I stepped into the shower, tentatively tested the water, it was warm and soft. I eased myself into its warmth, slowly adjusting as the water warmed my body, acclimatised. I turn around, feeling my whole body relax as the jets caress my shoulders and back. I throw my head back so the water hits straight onto my face and I feel it gush down my cheeks and probe around my mouth. I close my eyes and strain towards the source, opening my mouth and inviting it in. A wave of ecstasy washes through my body, the tingle starts in my chest then rapidly moves down, my abs tense, a quiver takes me over as it kisses my clit, then the wave fades and abates towards my toes.
Coming round, I grab the shampoo and generously lather my bobbed hair, massaging my head as I run my fingers through the delightful tickle of my undercut. I wash it off vigorously, with the suds running down my face that I wipe away with the back of my hand imagining it’s the hand of a man powerfully caressing me.
I hear the door to the hotel room, he’s here. I knew he would come. I continue to clean myself as he steps into the bathroom, standing silently by the side of the bath, he watches me as I soap myself. My body is tense with excitement and fear, I maintain a pretence of oblivion to his presence, waiting for his move.
I’d been perched at the hotel bar, enjoying a martini and scanning the room. My eyes flicked from man to the next, searching for someone. Then they caught with those of a man looking at me with the same hunger. He holds my gaze and his eyes penetrate my soul. My eyes speak with a fierce lust. I’m yours they say. If you want me, you can have me. His spoke that he recognised the desire and understood and respected it. The gaze was broken and I sat gasping on my stool, my eyes fluttering and my body tight and twitching. Regaining composure, I straighten my back, recline by the bar, and continue my drink. Some time passes, I sit and sip my cocktail with my back to him and brush of the advances of businessmen. All the while I feel his presence and I hope that he’ll come. I hope he’s looking at me, wondering how much I meant it, whether what he thought he’d experienced was really that. He’ll come, it’s just a matter of how long I have to wait.
All of a sudden he’s at the bar next to me, his voice is silky and I know it’s him. I slip my spare room card towards him without looking, he takes it without looking, his hand briefly hovers against mine and electricity shoots through my spine. Then he completes his order and heads back to him friends. I smile to myself, it is on, I swizzle on my stool and look at him with a knowing smile. It’s now a matter of how long he has to wait. I keep smiling at him while I slowly finish my drink. I can feel my heart racing, the endorphins embrace my whole body. The adrenaline floods my arteries, it is on, what is he going to do to me? The wetness is gushing between my legs, drenching my knickers and the stool.
I finish my drink, look him straight in the eyes, widen my legs, blatantly rub my crotch and stand up and head to my room.
And now he’s here, standing beside me while I’m naked in the shower. I start to turn my head towards him. A Dark silky voice says
“Don’t look at me”
“Turn around” comes the instruction
I do as he says and turn around to face into the shower, feeling exposed as the water runs down my back. I can hear him undressing behind me, then stepping into the bath.
He stands there for a while, and I stand still, my breathing shallow and gasping, My body trembling with anticipation tinged with excitement of the unknown. I’m aroused and can feel the juices soaking my sex. I could still change my mind, break the atmosphere and say no, I’m sorry, I don’t want to after all. His delay is a final request for permission, my stillness and silence is a firm consent.
His hand grabs the back of my head, his fingers cupping the base of my skull and pushing me forwards against the wall. Pinning me there he leans in and opens his mouth about my neck, he slowly closes, firmly but gently biting me, his tongue running between his teeth in strong controlled sweeps. His right hand runs down my side, squeezing it, pulling at it, owning it. His body pulled against mine, I can feel his arousal.
He pulls back and I arch towards him. Pinning me at a distance with his left-hand, his right-hand thrusts between my legs, three fingers inside me. His strength lifts me, I push against him, urging him to enjoy me. He pushes in deeper, his knuckles rubbing against the lip. I groan. He let’s go of my head, I stay as I am, gasping under his control. I can feel my vagina pulsating around his fingers, I want more. I gyrate around them, trying to slide myself against their length. The presumption is returned, by a sharp thrust upwards, causing me to fall forward and catch myself with both hands against the wall. He pulls me upwards forcing me to spread my legs, lean forward, my knees buckle, whimpering groans escape my lips. A hand on my back bends me over and slowly, but slowly draws out his fingers. A cascade of juices gush down my legs. His fingers trace the lips of my opening and tug at my clit, his other hang grabbing my bum and pulling it open, exposes me more, he presents two fingers and allows me to fuck them, then it’s three and then four. Each time another is offered, I ease myself down to the knuckles, groaning as I push and rub against them, trying to satisfy my clit. A flick of his wrist tells me it’s time to stop indulging myself and start moving against them, drawing myself on and off.
