Sharing a hotel room with Michelle – First impressions. [F/F]

Edited to be shorter — first encounter with Michelle — occurs prior to my previous story — feedback is encouraged as this is part 1 of 2, with 2 being much longer and intimate.

What can I say about Michelle?

She ignites the conversation and is aloof, relaxed. Zero fucks given is the best way I can describe her, she doesn’t get shy or question herself except when it comes to photos which makes no sense to me as she has the warmest smile and kindest face. She’s ex-military and now works as a ranger at one of Australia’s national parks. She has long silver dyed hair with the side shaved, she works hard on her body, has an eyebrow piercing and a lot of partial tattoos left over from a time she went too hard in life.

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Michele was lying in the back seat with the windows down, feet out and music blaring.

“Shell-eeeee” I yelled out.

“shell-eeee” she replied, this has been our greeting since she got drunk one night and spent the entire time cheering herself on.

She barely moved from her spot in the back seat, kicking the door open and sitting up slightly, arms out for a hug. I really was trying my best at being more confident, so I dived in headfirst with no thought. physical friendships aren’t my speciality, but I was determined to try. I knocked her back into lying down, one of her legs between mine, resting my head on her soft chest, arms awkwardly by my sides as she wrapped me in her arms.

“Shelleee” I muffled into her chest, comforted by its ampleness.

“Shellee” she replied again. Shell raised her knee, and looked smugly at me as her thigh rubbed against my underwear. I bolted up, still stuck half straddling her as she grabbed my hips to stop me diving out of the car.

“Let me get a good look at you” she smiled, looking me up and down, enjoying my awkwardness as she started bouncing her leg. I don’t know if this was intentional to mess with me or she hadn’t noticed the wetness from my mind wandering as I walked to the car.

I drank her in, this being the first time we’d met in person, so toned, tanned, happy. She was wearing a grey tank top to match her dyed hair and short black jean shorts. I pushed her hands off me and held them down.

“You gotta work on those arms, girl” I laughed as I stumbled out of the car, the gym was something we both had in common.

“I let you win” she huffed

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We had a short amount of time to get ready.
Michelle was instantly dropping the eclectic items she had gathered from around the room, leaving a mess in her wake, she was a hurricane of a person. She slipped out of her shorts and singlet and stared in the mirror. She seemed so confident in her body, and she had every right to be. I was unzipping my suitcase and paused mid unpacking to stare at her.

“180 kilos on the leg press 3 days a week, squats on days off” she bragged, slapping her thigh and looking at her butt in the mirror. She’d caught me staring up at her from my suitcase, I looked down again, my cheeks red.

“I’m only at 100kgs with legs” we’d had so many gym conversations over the last year as it was new to me and natural to her, but I didn’t expect her physique to be so intimidating. She never posted photos of herself wearing anything other than her work uniform ; brown button down shirts and baggy pants. Michelle was as tall as the boys, at least 6 ft, she was almost what you’d expect to see on an advertisement for Australia, I’m surprised she hadn’t modelled. She radiated a happy, casual and healthy lifestyle.

Seeing her in white boy shorts and a sports bra, seeing so many tattoos across her body, my mind raced a thousand miles, I couldn’t tell if I wanted to be her or be in her.

I focused on my suitcase, everyone else was normal, I felt a moment of anxiety about how I dressed, my dyed hair and piercings and now of course staying in the same room as a Amazonian goddess I was suddenly very self-conscious. I pulled out the most normal dress I had packed. It wasn’t sexy, it was cute. everything normal-ish I had packed was nerdy and cute. I cursed myself but I didn’t want to be over dressed at a casual dinner. How could I pack so much and still have this issue, I don’t think about this stuff at home, for some reason hanging out with these friends for the first time, I wanted to make a good impression.

“Soooo many clothes” Michelle leaned into my suitcase “so many” she repeated.

“I just get nervous sometimes” I said “and having choice helps, I don’t know.” I tried to blow it off.

“Seems like it makes it more stressful” she commented as she held up one of the harnesses I packed and tried to understand what it was.

I walked to the other side of the room carrying my dress, I’d never been comfortable changing in front of someone, but I have this need to attempt to fit in and mimic behaviour, albeit badly, so I quickly undressed facing the corner of the room.

