In little over a few hours I would find myself regretting my actions, overcome by a hot flush of shame at my own needs and wants, but in this minute I was no more in control of myself than I was of the vibrator inside me that started this whole mess. I could barely even remember the man’s name but I didn’t have to did I. He was interested and certainly showed no want in moving to a more private setting and that was good enough for me!
I turned from the door to look at Owen, properly look this time. He was a fairly slender man, his three piece sloping down his shoulders and hugging his frame particularly well, even his stubble did something to add to this air about him that I couldn’t quite place. Either way, it was a far cry from the mild mannered man I’d first taken him for.
“Strip.” Were the first words that came out of his mouth, quicker than even me begging to know what he wanted to do to me.