This Stranger's Touch

It's 5:12am according to the glowing red light on the alarm clock in my hotel room. My eyes are awake, coffee is a thing now. I wander downstairs to the common area, stand in line, and as I rub my eyes I drop my key card.

I bend down to pick it up completely forgetting how I'm dressed. Short comfy shorts, T shirt with no bra. Hovering at the crest of my ass, I feel the heat of a body. When I stand up and turn my head slightly, I see a man in my peripheral vision standing rather close. Nearly pressing up against me. Oddly, I didn't feel it to be an intrusion. He smelled so good, turning me on as I step up to pour my coffee.

Again, as I'm standing there at the counter, I feel him there. His presence, that slight graze over my shorts. My clit starts throbbing, teasing me in my arousal. As I turn to leave, we meet eyes and exchange a small smile before I walk away.

I take my time, just slowly strolling down the hall.

When I reach the elevator, he's caught up, coffee in hand he slips into the elevator with me. We ride in silence but my head is racing.

"DING" The doors open.

He smiles and gestures, so I exit right towards the direction of my room. I walk slowly, anticipating he'll say something.

Nothing.

I round the corner and suddenly I feel a grasp on my arm. Stern hands push me from behind, my face and breasts pressed against the wall.

Coffee spills hitting the floor.

I smell him. That intoxicating scent my senses reacted to is familiar. I welcome it as it stokes my lust. I feel his right hand move around my waist and dip below the waistband of my shorts, my legs instinctively opened further letting his fingers slither into my crevasse. His left hand cups my breast, massaging and tweaking my nipple.

I close my eyes and arch my back as much as I can manage while he pumps my pussy. His breath at my ear, almost taunting me, knowing just how much it affects me.

"Mmm, so wet." He growls.

"What a good girl." He continues.

"Does your hot little pussy like this stranger's touch?" He asks.

My voice barely registers as I whimper out in a frail breath, "yes".

My pussy gushed with each pump of his fingers pushing my moans to the surface, his thumb slathering my clit with my juices. He pushed in faster, creating wet noises audible within the hall.

I reach back inside his sweats to grope his cock. Awkwardly stroking.

Through my shallow breaths, I beg him to fuck me. This desire to feel him consume me was overwhelming, I was becoming lost in it.

"NO! Not yet." His stern response snapped me back to reality.

My pussy was prime to explode any second, contracting around his fingers. My body began to shake and my knees felt weak. I felt his lips on my neck as he let out a little snide chuckle.

"Does my salacious slut need to cum?" He taunts.

"YES" I desperately moaned.

"Mmm. I can feel your need."

"You're clamping down so fucking tight around my fingers, your cunt feels amazing." He whispers.

Just then, we hear a door close around the corner. Swiftly, he pulls out his soaked fingers leaving me feeling so empty without them. He bent down to pick up those spilled coffee cups, sucking on his fingers looking up at me.

Another hotel guest rounded the corner just as this stranger exclaims,

"I'm so sorry! I'm having such a clumsy morning...plowing into you like that."

I turned away from the wall, everything felt so foreign weaning off that euphoric edge I was riding. We just smile and play it off for the appearance as the guest kept walking.

He stands up moving in so close, towering over me revealing a smirk on his lips.

"I'm in room 423 if you want to cum." He teases.

Then turned away, disappearing around the corner.

I can hardly contain the feelings that were running through my body. I was anxious, on edge, wanting to cum. I needed this man to touch me more.

I wanted him to make me cum.

I want him to fuck me, to sexually dominate me.

The thought is driving me mad.

I wandered back downstairs to get myself another coffee.

The entire way, I played out what just happened.

How incredible it was.

I wanted more.

I debated with myself.

"Should I go knock?"

"No! That's crazy, He's a stranger."

"So why did it feel so damn good?"

I walk slowly, sipping my coffee. My body still on high, so very sensitive.

I smile to myself, knowing that I've made up my mind. I stood there, frozen at door 423. Desperation oozing out of me as I softly knock on the door.