I feel his gaze on me the moment that I walk into the hotel bar. I had checked into the hotel 40 minutes earlier, been up to my room, showered and changed. On a rare whim I decided that I wouldn't stay within the confines of my temporary sleeping abode with a sly takeaway but would brave the bar on my own and peruse the food menu. Standing at the bar I become aware that my hair which is still slightly wet from the shower is dripping down my back on to the camisole top I am wearing with my mid length denim skirt. I'm instantly grateful that I chose a black top instead of the cream one I pondered over.
I glance up and observe the bartender pouring wine into a glass, I guess that he's in his mid twenties, he has a half sleeve tattoo and the ubiquitous full beard. His eyes are lively and full of mischief as he asks me 'How many nights are you staying in London?' I reply that it's just an overnight stay. I had arrived in London that morning for a 2 day conference. We chit chat until he hands over my very large glass and I look around for a table. The guy with the glasses is still in the corner. He looks over at me, his eyes lingering and I smile hoping that my smile conveys nothing more than friendliness. I come to a spare table and sit down taking a sip of my drink and reach out for a food menu laying on the table.
The voice comes from my left, deep and smooth, with a hint of an accent that I can't immediately place.
I turn around in my chair and look up locking eyes with the guy who I had just smiled at in the corner. He's taller than I envisaged, much taller than my 5'4". His shoulders beneath his t-shirt are wonderfully broad and straight. He smiles and it's startlingly bright, open and disarming. His hazel eyes twinkle as they take me in without barely moving an inch. He isn't classically handsome but there is something about him that catches me off guard and I feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
He asks if he can join me, his eyes searching my face and lingering on my lips. I want to say yes but I hesitate trying to find an excuse not to be in his company. I don't get a chance to reply as he moves to the seat next to me and leans in close. 'You're fucking beautiful' he says in a low voice. My breath catches in my throat as he smiles at me and I feel my nipples tingle and grow tight beneath the fabric of my top. For a long moment we look at each other and I feel his scent and the warmth of his skin beckoning me closer. He suddenly reaches his hand out and brushes my bare arm.
'I'm Max' he says. 'Gabby' I reply before thinking that I should have used a fake name.
'So what are we eating Gabby?' He leans in even closer, his jean clad muscular thigh touching me and I feel heat rising within me as he reaches across me to pick up the menu. He looks at it for a moment and then suddenly puts it down. 'You know that a lot of these meals are available as a room service option right?' I immediately know what he's suggesting and my cheeks grow warm.
'So, what are you thinking of ordering?' he says whilst looking at me intently his thigh now firmly pressed against mine. I am unable to speak for a moment as I gaze at him noticing that he has a small scar above his left eyebrow. I want to reach out and trace it with my finger and I know right then that I'm in trouble.
'Steak.' I finally say not sure if I'm secretly hoping that it's a room service option. 'Mmmm, well great, I had a delicious steak meal delivered to my room last night.' he responds before extending his hand. I want to grab his hand and go with the flow but hold back not wanting to appear too eager. I had already betrayed myself by not saying no outright but I decided to play for time hoping that the compulsion to go with this stranger would fade as I gathered my thoughts. I gesture towards the glass of wine in front of me barely touched.
'Of course, I'll wait, I'm enjoying the view.' he says with a smile. He was so close now that I could barely breathe but it didn't feel uncomfortable, I craved his nearness and know that I will be disappointed if he moves. I lift my glass by the stem and take a sip of the light honey coloured liquid. I try to gather my thoughts, rationalising internally that I should ask him questions, engage him in conversation for a few more minutes so that he wouldn't be a complete stranger and I could therefore justify what I know I am about to do. I take another sip of wine, put the unfinished glass on the table and stand up boldly holding out my hand. He gets up in one swift graceful movement and takes my hand firmly within his larger one without hesitating.
He caresses the back of my hand with his thumb while we wait for the lift as his foot taps impatiently. The lift is empty as we step in together and I catch a glimpse of myself next to this stranger in the lift mirror before quickly looking away. My breath hitches as he moves behind me and slides his arms around my waist and I feel his arousal against the small of my back instantly. 'You want to fuck me.' he whispers the words against my cheek. I shudder as I feel his warm breath. 'You want me to lick your clit until you come over and over again.' I step forward hoping that with a bit of distance I'll be able to breathe properly.
'I don't...' I can't speak as his hand moves towards the end of my skirt, grazing my leg and creeping up towards my thigh. Wetness is pooling in my knickers and I want to part my legs for him and beg him to touch me, beg him to fuck me right here against the mirrored wall of the lift. His hand moves further up my thigh, gently stroking as it travels to the lace frill at the edge of my knickers, he slips a finger inside and strokes my smooth bare mound.
'You know that before the night is over you'll be on your knees sliding my hard cock into your pretty little mouth.' Looking up at him I whisper softly, 'Yes, I want that.' I knew it as soon as he came to my table and sat down next to me. I hastily straighten my skirt as the lift doors open. I feel his hand on the small of back and I am exhilarated. He's focused and determined and he wants me and I feel empowered with the knowledge of what we're about to do.