Bedfellows

"I'm sorry, Miss," the receptionist said. "But there's really nothing I can do."

"But we did make a reservation for two single rooms," I protested.

"So you told me. But I don't see that reservation anywhere. All I know is that I have a double room available for you."

"And you're telling us," Steve said, trying to control his anger, "that you can't change that reservation now?"

"I would if I could," the receptionist said, exasperated. "But we're fully booked. There's a conference in town, you know."

"Yes, I know," Steve snapped. "That's why we're here."

"We'll take the room," I sighed. "We'll work something out."

The receptionist handed us the key and Steve took it.

"I'm really very sorry," the receptionist said.

"Yes, I think you mentioned that," Steve said.

We rolled our suitcases to the elevator and got in. Steve pushed the button for the fifth floor.

"I don't know," Steve said. "Of course, it's possible that my secretary made a mistake. But she never did before."

"We'll be okay," I said. "Don't worry."

We got out on the fifth floor and rolled our suitcases to the room.

I'd been working with Steve for five years, and we had always had some kind of harmless flirt going. We were attracted to each other, but he had been married the whole time, and I didn't want to cause any trouble. So at every office party we'd drink and laugh and dance - and then leave it at that.

Steve unlocked the door and opened it.

"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed.

We'd probably both been hoping for a double bed that could somehow be separated into two parts. But this one was a real king size double bed. And due to the size of the room, there was no couch, no folding bed, nothing.

"Well," I said. "Um..."

"This won't do," Steve said.

"Look," I said. "This is all we can get. The hotel is full. Of course we could run around town looking for another hotel. But how much do you wanna bet they're fully booked, too? And it's late, and we have to get up early tomorrow. We're adults. We can work it out. Right?"

Steve closed the door behind him and sighed.

"You're right," he said. "Of course we can. Nothing we can do about it now, anyway."

I sat down on the bed and looked at him. He actually is quite handsome in a classic way. You know, the broad-shouldered, dark-haired, square-jawed type.

When word got around that we were going to the conference together, there had been some giggling among the girls in the company. They all had the hots for Steve, anyway - and of course they were joking that we wouldn't be able to keep our hands off each other for a whole weekend. I wonder what they'd said if they'd seen that bed.

Smiling nervously, Steve turned towards the mini-bar.

"Care for a drink?" he asked. "God knows I could do with one."

"Oh, yes please," I said. "Any white wine?"

He opened the door and looked.

"It's your lucky day," he said and produced a small bottle of white wine and a miniature bottle of whiskey for himself.

He sat down in an armchair across from me, and we poured our drinks into plastic glasses, Steve adding an ice cube from the freezer. We sipped quietly for a while. The white wine was pretty awful, but a pinch of alcohol helped to relieve the mood.

We chatted casually for a while, until Steve finally brought up the big question:

"So, where do you sleep? Pick a side."

"Um, left," I said.

"Left it is," he replied, finishing his drink. "Ready to call it a day?"

I nodded.

"Okay," Steve said, standing up. "I suggest the following: I go to the bathroom first. Then, when I come out, you go, while I get ready for bed."

"And when I come out?" I asked.

He smiled.

"I promise I won't look," he said.

I rolled my eyes, grinning.

"Whatever," I said. "It's a deal."

Steve slipped into the bathroom and I heard the water running. I turned on the little lamps over the headboard, then switched off the other lights in the room. Suddenly, the anonymous hotel room really looked quite cozy.

I sat down on the bed again. The mattress was quite soft - a bit softer in fact, than I liked it. But so what - it was only for two nights. From the bathroom came the sounds of Steve brushing his teeth. And then he came out.

"Okay," he said. "It's all yours."

"Great," I said. "I'm dead tired. Aren't you?"

"Yeah. Going straight to bed."

I slipped into the bathroom and got ready for bed. Through the door I heard the faint rustling as Steve undressed. I stared at his toothbrush on the bathroom shelf. And suddenly I realized that it was true: We were going to spend the night in the same bed.

Take it easy, I told myself. I wasn't going to seduce him -- I wouldn't mess with his married life. And he sure as hell wasn't going to seduce me, either -- he loved his wife too much for that to happen.

