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This writing was originally posted Madeline's YesRoom on 1 June 1996. (Madeline's YesRoom offers high-quality erotic stories, sexual journals, softcore site reviews, erotic penpals, and chat. Updated daily!). This writing may be reposted to usenet and the web under the following conditions: (1) No fee is charged to view it, (2) a link to Madeline's YesRoom (http://www.yesroom.com) is included, (3) Madeline is e-mailed at madeline@yesroom.com informing her of the repost, and (4) the text is not altered, including this copyright notice. Thanks! -- Madeline

I am sitting in a bar, restless, as if I'm waiting for something to happen. But nothing is going to happen, I tell myself. I'm just here to get out of the apartment for a while, get away from my dissertation. I am dressed in a dark green cotton dress, a jumper really, with a fake white shirt covering my shoulders and arms. The hem of the dress meets by legs mid-thigh, showing off my bare tan legs.
It is late afternoon and the bar is awash in the yellowy-red glow of sunset. I hear the door of the bar open and shut, but I can't see the person entering; the sun is blinding me. The person, a man, is suddenly standing beside me, ordering a drink from the bartender. I notice his greenish-gray suit and the clean, smooth lines of the body beneath it.
He sits down next to me, and while he takes a sip of his drink, I steal a glance at his face. It is angular, beautiful. Its lines are accented by the long, nearly black hair which falls gently around his face, ending at his chin.
I can't tear my eyes from him. He will turn and catch my gaze, but I still won't be able to take my eyes off of him. My blood is racing through my hands and my face. He puts his drink down and turns his head slowly to look at me. I stare into the pale green of his eyes. My cheeks turn red. The corners of my mouth curl up into a small smile. I finally look away, to my sweat-beaded glass on the bar.
He says to me, quickly and awkwardly, "I really wish that I had some line handy to say to you, since I'd really like to strike up a conversation with you." He pauses. "Oh, that sounded like a line didn't it?"
I laugh and turn towards him. "It sure did, but I'll forgive you for it."
We chat for a while, finding out what the other does for a living. He, Will that is, manages the computer system of a large investment firm. We talk about the internet, censorship, and the future of electronic cash. We talk about the problems of running a large computer system.
I tell him that I own a number of web sites, including one devoted to erotic stories. We discuss some of the things that I've written and why I like to write erotica.
Will suddenly bows his head, almost as if he's in pain. "Are you okay?" I ask. I put my hand on his back, gently, almost not daring to touch him. My breath quickens and my fingers shake as I touch his jacket. I think of tearing his clothes off and running my hands all over his body. I think of the feel of is skin underneath my fingers, and he sight of his skin contrasted with my red nail polish.
He looks up at me and says, "God, you'll probably throw a drink in my face for this, but... would you be interested in coming up to my hotel room across the street? I find you amazingly sexy and I'd love to see what could happen."
"Well, I won't throw a drink in your face." I pause. I think of his skin, bare and warm against mine. I think of the feeling of a man inside me, filling me up. I think of his tongue on my clit, driving me wild with ecstasy.
Then I think of John. He told me last night that he wanted to separate for a little while, to "clear his head." He said that there was a woman from work that he was very attracted to, and that he didn't want to cheat on me with her. So he broke up with me instead. The bastard. "Well," I think, "I may as well have some fun while I have my freedom. No good reason to hold back now."
I turn to face Will. "I'd love to have sex with you. I think that you're amazingly sexy."
After he helps me put on my coat, I turn and face him. I look into his eyes for a moment, and then quickly whisper "I'm not the type of girl that guys pay for sex with. I'm not the type of girl who needs sex for money because the the pleasure of fucking is enough. I certainly don't need any monetary incentive to have sex with you. But I want to be your whore. I want to be someone that you hire, for an evening, to make you go wild with pleasure, and then never see again. Obviously, neither of us wants anything serious, and this will be our insurance."
He takes out his wallet and hands me three hundred dollar bills. "Is that enough for a whore like you?" I nod. He offers his hand out to me, which I take, and we head towards the hotel across the street.
We walk though the luxurious hotel lobby to the elevators. As we rise towards the 17th floor, he presses me against the wall of the elevator and kisses me, his arms slowly moving from my waist to the sides of my breasts. As I tease him with my tongue, I reach my hands around his ass, and press his hips into mine. His hard cock grinds against me. I am sopping wet, so much so that we could fuck right here in the elevator, my legs wrapping around him, his cock thrusting into me over and over again.
The doors of the elevator open, and we break our kiss and head through the doors. He grabs my hand again and leads me through the halls, walking so fast that I nearly have to run to keep up. I stop him once, pressing him against the wall with my body, kissing him, roughly caressing his body. We take off again for the room, running blindly through the hall until we stumble upon it, room number 1756.
As he fumbles in his pockets for his keycard just outside the door, I fall to my knees, unzip his pants, and pull his blue jockey shorts down enough to free his hard, throbbing cock. I lick the head of his cock slowly, and when I take length of his member into my mouth, he moans and leans back against the door frame. The keycard slips from his fingers, and so, with my mouth still wrapped around his cock, I pick it up and stick it into the slot. He twists the door handle and pushes the door wide open.
