Goa. December 2011. I'd just got off the bus. Drinking alone at a shack by the beach. And that's where He joined me at the table. We made the usual conversation. I noticed he used every excuse to reach out and touch my arm, my shoulder and even my knee.
He: Hey, listen. how about we share a room? Save some cash that way.
And with that he had his hand on my thigh. Well inside my shorts actually :)
Yummy. I moved forward in my chair as though I was offering him my crotch. I was too.
Not that I fancied him or anything... but that evening I was in animal mode. I just wanted to get slutty. I had been feeling my self on the bus all the way here, and the old man in the next seat kept groping me every chance he got. I was in heat. He was on the same bus in the seat behind us and had seen all this. He knew I wanted some.
Me: Let's have another drink and we'll get our room.
I could feel his breath on my ass as I walked ...actually struted up the stairs to the room.
The receptionist and room service chaps leered at me. Was I such an obvious slut? Not that I mind, it is exactly what I want. To be a slut without fear and to have everyone know it and treat me like one. Wow. Was that a grope? That surely was a caress from my new found partner... And that is surely a hand finding its way under my pants...
Now I'm horny as hell and if this guy goes on this way I'll be out of my thongs and riding his cock even before this room service fellow leaves. Maybe I'll hold on to room service cock (with my mouth) to balance myself.
Privacy at last.
He: I didn't think we would need to separate our cots.
I heard "cots" as "cocks" at first.
He: That's why I didn't ask them to. Hope it is alright.
I didn't answer. Wasted breath. I walked up to the door and bolted it. If he had any doubts, they were gone now given the way I put out my ass. I took a loud husky desperate breath.
And then I walked up to the window and drew the curtains. That was when a hand was again trying to find its way around my left butt cheek. I arched a little and got the thumb to nick me between the thong and the soft part near my arse hole. Promising. Very very promising.
I turned around, walked to the opposite window and drew the curtains. He just sat there stunned. His hand frozen right where my ass was just seconds ago.
Off with my sandals. I let my shorts fall and stepped out of them. Looking straight at him. Come get me tiger. ;)
He didn't expect thongs I suppose. But he must have known something different was coming when his thumb brushed against my asshole.
As the T-shirt came off, my vest lifted up to my shoulder and stayed there a moment. It always feels delicious when I "inadvertently" expose my navel, my nipples and my waxed chest.
Love this moment. Thongs, baby! Thongs! A must for any self-respecting slut. It rides in the valley of darkness :D. Rubbing in it. Getting infused with every bit of your salty essence.
And so... I quietly slide out of my thongs and carry them gently to him, kneeling on the bed. And I tie it around his neck like a medal. Congratulations, Sir. You have won. As a reward, you will be allowed to have carnal knowledge of this fine piece of ass tonight.
