Just One Night

It's late. I should be asleep, but here I am. Wide awake. For no reason. I'm supposed to work tomorrow, so I'm more stressed than I should be. And yes, I know that's making it worse.I decide to leave my bed, promoting myself to the couch. If I'm going to be awake, I may as well see what's streaming. I wrap my blanket around my shoulders and start toward my soon-to-be nest. I turn on the television and the first scene that comes into focus is clearly a romantic comedy of some sort. I've tuned in just in time for the couple's hook-up it seems. Both leads are walking in what appears to be a hotel hallway, dressed in formal attire. Maybe they're at a wedding? I see Christmas decor in the background so maybe it's a Christmas party. Those are formal sometimes, aren't they? My mind wanders. Suddenly I'm walking in the corridor, scanning doors as I hold a key card. You're walking beside me. I stop in front of one and use the key card to open the door. I walk in first with you close behind. I tap the light switch so the room can be seen."Bathroom's over çankaya escort there,? I point to the other side of the room. You nod and make your way over. I toss my purse in the lounge chair, just past the foyer. I understand what's happening now. We're at a party here at this hotel. There are a lot of guests and the bathroom lines were much longer than you could tolerate. I got this room so I could drink as much as I want without worrying about getting home. I can feel the alcohol in my system. And my head. I'm pretty tipsy and loose, but also feel strangely anxious. Nervous. Aroused. I'm plotting. I hear the toilet flush and the faucet running. If I'm going to try something, I've decided... if I'm going to try something, it's now or never.You open the door. "Thank you! I was about to have a situation," you chuckle. "Those beers weren't going to wait much longer," you say as you make your way back toward the door. I step in front of you to keep you from reaching the door. "You ok?" you ask keçiören escort and lightly smile. "I've just never had you alone like this. All to myself, sans witnesses," I reply as I put my hands on your midsection and guide you toward the wall. You let me and slowly step back."I suppose not." Your smile becomes more salacious. My God, you're beautiful. I'm taken aback for a second. "What's your plan?" You ask. I feel your hands on my hips. I'm pleasantly surprised. I didn't think you thought of me in this way. I feel empowered and I'm so fucking turned on! I can feel my swollen clit throbbing at the thought of your cock penetrating me."Not sure," I smile slyly, "this is as far as I got in the plot." "Well, that sounds like a pretty lame plot," you mock as I feel your hands exploring. "Clearly. Maybe it was more of..." I reply, focusing on your beautiful mouth. "An impulse?" you suggest.I pounce. I forcefully plant my mouth on yours. Push past your lips with my tongue, searching for etimesgut escort yours. I gently bite your bottom lip. I practically push you into the wall with my desire, my hands holding your face, taking as much of you in as I can. I can't help myself, I can't stop myself. You return the enthusiasm, your hands pulling my body closer to yours. I stop and pull back. You look at me through hooded eyes. "You ok?" you ask, a bit breathless."Yes. Are you?" I reply, just as breathless."God yes," you grin. That's all I need. Suddenly, I'm not myself. I'm a more sexually aggressive version of myself. I go straight for your belt buckle, while I whisper into your ear."I've wanted this for so long." I nibble your lobe while I speak. "I want to fuck you so bad. I need you inside me."Your heavy breathing fuels me. I untuck your shirt and push it over your head. Before it's completely off and while it's still covering your eyes, I kiss your mouth again. I love the taste of you. I hold your face steady while I try to memorize you. You pull me closer and I feel your erection. I may explode before I get your clothes off!I push the rest of the shirt off and you pull my dress down over my shoulders, releasing my breasts. You take one in your hand and caress it, gently squeezing my nipple and sending me into a frenzy. I guide you toward the lounge chair and push you back onto it. You land on my purse.