I catch her staring at me a few times. She is trying to pretend she is just looking around but she blushes every time I meet her gaze. I'm used to women staring at me but she doesn't strike me as the typical naive young girl, the kind I can seduce with only a smile. So her self-consciousness intrigues me. She wants something, this one. Whatever it is, she wants it badly but doesn't know how to ask for it. Maybe it makes her feel ashamed? Maybe she doesn't even know what she needs?
I watch her take a sip of her martini. She is sitting at the other end of the hotel bar, on the corner so I have a perfect line of sight. She is perusing a book, stylish reading glasses perched at the end of her nose. Her dark hair is simply put up in a pony tail and she's not wearing much make-up--just some black mascara and dark red lipstick. Her eyebrows are dark and thin. Her skin is light and she has high cheek bones. I get the feeling that she doesn't consider herself to be particularly attractive and I suppose that's true, she wouldn't win any beauty contests. But there is something exotic, other worldly about her. When she looks at me, it's as if a caged animal is looking at me from deep within her black eyes.
She looks to be in her late 20s, average height and weight. Her dress is simple like her make-up. A business casual type of dress. Well tailored, black fabric, sleeveless, with a slight scoop neck. Her breasts look full under the fitted top. I can only see one of her legs, it's beautiful. Sheer black stocking, gorgeous high heeled pump. Maybe the high heels are a clue to her dilemma. She is showing off her best assets, wearing fuck me shoes. But otherwise she looks so presentable and professional. She is probably smart, really good at her job, respected by her colleagues. Yet she seems profoundly unhappy, unfulfilled, missing something.
I watch her take another sip of her drink. Damn, she is sexy, sitting there all by herself, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. But she's not oblivious to me. I catch her looking at me again and she fidgets. I take enormous pleasure watching her squirm as I proceed to make no secret of the fact that I am now staring at her. She finishes her drink quickly. I call the bartender over and send her another. I watch him take it to her and point at me. She smiles briefly, looks downward. Wow, I am getting really turned on.
I can tell she enjoys looking at me when she dares to. Most women do. I am 6'2", the dark and handsome type, athletic, dressed in an expensive gray suit. I feel comfortable in my body and it shows. I own my own company which provides me with all the riches I could ever want. That shows too. I've had my pick of gorgeous women but lately I feel restless, bored, like every fuck is the same as the one before. Maybe that's why she catches my attention tonight--we're both missing something.
I'm still staring at her. Every time she looks up at me with those haunted eyes, I feel my cock twitch in my pants. Fucking hell. She has no idea the effect she is having on me. She seems intimidated by my attention but I'm the one getting seduced. I think this woman needs a good hard fucking. I can't imagine that she's ever been possessed that way. Her men are probably the polite and respectful kind. Yeah, that's what she wants, I can see it now. To lose control is not easy for her so she needs someone to take it from her. I feel myself getting an erection.
I see her take off her glasses and put them in her purse. She finishes the drink and puts some money on the bar, then scribbles something on a napkin. I watch her climb off the stool--damn, she is leaving. Her body is even more shapely than I thought. She hesitates for a moment as if trying to make up her mind about something. I can't take my eyes off of her. And then I see her walk towards me.
"Thank you for the drink," she tells me, a shy smile on her lips. Her voice is sexy and she has a slight accent. Eastern European perhaps? Before I have a chance to respond, she puts the napkin on the bar and walks away. On the napkin, a room number--1467. I try to contain my excitement and settle the tab.
Two minutes later I am standing outside her door, hard already with anticipation. I knock and she opens the door. She looks the same, but very nervous. I can see her hands shaking. I bet she's never invited a strange man in her hotel room in the middle of the night. Her anxiety is intoxicating. I slam the door closed and openly stare at her, undressing her with my eyes. I can see her struggling to decide if she wants to go through with this. She runs her right hand across her pony tail, a nervous habit. But she stands her ground, keeping her eyes locked on me.
I grab her in my arms and slam her against the wall of the hallway. The mirror next to us threatens to fall down. She gasps in shock--fear, but excitement too. A wild look comes into her eyes, a look of desperation. It makes me even harder. I press my body into hers forcefully and shove my sex against her. She gasps again but holds on to my eyes as if for dear life. I can feel her tits against my chest. She tries to put her arms around me but I don't let her.
"No!" I tell her authoritatively. I grab her wrists and pin her arms above her head, staring into her eyes and pushing my cock even more against her. Even in her high heels she is a few inches shorter than me so I easily hold her pinned to the wall.
I lean down and push my tongue into her mouth. She takes me willingly. Her mouth feels hot and tastes like olives. I kiss her violently until she is out of breath. I then can't resist fondling her lips with mine gently, she is just so delicious. She relaxes a bit with this more generous kiss. But I feel her thinking now, she's not letting go, part of her is no longer mine.