I took a deep breath as I went back into the room. Steve was in bed, his lamp already switched off. He certainly wasn't looking. Maybe he was already asleep. I changed into my night clothes: A pair of panties and a big t-shirt. Then I crawled into bed, pulling the sheet over me.

"Goodnight," Steve mumbled beside me.

"Goodnight," I answered, switching off the lamp.

I lay there for a while, waiting, the scent of his skin tickling my nostrils. It was kind of arousing, but no -- I would not allow myself to get turned on.

A few minutes later, I heard Steve's breathing becoming slow and deep, with a slight snore. He was asleep.

Actually, I prefer to sleep naked, and now I seized the opportunity. Without making a sound, I slipped off my t-shirt and then my panties, throwing both on the floor next to the bed. Tomorrow, I would work out a way to put the clothes back on without him noticing.

The sheets felt cool and sexy, wrapping around my naked body. And breathing the unfamiliar scent of Steve's skin, I drifted off to sleep.

It was dark when I woke up. I lay face down, my arms wrapped around the pillow, my face turned away from Steve's side of the bed.

At first, I wondered what had woken me. But then I felt it -- the mattress was rocking. A slight, rhythmic motion, making the entire bed shake and squeak. The rhythm was somehow familiar. And suddenly, I knew what it was.

Steve was masturbating.

I froze in position. He obviously thought I was asleep, and I wasn't going to reveal that I wasn't. The embarrassment would be enough to kill us both.

The bed kept rocking and squeaking. I heard Steve grunting softly. Damn, how I would have loved to watch him masturbate. Just turn my head and get a good look at his cock. But no -- I resisted the urge and forced myself to just lie there and wait for him to get it over with.

Rocking, squeaking, panting -- his rhythm was increasing. He must be about to come -- and I realized that the thought of Steve ejaculating was beginning to make me wet. Oh, God. Good thing I was pretending to be asleep -- that was saving us both a lot of embarrassment.

Suddenly, I felt a chill, as the sheet was lifted off my naked back. From the movements of the mattress I figured he now sat astride me, one knee on either side of my legs, masturbating to the sight of my naked ass.

And I couldn't move! I just didn't have the nerve to simply turn around, look him in the eyes and watch him come. Although the thought of it did turn me on -- a lot.

His breathing grew louder. The rocking motions increased in speed and intensity. Until suddenly they stopped.

"Mgh!" he grunted.

And I felt the first spurt of semen landing on my naked back.

I shivered, and tears welled into my eyes. Just imagine: His secret lust for me was so great that he couldn't help jerking off at the sight of my naked body.

He kept ejaculating -- squirt after squirt of burning hot sperm spattered my naked back. I was so hot now, I could have screamed out loud. I could have begged him to fuck me -- I just didn't care anymore. But somehow, I managed to control myself and kept absolutely still.

Steve's orgasm subsided. I felt him gently pulling the sheet back over me. Then, carefully, he climbed back to his side of the bed and lay down.

I was beside myself with lust. But knowing men, I figured he would soon be fast asleep.

I waited. And a few minutes later, his heavy breathing had quieted down, becoming slow and relaxed. He was asleep.

As quietly as possible, I slowly reached down between my legs, touching my clit. I sighed deeply at my own touch. I ran my fingers ran over my labia, feeing the wetness of my flesh. Slowly, without a sound, I began massaging my clit. All the tensions seemed to evaporate from my body, leaving me calm and relaxed.

I closed my eyes, feeling the sensations of pleasure washing over me. Laying flat on my belly and moving my fingers ever so slightly, I could still apply pressure to my clit. The mattress hardly moved, as I masturbated with almost imperceptible strokes. I caressed my clit faster and faster, gasping under my breath.

I spread my legs, my thighs trembling slightly with pleasure. Juice flowed over my fingers, as I buried my head in the pillow, sobbing helplessly as I felt my climax approached. I could smell Steve's sweat, his semen on my back, mixing with the hot scent of my own excited flesh.

"Mmm..." I moaned, masturbating myself towards orgasm. "Mmm..."

But suddenly I felt it: Another finger touching the mouth of my pussy.

I froze. Afraid to move, I opened my eyes wide in the darkness. Steve had woken up. And now he was touching me.