He helps me to my feet, and then moves over to the bed, quickly shoving the pile of papers onto the floor. He tears off his jacket, and then comes over to kiss me, slowly, delicately this time. His hands are wrapped around my face, holding me, gently caressing my skin. Slowly his hands move down my neck, over my shoulders, down my arms and my sides. He pulls my hips towards his, and the feel of his hard cock makes me ache to have it inside of me, at that very moment.
His hands continue their journey downward, over my hips and down my thighs, to the hem of my dress. He slowly moves his hands upwards, bringing the dress upwards with them. His warm hands explore my flesh, feeling the soft skin between my thighs, on my stomach, on my back. He unhooks my bra and slowly feels my breasts, gently touching my nipples, softly moving over my skin.
My hands roam over his skin, soft and tan, savoring the hard muscles that lay beneath. My hands slide down his chest, over his hips, down the sides of his naked thighs. With my fingers just barely touching his skin, I bring my hands around to inside of his thighs, massaging his balls lightly as my fingers move up to his throbbing cock. I bend down quickly, taking him in my mouth, rolling my tongue all over the head. As his cock slides out of my mouth and being to stand, I grab it with two hands, massaging it in the wetness from my mouth.
He leans against me, his breathing hot and heavy on my shoulder, his hands trembling on my skin with every stroke my my hands on his cock. He slowly moves his hands upwards, taking my dress off. He pulls one sleeve off and then the other, always leaving one of my hands on his dick. As the dress falls to the floor, he presses my bare body against him, kissing me deeply. I break the kiss to take off his shirt and my bra, to feel the warmth of his bare skin pressed against mine.
He grabs me again, wrapping his arms around me, burying his face in my dark hair falling past my shoulder. I gently put his dick between the soft skin of my thighs, wrap my arms around him and begin to masturbate him with my thighs. Our chests are fused together, with only my pelvis gently rocking back and forth, making his cock slide between my legs, barely touching the hot wetness of my sex.
He buries his face deeper into my neck, barely able to stand upright. The feel of his hard cock touching my sex, teasing me, kills me. He has to be inside of me, right now. I push him roughly towards the bed, making him fall on his back, his cock just waiting for me. I pull his pants off from around his ankles and slowly climb on top of him, my sex poised right over the tip of his large cock.
I lower myself slowly onto his member, savoring the feeling of him filling me up. As my cunt wraps itself around the base of his shaft, I throw myself forward, kissing him, my tongue probing his mouth, sliding his cock in and out of my wet hole. I pull myself upright, so that I am riding his cock, filling myself up with his hardness, balancing myself with one hand on his chest.
Every last detail of the scene is wrapped in sensuality... the contrast of my blood red fingernails on the muscular tan of his chest, my round breasts bouncing in every direction, the flutter of his eyelids as his cock slides into my cunt, his dark hair in a halo around his face, the smell of sex all around us. I close my eyes, savoring the feel of every inch of his cock sliding into me, going so deep that the tip bumps against my cervix, driving me wild.
He grabs my arm and pulls me forward, pressing my breasts against his chest, my lips against his. I slide my fingers delicately up his arms and then grab his hands and pin them to the bed behind his ears. He struggles against me, thrusting his cock into me all harder and faster, our muscles straining against each other. Despite my superior position, he overpowers me and rolls us over, forcing me to submit to him. He pins my arms behind my head, kisses me deeply, and thrusts into me again and again, until I feel like I am going to explode.
The heat begins to rise in my sex, radiating outward through my limbs. I struggle against him even harder, the muscles in my arms burning in pain. I try to hold off my orgasm until he is really to explode inside of me, making us come together. But he switches position slightly, angling his cock upward, right into my g-spot. My body begins to spasm, exploding uncontrollably in pleasure. My moans and the spasms of my cunt around his thrusting cock drive him wild, sending him to orgasm. He bites my neck as he loses control, spurting his hot cum inside of me.
He collapses on top of me, his hands slowly releasing their grip on mine, his breathing, harsh and jagged, slowing. I lay still underneath him, my eyes wide open, in shock at the intensity of the orgasm. We are still, watching the minutes tick by on the nearby alarm clock. He rolls his body off of me and lays beside me.
I am completely exhausted. I feel my eyelids closing and doze off. When I wake up again, it is dark outside, but he is still beside me, sleeping. I crawl out of bed and head to the bathroom where I clean myself up. I slip on my bra, panties, dress, and shoes, quietly, so as not to wake him. I find a small pad of hotel paper and a pen and write:
"YOU WERE AMAZING. -- Madeline"
I want to leave my phone number, so that if he is in town again, perhaps he will call. But then I remember the terms of the deal that we made: it was to be for one night only. I place the note next to him, where I was sleeping and quietly slip out the door, hoping that somehow he'll find me again.

© Madeline
This writing may be reposted to usenet and the web under the following conditions: (1) No fee is charged to view it, (2) a link to Madeline's YesRoom (http://www.yesroom.com) is included, (3) Madeline is e-mailed at madeline@yesroom.com informing her of the repost, and (4) the text is not altered, including this copyright notice. Thanks! -- Madeline