The Stranger (Short Story. NSFW)

Our eyes meet across the hotel bar. I sit silently on a stool, enjoying my martini alone after a hell of a week. I’m lost in the fluttery keys of the grand piano, when I see a pair of coffee brown eyes glancing my way.

Our stares lock. I can’t look away. A charcoal suit fits his powerful, muscular frame perfectly and a sweep of styled, mahogany hair framing his angular features.
A shadow of stubble gives him a rugged air. I breath in deeply; he is gloriously handsome. He’s drinking a Scotch, I see, exuding a suave confidence that makes me wobble deliciously inside.

A fire roars in my belly at his gorgeous stare and he flashes me a sultry, dazzling smile. My senses nearly buckle inwardly and I can’t help but try to banish the now near pornographic thoughts of him flitting through my mind. With a final, deliberate sip of my martini, I hop off the stool, swaying my hips a little as I go. A quick glance over my shoulder and I can see him following me out.

We get to one of the private dining rooms. I rest against the wall and an excited lightness fills my limbs when he silently closes the door and turns the lock. A delicious heaviness grows thick in the air and slowly, he closes the space between us, gently resting his hands on my waist. His hot breath against my cheek sends a shiver down my spine.

Neither of us say a word before his lips close on mine. His hands roam my waist while I kiss him back, matching his urgency. I feel his tongue along the seam of my lips and I let him in, his tongue exploring me with a slow, deliberate hunger.

My chest rises and falls at the feel of his fingers threading in to my hair, resting around the back of my head, pulling me deeper in to his kiss. I moan softly in to his mouth and he dips down, planting fervent kisses on my neck, pulling up the satin of my dress as I make work of his belt and zipper.

My mind spirals at the feel of his hand on my thigh. Tracing upwards under the satin of my skirt, warmth swirls in my belly and in between my legs. Suddenly, I’m spinning around in his strong arms and my back is cushioned by his hard chest. I gasp at the feel of his powerful arousal pressing hard against my ass. A heady aftershave of pine fills my lungs as his lips tickle at my ear.

“Say yes…” He whispers, pinning me to him, his arm the only thing stopping me from melting right there and then. A lustful plea rather than a command.
“Yes…” I breathe.
With a firm yet gentle hand, he bends me over the table and lifts my skirt over my hips, slowly pulling down my underwear. The soft skin of his hand slowly grazes up my thigh to my bare behind.
“Mmm, nice ass,” he muses, when I suddenly feel his hand come down.

Smack!

A sharp gasp fills my lungs. It doesn’t hurt, playful instead of hard.

Smack!

A rush of pleasure washes over me as his hands caress my hips. He drops his trousers to his knees, freeing his impressive erection and I hear the ripping of foil. My senses spring up when I feel him at my entrance and taking his time, he slowly fills me.

Strained moans leave both our lips. He moves slowly at first until I grow accustomed to him, building up a pool of sweet warmth in my core. Then he really starts to move, picking up the pace until his hips are slamming against me.

The exquisite friction sends my skin standing on end, burning as his hands clamp around my hips, the table supporting me and my buckling legs. Heat courses through me and before long I can’t contain the noises that come from within me, surrendering to his wonderful prowess.

I hold on to the table, fire building higher until a dominating kiss and bite on my shoulder and I can’t take any more. A powerful climax shatters me apart, crying out so loud I’m certain half the hotel must have heard me.

His climax soon follows, feeling his grip tighten around my hips, tensing and jerking with a harsh shout. A delicious aftershock shudders through me and in our daze, both of us are left with the sound of our shaky breathing.

I pull my skirt down and he dresses himself again, planting soft kisses around my neck and jaw as he does.
“That was amazing…” he breathes as he straightens his tie.
“I could say the same,” I stifle a giggle and with a final smoothing down of my dishevelled hair, we unlock the door and leave the room.

The bar we left for our encounter has carried on as normal. Punters are drinking and talking over the tinkle of the piano. All has carried on as if nothing has happened between us.

I take a final glance at this gorgeous stranger before I begin to head back in to the bar, when I feel a hand on my wrist gently pulling me back in to the corridor.

“Hey, come here…” he whispers softly and pulls me in to his arms. He strokes a strand of hair out of my face with dark, glinting eyes before his lips come down on mine once more.

This time, his kiss is gentle, romantic even, yet with the same burning fire lying just underneath the surface. A taster of the passionate lover I had seen mere moments before. When we break away, I’m reeling dizzily.

“Thanks, honey,” his caramel voice murmurs against my lips, “We should do that again sometime…”

My insides give a little leap.

“I’d like that,” I can’t help but reply. One time with this man, whoever he is, would never be enough.A low groan rumbles in the back of his throat as he places a feather light kiss in the crook of my neck.

“Go on.” He says with a boyish grin, indicating we should go back to the bar. As I turn, he playfully slaps my behind and I let out a little yelp. A bright smile spreads across my cheeks as I walk back in, him following soon after.

When we’re perched back on our bar stools, our eyes lock across the room once more. He sends me a drink with a knee wobbling wink. A flush rises hot in my cheeks and my limbs sing as we silently raise a toast to our little secret.

 

 

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Violet Grey
Copyright, 2018 – The Life of Violet
All Rights Reserved.
*Picture – Pinterest

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