I had stopped masturbating - and now his finger slowly entered my dripping wet slit. He slid it slowly back and forth a couple of times -- then slipped it out completely.

My breathing was hurried, apprehensive. I couldn't believe this was happening, but at the same time I felt there was no turning back. By masturbating, I'd somehow become part of the game - leading him on. And besides, it was too late to admit that I'd been awake the whole time. Now I had to keep pretending.

He changed his position - and then I felt it: The head of his cock pushed against my labia, hot and hard. Gradually, my pussy yielded to the pressure, letting him enter. As he buried his tool inside me, I felt my juices flowing around his thick shaft, making it wet and slick.

He pulled back and entered me again, letting me feel the entire length of his erect cock. I closed my eyes, trembling with pleasure as he began fucking me. He thrust into me in a steady, sensual rhythm. Over and over he buried his rigid shaft inside me, making my pleasure grow, pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm.

Suddenly it dawned on me: He was raping me. This was how he would fuck a helpless, defenseless female. But in that case, I would have imagined a brutal, painful violation. To my surprise, he was pleasuring me as well as himself, stimulating my sensitive flesh with every thrust of his hard cock.

And then I couldn't hold back any longer. I came hard - an explosion of lust that burst through every fiber of my body, making me shiver. I bit into the pillow to keep myself from screaming out loud with pleasure.

Steve kept going, his cock pumping into my pussy like a piston. Had he noticed my orgasm? If he had, it hadn't necessarily called my bluff: I could have climaxed in my sleep.

With a grunt, he pulled out of me. And then, a few seconds later, I once more felt the pressure of his cock.

But this time it was pushing against my rectum.

I wanted to cry out, to make him stop. But by now it was too late. I had played along, and now I was going to get my punishment.

Steve forced his slippery cock into my ass, my anus slowly opening itself to him. I whimpered into the pillow as tears filled my eyes. But the pain merely added to the pleasure. In fact, I knew right there and then that if he fucked my ass, he would make me come even harder.

Slowly, his thick cock buried itself inside my ass. He held still, letting me feel it throb with lust. As he began fucking me, I couldn't suppress a cry:

"Ah!" I shrieked.

He didn't care. His hands grabbed my hips, as he kept going, thrusting his erect tool in and out of my ass.

He must have been insane with lust. Fucking a sleeping woman was one thing. But how could he even imagine fucking my ass without waking me up? In his excited state, he was obviously past caring.

And then Steve surprised me once more. His right hand found my clit and began massaging it. I sobbed uncontrollably, as my arousal built towards another climax. Again and again, he hammered his cock into my ass. Juices flowed from my excited cunt, wetting his finger and trickling down the insides of my thighs.

His breathing grew louder, and I felt his cock twitching inside my ass. And finally, he thrust deep into me and held still. His tool swelled inside my narrow passage, stretching my tender anus even more. And finally he came.

As the first powerful spurt of semen shot into me, I came too. I screamed loudly into my pillow, screamed again and again. My entire body trembled, as waves of sexual electricity surged through me. Inside my ass I felt Steve's cock contracting, pumping long, powerful jets of white-hot sperm into my tight little hole.

Our orgasms seemed to last forever. His cock stayed hard inside me.

Finally, he pulled out. I heard him quietly slipping into the bathroom. When he returned, he cautiously pulled the bedspread over me and climbed into bed beside me.

I heard him sighing with satisfaction, and soon he drifted off to sleep.

My mind was spinning. I thought I'd be lying awake for hours. But the two powerful orgasms had worn me out, and in fact I feel asleep a few minutes later.

As I woke up, he was getting dressed.

"Oh," he said. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

I looked at him. He wasn't going to talk about what happened. And why should I?

"Yeah," I said, pulling the sheets around me, as I realized I was still naked. "Fine."

"No bad dreams?" he asked.

He had some nerve. But I couldn't help smiling.

"Oh no," I said. "Quite the opposite, in fact."

He laughed.

"That's good," he said. "We've got time for breakfast before the conference starts."

"Okay," I said. "I'll be ready in a minute."

We didn't talk about what had happened that night. And we never have since.

Steve went back home to his wife. And of course that's where he belongs.

But I had him once. Just for one night, I had him.

We can pretend it never happened. But neither of us will ever forget.