I felt awesome. Last summer I had just signed on a new client over a long lunch and was feeling powerful. I also got an email back from Jay, the biz dev guy I’d met the week before at a conference. He had spoken with his company’s leadership who were interested, and his boss was eager to meet me. They wanted a meeting the next morning to discuss my company’s consulting services. It was the combination of those two things that had me walking into the hotel bar at 3pm that Wednesday.
I hadn’t researched Jay’s company yet, but quickly found that their office was on the way home from my new client. I decided to drive by it in order to scout where I needed to be the next day. I was feeling happy and decided to stop into the Hyatt hotel bar across the street from their office for a celebratory drink. I parked and, grabbing my purse, I got out of the car and walked through the lobby to the bar.
As expected, I drew stares immediately. A little about me. I’m tall, as tall as many guys. I bust my ass at the gym and my body is in great shape, slim and athletic. People tell me I look like a model, but I brush it off as lip service because they’ve been caught staring. On this day however, I was dressed to impress – both others and myself. I wore a black wrap dress that came to my knees, high heels which made me even more noticeable, and under it all barely-there lacy black panties and bra, and a strappy garter belt with thigh highs. When I say I felt awesome, I mean I felt awesome!
I scanned the place and saw a handful of people. Some of the conversation tables were taken, but the 3-sided bar had only a few guys at it. I picked my spot, at the end of the long side of the bar, facing the bottles. As usual, I sat next to the corner where the bar bent and placed my purse on the chair next to me. I do this so as not to invite people to sit next to me. I just wanted to come in, relax, enjoy a drink and go home. I ordered a vodka tonic and started checking my work email on my phone.
Soon enough though, a man was standing next to me at the corner of the bar where there wasn’t a chair. He signaled the bartender for a refill and started to chat me up. I looked up from my phone to give this talker a polite smile and a brush off. As I did, I noticed another man sitting at the end of the bar diagonal from me. He was against the wall drinking something that looked dark and strong, and he was staring at me.
My chatty suitor wasn’t getting the hint. He asked if he could join me, gesturing to the chair with my purse on it. I told him I was expecting my friend who was running a little bit late and I wished him a good day. As he left, I noticed the man at the end of the bar smirking as he looked down and swirled his drink. I stared a moment longer but he didn’t make eye contact again. It gave me a chance to study him. He was very attractive, about my age, well dressed, and clearly comfortable being there. I assumed he must be a frequent hotel guest.
I went back to reading my email and enjoying my drink, every so often trying to sneak a glance at the man at the end of the bar. I never saw him look at me again. He seemed busy with his phone and drink, just like me. Another email came in from Jay around 3:15pm and I replied to confirm the 9:30am time and location for the next morning. Jay mentioned he was confirming on his side that his boss was going to be available and would reply back later letting me know.
About 10 minutes later, another guy came up to me at the bar and made chit chat as he ordered a drink. I glanced over at the man at the end of the bar to find him staring again. I blushed. I politely turned down the talker with the excuse again of my friend being on her way and about to walk in the door. When I looked over at the man, he was saying something to the bartender then he got up and walked away. I can’t explain why but I felt a little disappointed.
It was a little past 3:30pm when I finished my drink and was starting to wrap up when I felt a body standing next to me and saw a hand on the chair next to mine. It was the man at the end of the bar.
“Can I join you?” he asked.
“I’m waiting for my…” I started.
“Bullshit,” he said. “You’re not expecting anybody. It’s a clever trick to keep guys away though.”
“How do you know that?” I asked him.
“Easy,” he replied. “You’re not doing much typing like you would messaging a friend who’s late. And you never looked back toward the door. She’s more than 15 minutes late and you didn’t order another drink or tell the bartender you were waiting for someone.”
I was shocked how observant and smart he was. And, without thinking or speaking, I simply moved my purse and he sat down. The bartender came over and the man ordered us another round of drinks.
“I’m Chase,” he said simply. “And you are…?”
“I’m Alex,” I responded.
And we began talking, our bodies turned more toward each other than the bar. He was great at making eye contact. He smelled good. But my instincts were warning me that there was something rough, something dangerous about him. Not that I would physically be in danger, but more likely that if I gave up an inch of control, he would take a mile. We talked in general terms about work, but we never got into specifics. It was a very pleasant conversation. By the end I felt tingly in my head from the vodka and in my belly from attraction.
As I finished my drink and saw it was nearly 4pm, I started to try to wrap up the conversation. Chase put his foot on the rung of my chair, effectively trapping my legs inside toward the bar. Then he reached out and grabbed my wrist. I was shocked and mesmerized as he brought my palm to his mouth and kissed it. Without breaking eye contact, he placed his other hand on my knee and started sliding it up under my skirt.
“Tell me to stop, Alex,” he said.
Of course I didn’t. He kept my palm against his lips as his fingers continued slowly up and up, over the top of my stockings to bare flesh, pausing for just a moment before brushing up against my clit through my panties. I sucked in a breath. It felt so good but this was happening in the middle of a bar and I didn’t know what to do.
Chase raised an eyebrow at me then slipped his fingers under my panties and into my wet pussy. Without thinking I spread my legs to give him better access. I caught myself moaning then started to freak out. I tried to pull my hand back and close my legs. Chase smiled, withdrew his fingers from under my skirt then placed them on his tongue and started to suck my arousal off them as I stared.
“Come upstairs with me,” he said.
“I shouldn’t…” I started, but he cut me off.
“Fuck shouldn’t. Come.” He practically ordered me.
