Passions Pt. 01

It was a hot sultry night, I was having difficulty sleeping. All I could think about as i lay in my bed was the girl I had met earlier that evening when having a drink in the hotel bar. A girl with a mesmerising smile, and more than a small amount of danger about her. She told me her name was Solara, a very unusual name for what I soon learnt to be a very unusual and fascinating young lady. She was in town for a meeting with her publisher to sign a deal for a follow up of what had become a worldwide internet phenomenom, a modern day bodice ripper that had become a ''must read'' bedtime story for every woman seeking revenge. There was even rumour in the literary and film circles that this was going to be the next big blockbuster, some believing that casting was already well in advance with some big name Hollywood stars in the running to play the ultra glamorous, but dangerous Fion.

I had watched her in the hotel bar as she, over the course of what must have been no longer than an hour get every mans undivided attention, and every wives evil stare as she devilishly got every male there to think that he was the most important person in town. A seductive ploy few women have in their armoury, but those who do have it, then wives beware. Without a doubt she was a beautiful girl, with a figure that would bring the strongest man down to his knees, and make every woman green with envy. Also she had the most amazing golden tan that was glowingly matched with the crisp, sheer white dress she was wearing. Also worth noting, and with the unspoken approval of all the men present was the very obvious lack of anything remotely practical in the underwear department. Apart from the tiny panties she was wearing, no other under garments could be traced through her almost gossamer like threads, she was very easy on the eye to say the least. The girl most certainly was dressing for impressing.

She was English. She had a rather quaint, well spoken lilt in her very English voice, she had the slightest of accents that came through occasionally. And what that succeeded in doing, was to make this girl even more appealing.

As the evening wore on I couldn't help but notice that more and more men had been dragged away by their partners. I was fast becoming one of the last males left in the room. But I was there without a partner, and I had no one to take me away, but i was more than happy to remain in this particular company. And being completely unnatached and very much available seemed not like the handicap it sometimes can be, but right now it could just be very beneficial.

And then she came over to where I was sitting. I had been waiting for her. I just knew she would come eventually, and now that she was here, I was rather taken aback, rather nervous at the very thought that this beautiful, gregarious girl wanted my time. ''Hello, I'm Peter'', pleased to meet you. ''I'm Solara'', came the polite reply accompanied with the most exquisite of smiles. It seemed that she had worked out where i was going to come in the order of merit. But the trouble being was last in the pecking order a bad thing, or a ''save the best till last'' sort of choice by her? But that didn't matter, for here, right now she was making me think that it was I who had always been the most important.

First of all, this surprise 'liaison' of ours had until now only ever entailed a quiet drink in a London hotel bar involving two relative strangers. But now she was telling me that she was staying the night at the hotel, and that she had a room on the same floor as mine, ''how she knew that particular bit of information, i will never know,'' but she did and that made her all the more captivating and mysterious. And she also said that she would gladly see me to my room, if I needed the company later. A comment i didn't take too seriously, but i have to admit that the thought had run through my mind during the course of the night. But it wasn't just me who was smitten by this girl. She had thrown her magic dust in all directions, and by doing so had everyone in the bar totally bewitched by her simply being there.

A fabulous warm, engaging smile, and beautifully dressed in the designer gear that clung to her fabulous figure... I could not believe that i was sharing a space with her. To even dream about anything else other than a drink together would have had to belong in her next novel. But bizarre as it sounded she knew what floor my room was on, she knew the number of my room. How? i simply didn't know. But now i was under her spell, not where i wanted to be if im being honest. But I was powerless to be anywhere other than in her space, I was almost totally trapped in her hypnotic weave.

She was smart, she was sophisticated, she was a huntress in search of her prey. Not for one moment did I think I would be Included in what was being hunted by the girl with the engaging smile and everything else to go with it. But I soon discovered how wrong I was going to be.

Finding the sanctuary of sleep so hard to come by my mind was whirring and spinning with the last few hours spent in the company of Solara. She was still inside my head. I had spent the day at the Natural History Museum talking about the thing that had brought me to London in the first place, that being my passion for Paleontology, and the astounding new finds of dinosaur remains on the south coast. And that is what should have been in my thoughts, but it had been pushed aside by someone far from being extinct, someone very much alive and sharing not only a hotel with me, but the very same floor in that same hotel.

