her fiercely again. While she felt the pressure of his body, his hands started wandering all over her. He then kissed his way down from her mouth over her neck towards her breasts. He first just licked around her nipples, not touching them, teasing her and leaving her breathing heavily with excitement, before he started sucking and softly biting her nipples. She moaned. She felt his fingers slide underneath her panties, exploring. He ras them over the lips of her vagina up to her her clit and back again and when her body twitched a little and another moan escaped her mouth, she felt him pushing two fingers inside her. This time she moaned loader. He thrusts his fingers into her several times and she was already so excited that she thought she might just not be able to hold it together much longer when he suddenly stopped.
"You're pretty wet, you really want this, don't you?" he asked, a look of slight surprise but mostly pleasure on his face.
"Oh yes" she agreed, moving her hands down to his pants, finally releasing the bulge that she had been feeling pressed against her leg before. She quickly worked her way down kissing his chest, letting her tongue lead the way until she reached his already pretty erect penis. She started letting her tongue slide along his shaft up to his tip and then slowly circling around it, tasting the bit of pre-cum she had just licked off it before she swallowed as much of it as possible. Now it was his turn to moan. She soon felt his hands grabbing her hair, guiding her while she almost hungrily sucked on his cock. The thought of how this must look like, she giving him a blowjob just wearing her panties and high heels and how she never thought she'd ever find herself in such a situation and enjoying it like this briefly crossed her mind. It only turned her on even more. He let go off her hair and she, taking the hint, let her tongue slide along his now hard, long cock just once more while looking up at him and then gave him a smile before she moved up again.
He removed her panties and lifted her up, his tongue once again down her throat. She wrapped her legs around him, already feeling the tip of his hard cock at her entrance. He paused for a moment and while she looked in his eyes suddenly felt him thrusting into her, slowly but mercilessly making her feel every inch that was entering you.
"Oh god!" she moaned while she completely gave in. He stopped for a moment once he was fully inside her just to make her feel him. She had needed this, badly, she now realized. He then pulled his cock out almost completely before he thrust it back in, this time hard and deep and then started fucking her rhythmically. She adjusted her legs around him so that he could drive his cock even deeper into her and grabbed some of his hair. She felt that it wouldn't be long until he was going to push her over the edge, but she didn't want to yet. She enjoyed his cock pounding around in her way too much. She let herself be totally consumed by him, moving her body just in ways to help him fuck her as deep as possible. His thrusts were becoming even harder while he grunted into her ear. She was having trouble to hold on much longer and astonished by the sheer lust she felt looked into his eyes. "Come for me, baby" he grunted, looking back at her and that was too much, she let go and climaxed more intensely than she had ever before. He continued thrusting into her through her aftershocks before she felt him orgasm, pumping his release deep into her.
She was still locked to him when they fell onto the bed before he pulled out. He looks at her and smiled. "You're such a sweetheart and so beautiful" he said. She briefly wondered what his intentions were and looked back into his wonderful big brown eyes. "This was exactly what I needed" she replied. 'And it really shouldn't have done that' she thought before she fell asleep in his bed, his arm around her.
