I arrived at the hotel room a few minutes early. It was a nice hotel - her business travel had brought her to a nice place for our first tryst. As I approached the door I began to get cold feet again. Who was this woman? She certainly was secretive for someone willing to meet a stranger naked. The only two pics I'd seen of her could be anyone - I really had no idea what she looked like. And I wouldn't find out until we were both naked. It seemed quite a risk.
She could be anyone. What if she was -- well -- unattractive? Or insane? Or a guy?
But I'd never know if I didn't go inside, I was telling myself as my phone chirped. A text: 'Are you close?'
'At door', I answered. I heard her phone beep through the door. The door unlatched. I took the handle and waited a few seconds before going in. The bathroom was just inside the door and I was able to duck in without entering the main area of the room.
I undressed. Being naked so close to her erased many of my doubts. "This is it", I thought, looking at myself in the mirror. My dick was hard with excitement.
I stepped out of the bathroom and came to face the bed. She was standing at the foot of the bed, returning my gaze. Completely nude, and shaved, as was I. She was pretty. Prettier than I had thought based on the photos.
'Hey', I said.
'Hey', she responded. Her nipples were hard but she looked nervous. 'Why don't you come over here and let me lick that chest of yours', she said.
I stepped toward her, putting my hands gently on her naked hips. I leaned in to kiss her and then stopped. She was trembling like a leaf.
'Oh my God,' she said. 'I'm actually doing this. I don't even know you.'
I smiled at her. 'Do you want to fix that?' She looked at my chest and arms, and the expression on my face, and smiled. She nodded and began nuzzling my right shoulder and bicep. I began to put my arms around her.
She turned away, exposing her naked ass to me for the first time. It was shapely and inviting. My erection stiffened. I began to kiss the back of her neck as my throbbing erection pressed into her soft, sweet skin. She moaned and reached behind her to take me in her hand and caress me as I pressed against her.
She stopped suddenly. 'I can't.'
'Why not,' I asked. 'Is everything okay?'
'What's my last name?,' she asked.
'I don't know.'
'That's why. We aren't drunk, we aren't old friends, we are just two people who don't know each other. What happens if this isn't fun? If the sex is bad, or if you don't like me, or if we can't make each other come?' She reached for her panties on the dresser and turned to face me. 'I'm sorry. We're strangers.'
'That's why it's okay', I said. 'If you were at a nude beach and saw people you work with, you would not want to undress. But if they're all strangers it's safe. It's the same reason you can tell a stranger your problems over drinks at a bar. If you'll never see her again it's safe.'