Mr. Someone

~4~

~4~

It's early afternoon the next day before Skylar finally wakes with a big stretch, followed quickly by a groan; she aches everywhere, including muscles she didn't even know existed. A head to toe blush hits her as she begins remembering the reason for her achiness, images of last night's tryst flashing through her mind.

Skylar is bent over, leaning on the leather couch of the club VIP room for support as Jimin pounds into her from behind, one hand pinning her arm to her back, the other wrapped around her waist gripping her hip to control his thrusts....

She blushes anew at this, giving a little giggle of delight. Jimin was unlike any she had been with before, and she still feels dreamy after the multiple orgasms he wrought from her with those insanely talented hips and powerful legs of his. And those lips.... Skylar is almost glad she will never see him again, unsure how she could possibly face the near-stranger in broad daylight after all the situations he had had her in.

Pressed against the wall, her arms pinned above her head, one leg draped over his arm, Skylar is at his mercy as Jimin moves in and out of her in a tantalizingly slow pace, those soft lips of his caressing every inch of her heated flesh....

She groans again and throws back the covers, reaching for her phone to power it up. While she undoubtedly enjoyed her night, Skylar is not about to lay in bed all day giggling like a virgin. When her phone turns on she sees there is a message from Lisa waiting.

Lisa:

Glad you made it home safely!! Text when you wake. Meet at usual spot.

Skylar gives a little chuckle at this, knowing full well Lisa has no interest in eating breakfast, and just wants to feast on all the steamy details from last night.

Me: Hey! Just woke. Need shower. Gimme 30 min.

Not waiting for a reply, she slides herself out of bed and makes her way gingerly on weak legs to the shower.

*******

"What do you mean you didn't really talk?? You were with him for hours...and I thought you said he drove you home!?" Lisa practically shrieks at Skylar's revelation when she had asked what Jimin was like.

"Welll.... Technically he had his driver take me home"

"What!? He didn't even see you home himself!?" Lisa is incredulous now.

"No, no. He did. We were just rather....busy...on the way to my place...."

As soon as they are seated in the car, Jimin presses a button on the side panel, closing the privacy partition to the driver up front, those beautiful lips curling into that devilish grin that Skylar has come to recognise. Before she can say anything he has her straddled on his lap again, his mouth on hers as his hands travel south...

"Oh my gods! You had sex in his car on the way home!?" Lisa hissed, eyes about to pop out of her head.

"SHHH!!" Skylar casts a quick glance around, hoping no one was listening to them. "No, we did not have sex in the back of his limo with his driver there! We just fooled around. Although I have a feeling we may have gotten there if we had more time...Jimin seems insatiable!"

At this, Lisa pauses with a forkful of pancakes and bacon halfway to her mouth. "Wait, Jimin?? Who the fuck is Jimin??"

"Uhh, the sexpot you saw me on the dance floor with last night, and convinced me to join in the VIP room", Skylar replies with a dry tone.

"What the fuck!? That little shit gave me his name as Tony Montana!!" Lisa fires back, obviously annoyed.

This doesn't really surprise Skylar, and she laughs it off. "Yeah, I think he must be a celebrity of some sort, but I can't place him. He probably uses fake names wherever he goes for security reasons", she assumes with a shrug.

"How can you be so nonchalant with all of this!" Lisa demands. "You spend half the night with a mysterious celebrity, letting him fuck your brains out, and you're not even pissed that you have no way to contact him, or ever see him again!?"

Skylar stifles a sigh at this. Truth be told, she can't seem to get Jimin out of her head, the feeling of his plump lips on hers, his soft hands caressing her.... She is not dumb, she knows how a one night stand works. With celebrities it's an entirely different level of "thank you, next". She knows their encounter meant nothing but a night of shared passion, and yet she can't help missing him somehow. But she is not about to share this, even with her best friend. Saying it out loud would just make it all too real how foolish she is being.

"Lis, it was just a fling....no, we didn't specifically talk it out, but from the moment we started dancing, we...i dunno, we were on the same wavelength and it's like we just understood. The connection was purely physical. That's it. I am sure he will not think of me again, if he even remembers my name. And that is fine with me; I have my new job to focus on, the last thing I want or need is a relationship mess to interfere."

At this Lisa sighs and gives a nod. "Yeah, girl, you're right. Men are fun for a while, but who needs commitment, amiright?" she laughs. "Still, I don't know if I could handle the situation with as much calm as you are if it were me."

Oh, if only you knew how NOT calm my thoughts are....