(special thanks to u/writing_smut_is_fun for edit help)
I walked down from the hotel lobby into the crisp October night and down the steps to the bar. I slowly open the heavy door, and as I walk in, cigar and cigarette smoke pours out from the dark interior into the cool evening.
Inside, giving my eyes time to adjust, the dim lighting casts a yellow glow. Sultry music flows through my body as I make my way slowly to the bar. *Whiskey sour*, I tell the bartender as I sit in the only empty place at the bar, next to you. You take a long drag off your cigarette as your eyes wander up and down my body.
I take a slow sip of my drink, kissing the rim of the glass with my tongue as I feel your eyes drink me in, slowly undressing me under your stare. The smooth taste glides down my throat, the days worries vanish and I sigh with contentment, licking the taste of the whiskey off my bottom lip, knowing you are watching me.
With a deep throated chuckle, you mutter *damn girl* under your breath. I don’t know if you care whether I hear you or not. We say nothing to each other as we drink our drinks and listen to the band, letting the music wash over us with the rest of the crowd. As the minutes pass slowly, sexual tension permeates between us like a palpable energy in this smoke-filled room.
You motion the bartender over, *one whisky neat and one whiskey sour,* you tell him, barely looking away from me.
Our drinks come, you slide my drink over to me, I look at you and nod my thanks, taking a sip while watching you, smiling to myself. You haven’t touched your second drink but it seems like you’ve had enough. You stand and lean close to my ear- the sudden intimacy sparks a wetness in me—you ask if I would like to join you for a nightcap up in your room.
I nod, you throw some bills on the bar and motion for me to follow. I do.
I feel my pussy throb, as I follow this complete stranger out of the bar. *What am I thinking?!* fleets quickly through my mind, but does not linger. As if you can read my thoughts, you reach to grab my hand. Maybe it was a way to ensure I follow you? Either way, it worked. You take me into the side door for the hotel, and towards the elevator.
I know this is the same hotel where I am staying, but all my mind registers is the feeling of your fingers gently caressing my hand. The ding of the elevator snaps me partly back to reality, as we walk into the empty space. You smile, almost wickedly, as you pull me in for the first kiss, gently on my lips, waiting to see how I will respond to you.
You do not wait long, as I pull your head towards me, nibbling on your bottom lip before my mouth opens to your mouth. You match my desire with your own and we kiss passionately, almost desperately. Again, the ding of the elevator brings us back to earth, as the doors open on your floor. You take my hand and lead me to your room. Even without talking, the sexual tension is intense.
You open the door and pull me inside and up against the wall. Your mouth finds my mouth but only for a minute; instead your mouth starts to wander down my body. Your hands and mouth work together and separate, my senses getting lost as you taste and feel my body. You deftly pull my tits out of my dress, as your mouth slowly wanders down my neck. Your tongue swirls around my nipples, your hands have moved to my stomach, pulling up my dress. Your fingers caress my upper thighs and find the edge of my thigh high stockings. Your hands stop caressing me, as you lean back and spread apart my wrap dress, drinking in how my garter belt is holding up my stockings. I hear another *damn girl* breathlessly whispered.
You tell me to lift my arms, as you pull my dress up over my head in one quick motion. I now stand before you in just my black lace bra, thong, garter belt and my thigh-high stockings. Oh, and my black four-inch heels, which will definitely be renamed after tonight. Your eyes slowly drink me in, caressing every inch of my body. You tell me to turn around, I do as you ask and slowly turn. Your hands glide across my body and SLAP my ass hard. I don’t flinch much as a moan escapes my mouth. Stop, you say, and I do, my ass facing you. You lean into me and nibble on my shoulder, still caressing my ass. My body tenses in expectation of you slapping my ass again. But instead you chuckle, your tongue finding hidden spots on my neck and ears.
*Turn my little slut*, you whisper into my ear. I do as you say, and you stand there, your eyes once again drinking in my body. You haven’t touched me, but your eyes move slowly over my entire body, which tingles under your gaze. You lean in and cup my breast, bringing your hot breathe over my nipple before slowly licking it to erection. Your other hand moves toward my pussy, your fingers move aside my thong. I gasp a little, as your fingers work themselves between my lips. I see you smile at my wetness, your fingers running the length of my pussy. I moan and spread my legs slightly, desperate for more. You sense my lust, my dripping desire. Your mouth moves slowly– painfully slowly — down my body, as you kneel before me and move your mouth and tongue onto my pussy, my hands reach down to spread my lips for you.
You flatten your tongue and take your time running it up and down my pussy, tasting my juices. I hold your head in my hands, running my fingers through your hair, pulling you deeper into my pussy. Your tongue has finally found my clit, doing lazy circles around my swollen nub. I moan and fuck your face, you put two fingers inside my pussy and fuck me as your tongue quickens its pace. My moans turn to screams as your speed gets so intense.
*Cum for me*, you say into my pussy. The words have barely left your mouth before my body starts to spasm. You won’t stop playing with my super sensitive clit, *I want you to cum twice, my little slut*, I think I hear you say, as my body shakes and quivers into your mouth and your fingers pull another orgasm out of me. You half hold me up, and although your tongue has released my clit, you are still lapping up my juices.
*Good girl*, you murmur into my pussy, coming up for a kiss, *I’m not done with you yet,* you whisper, kissing me passionately.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gp9vlt/untitled_mf