Advantage by Surprise

You remove your hands from covering his eyes, a smile beams across his face, as he sees you have taken him up to your room. His soft brown eyes turn to yours and he looks at you deeply, intensely. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, a light note, still fresh from the evening.

Things began earlier that afternoon.

You checked into the hotel for a work thing the following day. Modern interior, plush furniture and a decent bar. He was further along the counter, talking to another receptionist, giving his name and looking for a table at the restaurant. You noticed his muscular build, dark hair and the way he stood with authority.

Normally you aren't the type to eat in the hotel restaurant, preferring the adventure of exploring whatever city you arrive in. Tonight you contemplate making an exception.

You head to your room, dump your bag down beside the bed, pick a few nice things out of it and lay them out. You move to the shower and start to freshen up, delicately forming a foam in your hands and dipping your nipples into it. They respond and tighten, rising up to meet the cool of the foam, against the warmth of the shower. Your thoughts turn back to him and you wash the foam from one hand, before slipping it between your thighs. Your eyes close automatically and your fingers begin to trace the outline of your clit. In your mind your hand is his. He is rubbing at you and desperate for you, begging, pleading for the chance to be inside of you. Just then you let your finger slide inside of you and then pull it out, flirting with yourself. You try this a few more times and feel the wetness inside of you.

Your other hand reaches up to your nipple and starts teasing, forefinger and thumb close and begin to tug it this way and that. Hard enough for you to feel a tingle inside, but not so hard as to be painful. The rest of your hand cups your breast and you sink your fingers into the flesh. Gently pulling at your tits, as if it were him.

Back to the hand between your legs, your pussy lips have swollen and now you are sliding your fingers up and down, deftly pulling your lips apart. You slip one finger inside and then back out to rub your clit, working it, as it begins to redden and flush.

In your mind, he is desperate, his hands grabbing at you, his cock plunging towards you as you deny him entrance, you are in control and loving it. He wants you so badly and it is within your grace to grant that pleasure, or deny it. You love to tease and make him wait.

On your clit, your mid-fingers are closed together, making small circles, pressing hard and moving fast. Your clit is swollen and the nerve endings are responding to your touch. You feel the hot water of the shower against your back, you hear the low moans coming from within you.

You lean forward, resting your head against the wall, lift one leg and place the sole of your foot against the shin of the other leg, exposing your pussy to the stream of water running over your shoulder and down your tummy. The heat hits your pussy and urges you onwards.

One hand still grabbing at your tits, with the other you slip two fingers inside of you and use the heel of your palm to rub at your fully engorged clit. The fingers inside of you curl and pull your palm harder against your clit. Rubbing faster, ferociously, you feel a tingle building inside of you, as your thigh begins to twitch.

In your mind, he is reaching the final stages, he is deep inside of you, happy to be alive, gleeful to be so close to you. You begin to swing your ass back in time with his thrusts making each one deeper.

The tingle inside of you spreads down your thighs and your legs feel numb, uncontrollable. Small waves at first, spreading to your pussy, then as you thrust with your fingers the waves build, becoming larger and more frequent. Rapidly increasing in speed and intensity, almost unable to stand, you push your fingers in again, curling them and pulling your palm hard down on your clit. Again and again, slapping harder at your clit until, "UuuuhhhhhhhhHHH" you cum and the warm sensation begins to spread to the rest of your body.

Your mind comes back and you regain your senses. The lighting is moody in the shower room, sleek and modern. The cubicle is huge, all glass. Soap dispensers are built into the tiled wall, and you once again lather up your hands, this time for more mundane purposes.

You dry off and pay attention to your hair. Looking in the mirror, you see that you have a certain healthy glow about your face. Would people in the bar notice? Surely not.

You slip into the clothes you had laid out previously. A white blouse, black skirt. Work wear, but classy and tailored to fit your slim figure. Make up and some accessories and you are out of the door, on your way back downstairs.

You head straight to the bar and order a gin and tonic from a gormless looking barman. It must be his first day, he doesn't know which gins he has in, and can't find slimline tonic. Whilst you are distracted, doing your best to guide eve gelen escort him to make you the perfect drink, Mr check-in turns up at the bar next to you. Finally you get your drink, and decide to stay at the bar whilst he places his order. Food and drink for two. You look around the room to see the empty seat where he was and a thin, prissy looking woman is sat waiting.

The bar-man struggles on, moving at snail's pace and unable to identify his red wines from one another. Mr check-in looks at you and your eyes meet. He rolls his eyes and nods towards the bar-man, indicating disdain. You open quietly, so as not to be overheard, "It took him ten minutes to make my G