I knew I’d read him right, that there was something dangerous there. But instead of trying to leave, I just nodded. Chase signaled the bartender, flashing his room key, and picked up the tab. I quickly sent a note to my girlfriends that I would miss spin class that evening.
We headed upstairs to his room and I excused myself into the bathroom to freshen up. I stared in the mirror and tried not to judge myself for this. When I opened the door, I saw Chase leaning against the wall watching me. I stepped out and he stepped forward, grasping my face in both hands. He then kissed me hard and deep and I felt my head spin. He tasted so good, so sexy, I just knew we were going to have fun.
He spun me around and backed me up against the wall in the spot he’d just vacated. As we kissed, he untied my dress and pushed it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground where he kicked it to the side. I swear he kissed every inch of my neck, my chest, and my belly as he worked his way down between my legs. Pushing my feet apart, he slid my panties to the side and dived into my pussy. I threw my head back against the wall hard enough to make a thud noise. Chase paused for a moment to see if I was OK then chuckled and continued. It was some of the best pussy love I’ve ever gotten. I slid my fingers into his hair and began gyrating against his mouth. Soon I was cumming hard. Luckily Chase caught me as my legs gave out.
He picked me up and carried me over to drop me on the bed. I noticed that none of his stuff seemed to be in the room which I thought was a little weird, but I didn’t think more about it at the time because as I sat up at the end of the bed, I came face to face with a nice hard-on inside his trousers as he stood in front of me. I quickly took off his belt and pants as he removed his shirt, then I carefully lifted the waistband of his briefs up over his hard cock to push them down his legs. I sat on the edge of the bed and slid my legs between his as I lowered my mouth onto his cock. I opened really wide and got him almost all the way to the back of my throat before closing my lips around him. I heard him groan and say my name as one of his hands clasped the back of my head, guiding me in a rhythm up and down his cock.
I felt him reach down and unhook my bra. He played with my breasts, stroking and tweaking my nipples as I sucked him. I cupped one hand under his balls and put the other on his ass to pull his hips forward and send his cock into my mouth over and over again, sucking him like a Popsicle on a hot summer day. Soon he stepped back and said he didn’t want to cum yet. He told me to flip over onto my hands and knees, ass in the air and my heels hanging off the end of the bed.
He slid my panties to the side and I felt his fingers go to work again, sliding up and down my slit. He’d dip them into my pussy then circle my clit. It was driving me crazy and I tried to fuck his hand. But every time I did, he’d move it away.
“Patience, Alex. All in good time, ” he said.
Then he pulled my panties down as far as he could while I still had on my garter and stockings. I felt the air on my wet pussy then I felt his mouth on me again. He sucked and licked me from behind, using his tongue and fingers as I rocked back against his mouth. I told him I was getting close and he pulled back to put on a condom.
I felt one of Chase’s hands slide up my back to my shoulder as he used the other to guide his cock to my pussy and just barely put the head in. I was begging him to fuck me but he shushed me instead. My body was trembling as he slid his other hand up my back. I thought he would put it on my other shoulder but instead he snaked it forward to my throat. He squeezed lightly and I sucked in a breath. Then in an instant he slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt. It was shocking and fantastic at the same time.
He started to pound me relentlessly, tightening and loosening his hold on my neck. I loved it! As his movements got smaller and tighter, he moved his hand off my shoulder down between my legs to my clit, stroking me up to a climax. We came in a chorus of choked “oh fuck!” noises. I shattered against him as he pressed into me, cumming hard. I continued to shake for another minute before he pulled out to take the condom to the bathroom trash.
I collapsed onto the bed, my cum and our sweat coating my pussy and thighs. I didn’t care that my panties were unceremoniously down around the tops of my stockings or that my heels were still on.
Chase came back and laid down. He pulled my head onto his chest as we both caught our breath, lost in our own thoughts. I looked at the clock and realized it was a little after 8pm. Time flies when you’re having a good fuck. I raised my head, scooted up and kissed Chase sweetly on the mouth, telling him I needed to go.
“You could stay a while longer,” he said.
I smiled and turned him down. He was a great lay but I was starting to doubt my judgment. I stood up, pulled up my very wet panties, put my bra back on and started getting back into my dress. Chase just laid there watching me. When I was done, I walked back over to the bed to kiss him goodbye. As he’d done downstairs at the bar, he caught my wrist and kissed my palm, sending tingles through my body. He said he really enjoyed fucking me and asked when I would be back this way so we could do it again.
I smiled and broke the news that this was a one time deal. He smirked and asked me to put his number into my phone so I could call him if I ever found myself back by the hotel. With a laugh I did, calling the contact “Fucking Chase” at his request. I stood up and through the window I could see the office building and my car, still safely there, across the street. I said goodbye and let myself out of Chase’s room.
In the elevator I started checking my phone. Just then an email came in from Jay saying his boss was going to join us too. I scrolled down the email and stopped dead in my tracks.
In the thread, a person named Chase confirmed to Jay that he would attend. I guess they used the same mail platform because I saw Chase’s picture on his contact record, just like I could see Jay’s and my own. It was the same Chase I had just fucked.
Distracted, I stepped outside and under a street lamp to piece together the timing. Chase had replied to Jay just before 3:30pm when he had stepped away from the bar. For a moment I hoped it was a coincidence, that he didn’t realize who I was. I stared up into the street light. My heart was pounding and I had trouble catching my breath. Just then a text came into my phone.
“See you tomorrow, Alex :)” it said, from Fucking Chase.
(P.S. I won the deal and closed a contract with them :-))
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gxjgqx/fbody_and_mind_fucked_by_a_mstranger_i_met_in_a
No celebration after closing the contract?
Brilliant twist!