The Woman in Room 1603

I shouldn’t be here.

The room number is the same as she wrote on the bar napkin, 1603. She’s behind that door, right? She gave me her room number. She.. She liked me, she was laughing the whole time we were at the bar. She sat next to me, drank with me for two hours, and said she was going to her room. But she did write her room number on a napkin and handed it to me before she left. And that look—that LOOK she gave me. I’m not, well, I do know she wanted… I don’t know.

And now I’m here. Outside her door—is it her door? It probably isn’t, this is dumb. I should go. Go to bed. Just go to bed.

Instead, I knock too loudly for this time of night. Idiot. Why the fuck did I do that? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Wait, no…

Footsteps. Footsteps coming to the door oh fuck someone is coming I should go—

The door opens. It’s actually her.

She’s still wearing that red dress. That tight red dress that hugs her hips and forces her cleavage into your periphery vision no matter where you look at her from. Fuck me, she’s gorgeous. Perfect. Lips you want to kiss, lips you dream around your cock. Her hair is black as midnight, her figure picturesque as an hourglass, and she’s out of her heels. I don’t know her name. I don’t know her name and I’m standing at her hotel room and it’s almost midnight. I’ve got a business meeting in the morning, I shouldn’t fucking be here.

I need to say something. Fuck, I need to say SOMETHING! I’m thinking too much, I’m thinking too much, I’m thinking too much… and she smiles. Fuck me, she smiles. I stop thinking and walk into her room, and close the door.

We’re close. The room is dark and I can feel her so close to me. I can feel her dress against my chest. She’s still, calm—confused? No, she would have said something. She would have yelled by now—SHUT UP AND STOP THINKING!

I look at her. She has blue eyes, they’re searching mine. What am I doing here? Yes, what am I doing here? I scan her face, but my eyes drop to her cleavage again. Fuck me, those tits are fine. Eyes back on her, eyes back on her breasts. I step to her, she inhaled softly, and I pause for a moment.

I don’t know her name, and I’m in her room. I don’t know her name, and my arm is around her waist. I don’t know her name, and I can feel her body against mine now. I don’t know her name, and I smell her perfume—spice, cinnamon, honey. I don’t know her name, and her hand has gone up my back and through my hair. I don’t know her name, and I can’t stop kissing her.

We kiss… Fuck me, she can kiss. Her tongue touches mine and I feel ALIVE. A rush comes over me and I bite her lower lip. She moans, and my cock can feel her pleasure. We kiss, and my hands wrap around her wrists. We kiss, and I pin her against the wall. She gives another moan—fuck me how is that so sexy? Her hands are forced to the wall, her breasts are pushed against my chest, our lips are together, and my cock is getting harder and harder. I pull my head back, but keep her arms against the wall. I look at her one more time, and I know how to make her cum.

I let go of her wrists, but my left hand wraps around her throat and I push her back against the wall. She gasps, moans, and breaths again in deep, heavy breaths. I squeeze my hands and choke her—just a little, the night is young. I kiss her again, and move my right hand up her left thigh, and up, up, up until I feel her lower lips. They’re wet, she’s a good girl. My middle and ring finger slide inside her. She gasps, and her body curls into mine. I hold her up with two fingers inside her and by her throat.

Her breathing shifts as my fingers reach and curl inside her. She moans loud enough to wake the entire floor, and her body clutches against my fingers inside of her. I can feel her cum dripping off my knuckles. My cock is rock hard and she can feel it, and does feel it with her right hand. My left hand forces her by throat against the wall, and with a scolding look to her eyes I remind her, “You will use your mouth, your throat, or cunt, but never your hands.” She starts to move away, but takes my right hand out from inside her and licks the two fingers formerly inside her. She winks, slowly drops to her knees, uses her teeth and unzips me. Oh, good, good girl.

