Tag: Fantasy

[It looks like there was some positive feedback on my last story, so here’s the continuation. If it looks like this one is as enjoyable as the first then I’ll make a follow up to this as well. Just let me know. For anyone new to the story, this story doesn’t require looking back, but if you’re curious:https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh5o7p/getting_laid_off_isnt_always_so_bad_m32f33/]
I stop at the door. Looking through the front window of a little cocktail bar in the lobby of our hotel I see Tara sitting alone in a tight fitted black silk cocktail dress. She really knows what to wear. I picked this hotel because I knew Tara always loved cocktail bars. Getting dressed up all fancy. Getting to feel classy. It made feeling naughty later on in the night all that much more exotic. I don’t disagree, but this was always one of her little fantasies. She always had good ones.
I walk in and cross the room to the bar. Sitting in the seat next to her I introduce myself. She acts polite, but uninterested. Like something else is on her mind.
“I couldn’t help but notice you look a little troubled.”
She barely turns her head my way. “Sorry, it’s just been a rough day.” I could tell by the empty drink glasses in front of her. She must have been thirsty.
“Oh? I’m sorry to hear. Trouble at work?” Tara would appreciate the double-entendre seeing as how we actually did have some trouble at work earlier today.
“Among other things.”
“Oh.. boy troubles?” She looks over at me. I struck gold.
“He let me go today. Over the phone. Didn’t even have the decency to say it to me in person. I guess I’m just not worth the hassle.”
I see where she’s going. Tara liked the idea of having a rebound guy. Someone to take over after a heart break. To put the piece back together, usually in the form of wild sex. The type to let loose. I’m not sure if maybe she’s always liked the idea of being that lonely girl at the bar. The one you see in movies that the main character walks up to and tries to seduce. She liked to be seduced. Something about the catch that gave her a thrill. In this case, she was making it a little easier on me. She was the heart-broken girl. Willing to bat an eye at any guy who would pay her with a compliment.
I knew she wanted me to butter her up. Not just with cheesy one liners and half-hearted poetry. She wanted me to be smooth. Tell her she’s the finest girl at the bar without saying it directly. I ended with how seeing her in that window was what pulled me in off the street. I knew what she wanted to hear. Maybe some of it was the truth.
The flirting continues at the bar and as the night goes on we begin to make it more and more obvious that we’d want to take this elsewhere. Since this was a hotel, no better place then to one of the rooms upstairs.
We step alone onto the elevator and punch the 25th floor. As soon as the doors close I push Tara up against the wall. Her hands dart behind my head and pull me in for a kiss. My lips locking against hers. I slide my hand between her legs and her back arches. She’s always had a wild fantasy of a passionate scene in the elevator. It the idea of only have a few moments of time to act out your wildest wishes. Kissing, touching, playing all confined in a window from when the door opens and when the door closes. And while you might pick the floor you never know if the time will stop before you reach it. Anyone could be calling this elevator. I can tell she was enjoying this moment a lot more than I was expecting. Her moaning built as the floor numbers ticked up and she was already in a deep passionate moan when we could feel the elevator start to slow down.
I couldn’t missing this opportunity. I kept my hands buried into her panties. Like a game of chicken. Would she stop me before the doors open, or will I be too scared to keep my hand there? Both of us knowing that anyone could be standing on the other side of those doors. How else can you make someone’s heart race faster when you’re already teasing them to the moon. The excitement was driving us both wild. And then, “Ding.” The doors slide open and I turn to look. It’s empty. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately.
She holds me tighter as we walk down the hall. I can tell she’s loving every second of this. When we get to our room and open the door she hurries inside. She can’t believe this is happening. An actual night alone in a hotel room. What happens here, stays here. We’ll just leave an extra tip for the staff.
I enter the room and stare at the bed. This thing will be what hold us for a night of wild sex. I can already envision all of the fantasies we could play out. Like a kid in the candy store. I don’t know which one I want the most. I start running through a list in my mind, but her voice breaks my daydream.
“Oh, but first I need to shower.”
I pause. “Hmm. I guess we could use it.” I think as I remember we did just spend a whole day in the office. Most of it in an intense one-on-one exit and enter and exit interview. It wouldn’t hurt to freshen up. I guess I can go candy shopping a little later. My internal monolog is jolted when you yank my arm pulling me towards the bathroom.
“No. I mean, I REALLY need a shower right now because some a-hole played chicken with an elevator door. And now THEY’RE going to help me scratch an itch.”
I smile. “Wupps.”
It was a plus that this bathroom was equipped with both a soaking tub and a big standing shower. I might suggest when spend several years teasing yourself with a girl, you splurge a little on the scenery. She’s already naked and the water in the shower is steaming up. I barely have time to take off my socks before she pulls me underneath the water. I can feel the warmth of the water down my back being met with her wet body against my front. The experience is new and it excites even me. Seeing her hair get wet against her body. Like a sexy shampoo commercial, this girl could make any activity hot.
I realize that with water dripping over her body and the desire in her eyes, I wasn’t going to have any problem scratching her itch. We test the strength of the shower walls as I press her up against them, using it as extra thrust as I reach further into her. In search of her itch. I find a spot that makes her gasp. I know I found my rhythm. Each thrust slowly changes Tara’s face from wild passion looking for desire to a woman who is focusing on every inch of sensation filling her body.
I knew this was working. Tara struggled to keep in character and soon that wasn’t even possible. Her quivering and moaning showing that she had fully lost control of her roleplay. We’re no longer playing a scene. Instead it’s the two of us. Two people who spent years building a passion for each other that now are realizing it’s more enjoyable then the original fantasies they created. Remembering how much we’ve really wanted this and how long we had to wait for it. Knowing it was worth it. I tried to keep the roleplay going myself, but the look of pure emotion on her face let me know that she was already too far into her head. Welcoming every jolt of excitement she felt in her body.
Unfortunately the whirlwind of warm water and wet bodies had to end when I had to hold her tight to me as she tries desperately to recover from her third orgasm. I can tell at this point any wild escapades will have to happen in the horizontal position. We finish showering off and decide to move into the bedroom. At least the king size bed gives a lot of horizontal space to work with.