A calm washes over my body, the initial fury is subsided, the heart returns to a lower rate and whole world melts away. All that is left is the sensation between my legs. Every neuron in my body is turned on and every touch sounds and smell is a thousand times as intense. There is nothing in this world except the pleasure this hand is giving me. Everything this man wishes to do will feel divine and I give myself entirely to him.
“Get onto you knees in the bath, rest on your forearms, head down, bum up.”
I do as he says. Both hands grab my butt cheeks, his fingers driving into them and pulling them apart, pulling me wide apart. His hands move down, three fingers from each hand cup the sides of my vagina, he pushes them together and drives them into me, pulling apart and stretching me each time he withdraws them, time and again he drives into me and stretches me, he grabs the sides of my entry and slowly pulls me wider.
“Stretch me, enjoy me, fuck me”, I gasp
He releases his grip and pushes the back of his hand between my legs, I grind against it and he curls his hand into a fist. I try and ease myself around it, pushing against it, trying to fit it inside me. A sudden slap against my arse snaps me to attention.
“It’s rude to just take what you want.”
Another slap stings my check
“You have to ask nicely”
He roughly tugs and squeezes my arse
Slap
“Beg me for what it is you want, you little slut, beg”
“huh” I gasp, shocked and unable to speak
“How will I know what to do with you if you don’t tell me?”
I pant beneath him, still unable to form words
Slap
“Is it this?” he says as he drives a finger deep into my arse, “this?” as he flicks it against my clit brining me close to orgasm
“no I gasp”
He moves to slowly running his fingers across my opening.
Slap,
“I know what you want” as he drives four fingers inside me. “Beg Me for it” he whispers
“Please, please, I want you to stretch me, please, I want you to make me as wide as you can. Fill me and take me.”
His hand slides deeper into me. “come on, it’s time to move to the bed”. The power in his voice excites me.
He’s up behind me, bends over and gently kisses down my spin. His fingers patter at my side. He tenderly kisses and strokes.
“Shh” he whispers as he gently runs one finger between my legs. Kneeling behind me he guides me down onto his condomed cock, one hand on my hip and one on my shoulders he guides me against me.
“Mmmm” he groans as he fucks me harder
“Aaargh” I gasp in return at a particularly deep thrust
He’s really pounding now and I can feel him swelling inside me. He suddenly slows and pulls me tight against his groin, then sharp deep thrusts hammer into my body. He groans as he comes deep into me. Still gasping he pulls out and fills my gaping space with his fist. He pummels me, fisting inside me, his arm glides into. I relax against him, he’s easily sliding against me. On and on it goes and I moan in pleasure. He draws his hand to the lip and I feel his other joining it, four fingers of each, pulling at me and penetrating me. He switches between driving me and pulling me wider. An arm’s inside me and the other hands probing me further.
“aaahhh aaah a ahaa ahaaah aaah” I cry out as my body is stretched move than ever before.
Removing one hand he reaches round and caresses my clit, stroking and rubbing in perfect rhythm with is his slowly pounding fist. The orgasm grows slowly, a tingle round my sex, a tensing of the whole body, barely able to breath I arch against him. “Uuurgh aah ah” It’s coming fast now, I can feel the wave of ecstasy building round my ankle. I can feel it being held back, trying to break through and wash all over me. He rubs me harder, I tremble and gasp and groan, I can’t stay still, I push myself harder against and further onto his arm, I’m thrusting against his arm, and he fucks me harder with it. Pummeling me, pounding me, thrusting his arm into me whilst frantically vibrating my clit.
It hits like a shockwave. The orgasm explodes through me. All emotions except pure bliss are expelled from my body, it feels like angels lifting me. My body collapses in a high surpassing any drug.
We collapse where we lay slowly panting.
Minutes later I open my eyes and sit up to get my first real look at my lover.
“You should probably get back to your friends”, I say
“I’d rather buy you another Martini if I may”, He replies.
Oh how delightful…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/81qgwy/stretch_me_the_stranger_at_the_bar