When her lips wrap around my cock, I swear I see stars. She starts sucking my cock like a goddess. A slutty, eager goddess. She places her hands behind her back like the good girl she is, and deepthroats all eight inches of me like the nasty slut she is. She’s sloppy, slurping loudly, sucking my head like a lollipop at times and my hands find themselves forcing her to go deeper, harder. She maneuvers her head away from my cock and begins sucking my balls. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in, she feels so fucking good, and look down at her. She winks. She fucking winks, and it almost makes me cum. She moves back to my cock little a good little girl and wraps her hands around my cock and blows me like a good, good little slut should. I watch her head bob up and down my cock, her eyes shut and spit dripping from her mouth. I want to cum down her throat right now, but I see her figure through the red dress… and I’m tired of being in a hallway.

With one hand, I grab a fistful of her hair and drag her onto her feet. She moans—fuck me, she’s so sexy when she moans—and wipes some saliva from her lips. Still holding her by the hair, I walk her to the bed. She holds me aside with her right arm, and partially unzips her dress with her left hand. She stops a quarter way down, and looks over her shoulder.

Have you ever seen a great back? Not her backside, like ass, but a great back. Slim, muscular, curvy, it’s almost hypnotic when right. As I slowly unzipped her, I unwrapped a perfect back. Flawless, pristine, shaped perfectly. Her black hair fell to her shoulders, she turned her body turned to me and stood back on her feet. She undid the spaghetti straps around her shoulders, and the red dress fell to the floor.

She was flawless. Totally. Fucking. Flawless. Not a hair on her except the black hair on her head. Her skin was white, her nipples a pale brown. There was a tattoo of a black-and-white butterfly on her lower left rib. She laid her back down on the bed and spread her legs. Such a good girl. I took off my belt, and kept that in hand as my pants, shirt, and everything else fell to the floor next to the red dress. I had an idea about the belt, but I soon didn’t care and it fell to the floor as soon as my cock slide inside her.

She was wet. Tight. Her tits bounced as I thrusted. My hands found themselves wrapped in her hair, and I wanted to fuck her harder. Her nails found themselves deep into my back and I started to fuck even harder. She moaned, and I moaned, and I looked down and saw this gorgeous women with her fingers against her clit and her hand on my chest. Moaning. Grinding. And cumming. Nothing feels as good as a woman cumming on your cock, and this one was beginning to quiver. Such a good girl. Such a good, naughty girl. I lean in to her ear and whisper, “Get on all fours.” Like a good girl, she obeys.

Ever see a perfect ass? Round. Firm. Spankabke. She had all this and more. My cock goes inside her, and the front of her body melted into the mattress. Face down, ass up. This isn’t sex she wants, it’s fucking. And I thrust. Thrust hard inside her. Thrust deep inside her. I feel how wet she is and I love, love, LOVE seeing her ass jiggle as I’m fucking her. That CLAP, her MOAN, dat jiggle. I want more. My hand grasps her hair and pulls her back. “Fuck me,” I whisper.

She moans again, oh she’s a good, little slut. She starts to twerk her ass against my cock, and it takes all my life not to cum yet. She’s breathing hard, I can feel she’s about to cum. “Faster,” she says, “Fuck me harder!” she cries. After a brief pause, she begs, “Please baby? Make me cum again?” Such a good girl, how can I say no?

I pull out, lie down on her bed, and she mounts me. Fuck, fuck, fuck she feels good. She’s slow, deliberate, intense. She speeds her hips and I feel her cum, and my cock throbs as I feel her dripping on me. The bed is squeaking, our breaths are panting, and I tell her now—NOW.

I cum inside her. Her eyes shoot open, then shut tightly as she shivers in another orgasm. Then her eyes open again, and she quivers again. We embrace for a half hour. Our fingers discover each other’s skin, and hair. And she tells me I need to go now.

So soon? Yes, now. I scrabble my clothes and out the room I go. It smelled of sex, spice, cinnamon, and honey. It was only sex, I get it, but she was unforgettable.

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