Tossing and turning I was suddenly disturbed by the tap, tap, tapping on my door, a tap so light that i would never have heard it if I had been fully asleep. ''Who is this?'' I thought. My watch was telling me that it was 2.30 am. ''Who the fuck could this be?'' Once again I heard the tapping as I pulled on my silk dressing gown that felt so cool against my clammy skin. Who is this? I enquired through the closed door. You could have knocked me down with a feather on hearing the reply. To say I was surprised to hear who it was would have been a massive understatement as i heard the familiar sexy purring voice from the other side of the door asking to be let in.

''Peter It's me, it's Solara, remember we spoke earlier?'' I heard her say. ''Please let me in, please'', she said, half begging, half demanding. I had no choice but to let her enter. I not only had concern for the other guests being disturbed, but also the girl on the other side of the door. Maybe she was in trouble. Maybe she needed my help. I had no choice other than to let her in.

I opened the door, and there she was. Far from the damsel in distress I had imagined. On the contrary, for she stood there with hunger in her eyes. Not the hunger that feeds the belly, but hunger to satisfy her yearnings for the lust she must have now been craving.

Her eyes told me everything, and her body that was draped in one of the hotels bathrobes backed up my suspicions even more. She pushed past me, her tight firm breasts brushing against me as she made her uninvited way into my room. Shocked and dumbfounded by my ''dead of night'' visitor I hurriedly closed the door, preferring not to want any prying eyes or listening ears to make any conclusions.

The room was lit by just one bedside lamp. But that was enough to illuminate the beauty of this intruder. And now the smell of expensive perfume began to fill the room and invade my nostrils with pungent sexual aromas.

Through the gloom i could see just how beautiful this lady was... Her hair shining as it reflected the light that infiltrated the room from the bright neon lighting from the street below, the same light that was shining on the lady who was now taking centre stage. The robe she wore had started to gape open. Leaving both her breasts fully exposed and her shapely legs the same. She wasn't wearing any panties now, that was plain to see, as with every excited intake of breath she made, resulted in making the gap in her robe all the more revealing.

She simply wanted me. And i wanted her which was now more than obvious by the erection I had. There was just no hiding place beneath my dressing gown for my now very erect manhood.

At this very moment, I wanted this girl bad. Not just wanted her, but I craved her. And now I feel so embarrassed to say this. ''But i didn't just want to make love to her, I wanted to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. I wanted to use and abuse her until she begged for me to stop. I wanted her to scream for more and then to squeal to say she had had enough''. I had never had these feelings for any other woman that I was now feeling for this mysterious girl who called herself Solara. In the dim light I could not fail to see that she was as excited as I was. We came together, and without any prompting from me, she dropped down to her knees. Her lipstick red lips just centimetres from my now very hard erection. Gently, she took hold of my cock as though it was as precious to her as it was to me. And then without warning I felt her warm lips and wet mouth devouring my rock hard penis.

Right down into her throat. So deep that the whole shaft had disappeared, and for a brief moment making it as much hers as it was mine. This felt so right, so fucking right. My cock eventually escaped from that luscious wet mouth. Leaving my ''pleasure giving'', lustful companion gasping for air.

I picked her up from off the floor as though she weighed nothing at all and gently laid her onto my bed. A bed that up to just a very short while ago had been a restful place for a weary body. But which had now become a place where sexual gratification was going to be offered, and gratefully accepted by two very willing participants in this game of lust and passion.

Our bodies becoming one as they entwined around each other. Rough and dominating one moment, tender and gentle the next. I thought I wanted to break this girl into submission. But as our longing for each other grew, all i wanted for this girl was for her to feel what I was now feeling. That feeling of being the only two people alive in the world . We were sharing a passion that had started out as pure lust, but it had now turned into a desire of wanting each other ''heart and soul'', not just to borrow, but to keep for ever. Our sexual romp had somehow become a spiritually magical event. It was much more than throbbing male appendages and moist female openings. Could it be that we had both found our soul-mate?

We lay in sweet silence, side by side till the rising sun cast its golden rays through the window. A moment of magical splendour. A moment that I had been waiting for all my life.

Just a few hours ago the two of us had met in an hotel bar. Two very different people going down their chosen roads in life. But sometimes in life two people can get on the same road and find that they are going in the same direction, travelling to the same destination whether they like it or not. Could it be what was once a road for solo travel, had now become a dual carriageway carrying the two of us to our ultimate destiny...Who knows? This could be an interesting journey, if it is to continue. We'll see...