Unexpected

Chapter I

I knew she was trouble the moment I saw her in that hotel bar. The rhythm of her stilletos as she strutted to the bar, will forever be engraved in my mind, playing in it and making the rest of my body feel and do things, I sometimes wished it didn't.

I was siting at a corner table playing around with the last cube of ice on my double scotch glass. She ordered her drink and sat down on a table opposite mine, back to the wall, facing the rest of the space. She wore a bodycon formal dress that showed off her flawless curves, high heels, hair do in a way that exposed her neck and her eyes asked to be looked at, to be admired. She fit in like a glove here in the middle of luxurious accommodation, expensive drinks and outstanding service. She exuded confidence and power. I was undeniably captivated. We shared a look and I felt like she didn't recognise me, which added to the fascination this woman was causing me. I couldn't stop watching her.

I called the waiter and asked him to serve her and me the same drink she was having; he advised me it was a Negroni. I confirmed my request and asked if he had seen her here before; he said he had not.

I see him taking the drink to her table and, I assume, telling her where the drink came from. She looks at me and lifts up her glass. I lift my glass up as well and give her a head nod. We continue enjoying our drinks when I see her standing up, grabbing her glass and walking towards me. The way she walked that distance felt like I was in a fashion show and she was strutting just for me. I could not look away.

She finally arrived at my table, and I hear her say 'Thank you for the drink. You shouldn't have'. I am fixated on her face, her lips, her eyes and then, just like she came, she walked away, leaving her glass on my table and my chest pounding. I take a couple of minutes to compose myself and start slightly panicking when I realise I may not see her again. I grab my jacket and check the table for anything I may leave behind when I notice a bedroom key card. Odd. I'm not staying at the hotel and this key was not here when I sat down. It says ROOM 1610. Did she leave her key behind? Will she come back to retrieve it? Should I wait by the reception for her to come back for a new key? 

I go to the reception and seat on one of the sofas, patiently waiting for her to come back. But she doesn't. For 30min I wait there but she doesn't return. 'She must have another key' but something in the back of my mind tells me that she has left that key for me. Even if she didn't I can just go up to room 1610 and pretend I've just come to give her the key back. That would not be stalky of me, right? I cross the lobby, go up the lift to the 16th floor and I walk the corridor until I am in front of her door. I take a deep breath in and I knock softly.

'Hi, I think you've left this key on my table by mistake', I tell her. She replies so casually 'It was not a mistake' while she fully opens the bedroom door for me to come in. My whole body jump starts and I feel my blood pumping faster. I see she has taken off her heels and although she's about 5 inches shorter than before, her presence is still overwhelming to me. I start taking my jacket off but she stops me and starts taking it off for me. Her perfume around me is intoxicating. I let her take off my jacket and my shirt. I put my fingers on the buttons of her blouse but she stops me. 'You first', she says moving her fingers to my trousers and starting to unbuckle my belt. I am now at the mercy of this goddess. She unbuttons my trousers and keeping her eyes on me, she slowly squats down while she pulls my trousers down. I am in awe of how much I can't pull away, I want this control over me, I crave it, my body wants her.

She puts her hands on my chest and directs me to the bed. I sit down and she starts taking my briefs off. I am so hard and ready. If I thought it was a sight to behold, she certainly didn't look affected by it. I know better than to try and take off her clothes. She is in control and I'll do whatever she wants. She sits on top of me and directs my penis where it needs to be. I can only witness this moment. This is for her and I shall oblige. We don't say a word through it all. She slides up and down my cock, she moans, I moan, she thrusts back and forth, I let her ride me and when the time comes, I grab the bed linen with all my might and I finally explode inside her. She convulses around me, I can feel her, but even now she remains composed and still in control of herself and her surroundings. She lifts herself up and goes to the bathroom, leaving me there crashing onto the bed. I mentally compare this night  to any other moment in my life. Truth is, there's no comparison.