A chance encounter (18+) part four…

Louise reaches her arms out and gently tugs my briefs down, exposing my hard cock to them both.
I gasp a little.
Louise raises her eyebrow.
Louise and Tom then exchange an unreadable glance, I am wondering what the next move is.
Tom unexpectedly put his hands on Louise’s face and embraces her, kissing her passionately.
I can feel the want and longing in that kiss…my cock is aching.

I am rooted to the spot, feeling completely exposed, deeply nervous but incredibly turned on.
I watch as the lustful couple in front of me kiss passionately, treating me to a live exhibition of sexual theatre. A real life sex show.
I can’t help but stare as their tongues entwine, faces pressing against each other, hands running over each other’s bodies. Tom’s formidable cock at full readiness – I cannot think about how many times that throbbing tool has defiled this gorgeous woman before me.
I desperately want to bring my hand down and around the head of my own slim cock, but I know far better in this scenario than to act without direction.

A chance encounter…(18+) part three

Tom reaches into his pocket, produces 2 keycards, he slides one across the table towards me. ‘’Room 182’’, he says.

In one swift moment, Louise finishes her drink and they both stand to leave.

Her eyes meet mine as she inches past me to leave, her body so close to mine and her intoxicating aroma flooding my senses….

Before I know it both of them are gone, the only signs they were really here are the key card, the empty glasses and the smell of her perfume….

I turn the key card over and over in your hands…

Turning the keycard over and over, I struggle to accept the reality of the situation.

Does this stunning couple really want me? Why me? What do they plan to do with me?

I am filled with deep regret for all those sexual encounters I never had and opportunities I never took. I wish I had rid myself of this cursed virginity long ago – maybe I would have been able to be the confident man I painfully wished to be in this moment.

A chance encounter (18+) part two…

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w144h3/a_chance_encounter_18_part_one/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

Seeing her with another man makes me curious. A million thoughts and questions race through my mind.

This must be her husband? Why does she want me to buy her a drink if she’s married? Is he… okay with this? Does he want me to bring her a drink? Are they enjoying this?

I grab a fresh drink from the bar and walk cautiously over to the table when they are now both sitting together. He is a handsome man. Imposing. He clearly has her absolute devotion and control.

“Hey, erm, this is for you haha”, I stumble nervously, as I lay the glass down on the table.

She reaches for the glass, our fingers brushing ever so slightly, I jump a little and she looks equally as bemused.

She pats the seat next to her, the man next to her nods as she does this, I accept the invitation and place her drink down. I am wondering what I’ve let yourself in for as I shake a little with anticipation.

She introduces herself as Louise, I am watching her mouth as she says this…fixated…

A chance encounter (18+) Part one…

‘Okay, what to do now?’ I think to myself as I finish packing away the last items of my suitcase into the hotel room wardrobe.
It’s another long flight out for the US office, but at least they’ve given me the courtesy of an overnight stay before the 10am flight to Houston.
After flicking through endless reality shows on the telly, I sigh and decide to button up my shirt and make my way down for a drink at the ground floor bar. Better to have some kind of fun while I’m here…
I walk down to the bar and scope it out. It’s late but the room is humming with activity with travellers coming and going through the lobby.
I ask for a Coke from the bartender, but decide I’ll add a shot of rum to it. ‘What the hell’, I wonder. ‘Why not enjoy myself before the busy week ahead?’
I take the glass in my hand and sip. It’s stronger than I expect. My mates always say I am a lightweight and I’m glad they’re not around to prove me right. As I sit nursing the drink in front of me, part of me wishes that some of them were here, just so I could have someone to talk with…