The key jingled in my shaking hand as I inserted it in door knob. I’d never had sex with a random person. It took me five months to get to an intimate level with my ex-fiancé. I pushed open the door then turned to the right, flipping on the light. The dim light illuminated the quaint room but did little to hide the orange paisley print wallpaper covering the walls. The comforter was a mixture of yellows and oranges swirled together in a dizzy pattern. I let my gaze roam and found a small bathroom off to right of the room. It still smelled like cigarettes and sex, covered by the cheap cleaning solutions the maid had used.
I tossed the key on the table near the door and stepped aside allowing the stranger to accompany me inside.
“Kinda small,” he said, taking a look around. “At least it’s dry.”
I could ask him questions, get to know him a bit, or I could just fuck him. Something about the questioning look on his face said he was thinking the same thing. Was conversation really needed? I wasn’t really in the mood for small talk. After arguing all night, talking was the last thing on my mind. I needed skin to skin contact.
Something to take my mind off what had happened and allow me to be someone I wasn’t for a few hours.
“Your wet clothes should probably come off,” I said taking in the soaked fabric covering his body.
His heated gaze met mine. My heart beat wildly in my chest. Did I really suggest a complete stranger get naked in front of me? My nerves started to override my need. It was on the tip of my tongue to explain, but he stopped me with a cocky grin.
The bold challenge went straight to my pussy. The sexy timbre of his voice had probably made many women shed their clothes over the years. I knew tonight would be no different. I slid my hands to the front of my jacket. Before I left my house, I had changed into some of the sexiest lingerie I owned. The lingerie was for me and I felt so damn desirable in it. I hadn’t planned on leaving the house damn near naked, but I’d been so pissed off that clothes didn’t matter. I wanted to surprise Dylan with an intimate evening and when we got into a fight, I’d grabbed my jacket and walked out the door.
Taking in the intrigued look the stranger’s face, I determined that I could live up to the bold challenge. It wasn’t very often in life that I got what I wanted.
Right now, I wanted him.
I pulled my jacket open, and I saw his eyes dilate as he took in lacy lingerie. I slipped the jacket off and let it fall to the ground, allowing him to stare at the barely there plum bra I wore. It did its best to keep my breasts contained. My hard nipples poked against the tiny holes in the lace. When his tongue did a slow swipe along his lips, my pussy clenched. I felt naughty. Desired. Wanted.
“Nice,” he commented. “Do you normally drive around in the rain in your underwear?”
“Not normally,” I replied.
“So today is my lucky day?”
A look of pure desire filled his face. I wanted this man to ravish me. To fuck me like he couldn’t get enough. I had no doubts that he could do the job. I hadn’t felt desired in a long time. My dwindling sex life was pathetic at best and my efforts to try and spice things up landed me single and driving alone in the rain.
“I’m all for getting naked but…” He glanced away briefly. “Are you sure this is what you want? I don’t think you really came here to have sex with me.”
“Do you have something better we could do?” I asked.
We locked gazes. For a moment, I thought he’d turn me down. Rejection on top of everything else would be icing on the cake. But he didn’t.
Instead, he reached for the wet fabric of his shirt and pulled it over his head. All his hard muscles looked even better in the yellow lighting of the motel room. My breath caught as his hands went to his jeans, snapping the buttons open at his fly. He took the time to peel the fabric from his long legs then tossed the soaked jeans to the ground, leaving his cock jutting out before him, proud and erect. I stared at him. Long and thick, with a wide head already dripping with pre-cum; I licked my lips in anticipation. His big cock would feel so good buried deep inside my aching pussy.
He closed the space between us, sliding his warm hands along my arms. Eager shivers slithered over my skin. He traced the outline of my breast with his finger, dipping into my cleavage then stroking its way back to my beaded nipple. He swirled his finger over the hard tip and a bolt of pleasure shot straight through my core.
“I have a feeling you didn’t wear this lingerie for me.” He pulled one of the lacy cups aside and flicked my nipple with the tip of his finger. “But I’m not complaining.”
He pinched and rolled, over and over, until I thought I’d die if he didn’t put his mouth on me. The air chilled my feverish skin, but the stranger’s eyes were hotter than fire. His piercing brown gaze roamed over my face and then to my breasts, driving up my elevated breathing and heated response.
He pulled both cups of my bra aside and kneaded my breasts before he dipped his head to kiss my neck. He felt so amazing against me, his tongue briefly darting out for a taste of my skin. I wanted him closer. I needed him deep inside me, making all the problems in my life go away, even if just for a few hours.
Finally, his hands slid down my belly to my hips as his mouth latched on to one breast. I dropped my head back as I clutched him tighter. The tip of his tongue flicked my nipple back and forth until I was a breathless mess about to lose control.
My fingers slipped through his damp hair, the strands cool as I tugged lightly, holding him to me. I moaned at the soft pull of his mouth. I was surrounded by the heat from his body and I wanted more.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same delicious treatment while his hands traveled to my waist. He yanked the leg of my lacy panties aside. The faint sound of ripping cloth filling the silence around us. I gasped as his fingers slid along my slit, stroking my wetness while he held me upright. Parting my legs, I widened my stance as he slipped two fingers inside me. My body screamed for his touch. I’d never felt so needy. My legs shook as he continued to suck my nipples and finger my pussy.
“Don’t stop.” I gasped. “Please don’t stop.”