“I guess I just don’t feel comfortable in my body sometimes and being able to wear the right outfits, with the right tailoring makes me feel ok with it.” I rambled trying to justify the sheer volume my suitcase contained “If I looked like you, Shell, I’m sure I wouldn’t care as much”

“Ugh, don’t give me that” she said in an exhausted voice.

She was much closer to me than I thought, she was right behind me and I was standing there in dinosaur print underpants and a black bra. I’d planned on comfy plane ride clothes, not showing someone. I grabbed my dress and quickly went to shuffle into it, but she snatched my arm, dragging me across the room to the full-length mirror she had been admiring herself in moments before.

“Look at you and look at me” she acknowledged “I cant even wear a dress like this, she said holding my dress to her body, I’m too tall, we all see faults in ourselves .” She stood behind me and placed her chin on top of my head, looking into my eyes and down my body through the mirror. “your small, look at this waist and these hips, so much shape, so many curves” she moved her hands down my waist and landed on my hips, her hands felt so incredibly soft against my skin.

“Are you ok with me touching you?” She confirmed, I nodded because screaming ‘fuck yes’ seemed uncouth. I wasn’t comfortable staring at my body, but her touch was thrilling and full of adoration. I watched her hands and her eyes as she explored and complimented my skin. I slowly felt something I hadn’t felt about myself in a long time, confidence. Her hands slid up to my chest as she grasped my breasts.

“Perfectly sized, an exact handful” she squeezed a little and I instinctually moaned, suddenly turning bright red, why did I do that?
Her face lit up with a cheeky grin.
“I wish you could see what I see” she sighed as she slid one hand under my bra and gently pinched my nipple, as her other hand slid down across my stomach and over my panties her fingers tapping delicately. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was so caught up in myself and so suddenly lost in the moment, staring into her eyes through the mirror as she controlled my body with such ease and confidence. I was so slick and wet and I hadn’t even noticed it happening.

She finally broke her hungry gaze in the mirror as she began to kiss down my neck. Both her hands went to work, the fingers tapping turned to rubbing and then slid inside my panties, I was losing my composure and ability to stand, slowly she nestled her fingers further.

“You know this is good” she whispered between kisses “all of this”
She pulled me back towards the bed. She sat down and pulled me backwards onto her lap. sliding her hands between my thighs. Looking at me through the mirror again she widened my legs and pulled my panties to the side, I closed my eyes and leant back into her as her fingers circled my clit, she slipped two fingers deep inside me.
“Your body is irresistible” she whispered as I whimpered under her spell “ever since I saw you at the airport, ever since I felt your wetness against my thigh in the car, all I’ve thought about is making you wet just for me.” she thrusted her fingers in deeper, slowly in and out, massaging my clit faster and faster with her other hand. I was so caught off guard, the sensation, the skill, I was moments away from orgasm, I didn’t realise how much I was panting till I let out a moan.

“Open your eyes Cat, see what I see, please” I followed her instructions and wasn’t sure I recognised myself, consumed by her grasp, and drunk on her words. I saw what she saw, my own trembling breasts, my dripping pussy being fingered by a goddess, my body moving to meet her pace without even noticing.

“You’re a powerful, beautiful, insanely fucking hot woman, own the orgasm I’m begging to give you, own it and cum for me Cat” She rubbed my clit harder, her fingers sliding in deeper, “Please, come for me” as if on cue I felt my body tense, I couldn’t take anymore, I came hard, pulsing on her fingers, gripping her arms and locking eye contact with her through the mirror. I relaxed into her arms as she smiled down at me, moving my panties back over and enveloping my body in a hug.
My head had been in the gutter for days thinking of Henry, I was pleasantly surprised and in awe of the fact it was Michelle who got to me first, not surprised at all that it only took me minutes to cum.
I stood there shocked, overwhelmed, satisfied. This was Michelle, my confident, relaxed, silly friend, my friend who was engaged, my friend who was engaged to a man? Was that real? Yeah, it was real. what in the actual … get dressed, ok, get dressed.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qd83cs/sharing_a_hotel_room_with_michelle_first