(My stories always include a little bit of real life and a little bit of fantasy. Enjoy. Xo)
Gwen was still licking her wounds from a night on the town the night before. She was stretched out on the couch with all the curtains drawn to make a dark little dungeon. She was deep in the story of Charles Manson when she was started by her phone.
*Who’s this?*
She didn’t recognize the number but did see that she had texted this person at 2:13am early this morning.
*This is Gwen. Who’s this?*
Great. Another piece of the mystery to solve from last night.
*This is Drew. How did you get my number?*
As hard as she tried, she couldn’t remember.
*I’m not too sure, Sir. Can you send a pic to jog my memory? I was out on the town last night and it’s a little foggy.*
Her phone dinged with the photo being sent. Hmm, she still didn’t remember him, but he was cute.
*I’m ashamed to say that I don’t remember you, but glad I got your number. Are you from my town?*
Gwen hadn’t talked to someone new in a while. This could be fun. They ended up texting for a while about silly superficial things. She eventually fell asleep and woke up hours later. She would have slept a lot longer except her phone kept going off. It was Drew wanting to get together.
*Hey… I’m in town tonight and then leaving tomorrow. If you’re free I’d love to get together for a drink, or something.*
She debated it for a few minutes before responding. Maybe something casual wouldn’t hurt. They decided to meet downtown by the outdoor stage. She spotted him and slowly the events from the night before started coming back to her.
…………kissing, hairpulling, she was pushed against the ally wall in passion, he pressed his knee to her groin, she lifted her leg so she could feel his knee on her, his hands on her ass pulling her into him………..
She started blushing now, seeing him face to face. He waved and jogged over with his arms open. They grabbed hands and headed towards a pub. There were butterflies in her stomach and her pussy.
A few drinks in and they were very comfortable with one another. Their legs were rubbing each other’s, and hands were exploring under the table. The next time the waitress came around, Drew asked for the Bill. He wasn’t going to let Gwen forget this night.
The uber dropped them off at the hotel Drew was staying at and they were already swimming in the pool. It was empty except for them. Drew made a wager to make things interesting… whoever lost the race from the shallow end to the deep end would have to strip. “Ready, set, GO”, he yelled and neither of them moved. Gwen giggled nervously and wiggled her eyebrows. “You first”, she said. Seconds later his swimming trunks were thrown to the side and hers followed quickly. They moved to the hot tub to warm up and used it as an excuse to be closer. Gwen’s tits floated with the bubbles going and Drew wasn’t complaining. Her feet were working their way up his inner thighs, driving him crazy with anticipation. “Do you want to watch me cum?”, Gwen asked him. He nodded and she moved herself on top of one of the jets. He positioned himself in front of her so she could kiss and feel her body while she pleasured herself. It didn’t take long and she was shuddering. He whispered in her ear that they should go upstairs for some privacy. A long elevator ride later and they were alone.
He pulled down her robe to expose just her shoulders… “Now, where were we?” he whispered before gently kissing her neck and shoulder. She gasped with anticipation.
(To be continued…)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dw4pg8/a_night_to_remember_or_not_mf_hottub_stranger_sex