Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereI don’t know your name or where you’re from,
But I’ve been watching you all night long.
You work the room with ease and charm,
And all the women seem to be drawn.
You’re confident and assured, a smooth operator,
Practiced and intelligent, in your own skin at ease.
As I watch you, my mind starts to wander,
Imagining what it would be like to please.
I wonder what your lips would feel like on my neck,
Or if you’re as confident in the bedroom as you are here.
I bet you trim your pubic hair, neat and tidy,
And wonder if you’re cut or uncut, my mind unclear.
As the evening goes on, I check my phone,
Messages from my husband, checking in on me.
But then you approach me, standing right in front of me,
My mouth drops open, I can hardly believe what I see.
"Hello" you say, and I reply accordingly
There is a pause, longer than one would leave normally
I feel like you are looking right into my mind, my thinking
and all of a sudden I realise that I am blushing
“I see you still have some of your drink left.”
“Ummm indeed.” I reply as I swirl the glass
“Well, when you are done, with your phone, and your wine,
then maybe you would like to join me in room 579”
I am fairly sure my mouth drops open.
utterly stunned by ur arrogance, ur confidence,
ur absolute assurance for what you have just said,
suggesting it is a casual offer to be made.
But before I can respond, you smile and walk away,
Leaving me feeling conspicuous and out of place.
feeling conspicuous in the room, as if some one heard
your bold offer, my failure to respond, its all so absurd
a hot blush rising to my cheeks, i can feel
and I walked out of the hall, taping my heels.
In the lift, I text husband, going to bed now
as I have another long day tomorrow.
The elevator opens on the third floor. My floor.
But I stand there for a moment, not so sure.
I switch off my phone and slide it in my pocket.
my heart is beating as fast a rocket.
The elevator doors close, I take a deep breath
I know the risk I am taking is not worth it.
But press the button on the panel that says 5.
There is no U-turn now, no matter what thrive.