Things of this nature can't be planned; they just happen. One minute you're having drinks at a random bar by yourself and the next you're stumbling back to your hotel room with a strange man in tow.
Maybe it was the three blowjobs* or the subsequent double shot of Patron but somehow she ended up in an elevator heading to the "Naughty Virgin", a nightclub on the top floor of the highest building in the cities 'Red Light District'. She felt the alcohol rush through the channels in her brain as the elevator soared pass the 7th floor. Intoxication.
Ding.
They all tumbled through the door onto the plush carpet of a small circular lobby. The cashier sat in a booth straight ahead, to their left (or was it their right) there stood a big burly man with long blond hair guarding a ceiling high wooden door. On the door was a cool logo depicting a 'virgin' in a lewd sexual position. She considered taking a picture of it but was too drunk to fumble through her bag and locate her camera, much less aim and press a button simultaneously. But she promised herself that before leaving she'd definitely take the photo.
In that moment of picture-taking contemplation the owner of the bar she was previously patronising, had approached the bouncer and whispered something in his ear. Soon after she saw him open the door and felt the beat of the music take hold of her body and in one fluid motion she felt herself being swept into the crowded club behind the bar owner along with two bartenders and another patron she made friends with sometime after the second blowjob.
As the door locked them into the hedonistic abyss of sweating bodies gyrating on a packed dance floor, strobe lights streaking across her face, occasionally highlighting her protruding bosoms she shouted "Pordeeeeeeee".
And party she did. After two more complimentary shots at the bar, she and her new crew made their way onto the dance floor; slinking through the crowd like an erotic snake in search of it's next prey. The music reverberated through her body, causing an exhilaration comparable to the thrill of orgasm. There they were, bumping and grinding with each other, total strangers united in the communion of tequila and deep bass. The gyrating mass of bodies eventually carried her to the bottom of a staircase. A staircase which led to a landing about 6 feet off the floor and overlooking the entire dance floor. Suddenly she felt someone grab her hand leading her up those same stairs. She neither recognised the face nor the voice but the seductive animal within her wanted to display it's prowess. So she made her way, unsteadily, up the stairs.
Up there, the air was more dilute of cigarette smoke and the musk of pheromones, sweat and cologne. She was in her element. As the Ying-Yang Twins' 'Get Low' played she felt her hips rocking to and fro, then she began shaking it like a salt shaker. She dropped it like it was hot, shook that ass real fast then stopped, then she worked her way to the top. She flashed her finger and spun her head. All eyes were on her. Now she understood what an 'exotic dancer' felt like, and she LOVED it!
By now everyone on the dance floor was cheering her on. Then while T-Pain's 'Apple-Bottom Jeans' started she turned around and gave her big booty a slap. The whole crowd went wild! She was a star! She continued to bump and grind giving the crowd exactly what they wanted. She hit the floor and the next thing you know she got low, bounced her booty then slowly made her way back up, staring at her ass the entire time. It was not until she glanced back into the crowd that she saw him. He was leaning against the bar, glass in hand, drinking her in with his eyes.
Sweat dripped through her cleavage, down her stomach and into her thong, she was hot. Needing a break, she left the rest of her new friends on the landing and made her way down the stairs. As she dodged her way through the crowd she could feel strangers grinding on her while random men offered her drinks and random women looked at her in awe and envy.
Exhausted, she finally made it to the bar and settled herself onto a bar stool about 2 feet away from her admirer. He sidled up to her, his eyes fixated, until she could almost taste his breath on her lips; he was drinking Hennessey.
He offered to buy her a drink and they engaged in small conversation, she may or may not have given him her right name. But that was okay because she didn't remember his. None of these formality even mattered as before she was even halfway through her drink his tongue was half-way down her throat and his hands were groping her robust bosoms. They continued in this passionate embrace for a minute or an hour (she couldn't remember) until her favourite song began to play. She quickly chugged the rest of her drink, grabbed his hand and led him out onto the dance floor.
He held her as if he'd never let her go, whispering sweet nothings in her ear while gently grazing her neck with his lips. She felt a tingle down her spine as he carefully caressed the curve right above her buttocks. They swayed and gyrated to the music until it seemed as if everyone and everything dissipated. Until there they were, alone, floating on a steamy cloud of suppressed passion on the verge of eruption.
Then he whispered, "You wanna get out of here?"
And before he could finish his statement, they were in the elevator zooming to the ground floor. Her libido was in hyper-drive by now and all she could think of was finding the quickest place let her beast run free.
Gathering her bearings, she suddenly realised why and how she ended up at this random bar in the first place. It was the closest bar to her hotel. Or so the guidebook claimed. And if memory served her correctly her hotel was merely one block away. It was called the 'Summer's Inn' and was a fairly good deal for a traveller on a budget. So they set off, stumbling through the barren street, stopping at random intervals to grope each other.
By the time she finally managed to get the electronic card key into door correctly (the metallic strip facing right), he was already shirtless, with the body of an Adonis, and his hands were already up her dress tugging at her thong. He threw her onto the bed, positioned her on all fours, slipped on a Trojan and proceeded to enter her from behind. She was already soaking wet from her stripper performance in the club so the entry was smooth.
Taking long slow strokes at first he gradually began pummelling her from behind. With every drill she felt as if her world was shifting, spinning out of control. She was on the verge of orgasm when he suddenly pulled out of her, spun her around and kissed her passionately, working his lips down to her nipples, flicking his tongue slowly across them then sucking them as if in need of nutrition; massaging them tenderly as if kneading bread.
She moaned and purred, writhing in his strong embrace. Then he plunged into her again. Diving deeper and deeper into her core until she could have sworn she felt him in her soul. She threw her head back and braced for the rush of orgasm that was now overcoming her entire being. As she came her legs trembled and her walls contracted on his manlihood she felt him intensify then release. They both collapsed onto the bed, which had now shifted away from the wall, each taking deep breaths as their chests rose and fell in unison.
She was awoken by the sound of running water and glimpsed through the corner of her eye, a pair of jeans crumpled at the foot of the bed. She reached for it and in the process of transferring it to the chair heard a tiny cling as if a coin or something metallic had fallen out of one of his pockets. She stuck her head under the bed only to see a circular object resting in the far corner. Quickly she recovered the item, hoping to return it to it's rightful position without being detected.
She sat up on the bed and sighed deeply holding the 24 karat white gold ring in her hand. In her still wobbly hungover state she puzzled why a man would have a ring in his pocket?
Then it finally dawned on her. She had done it again. In her drunken state. Another Married Man. In that moment she contemplated keeping the ring as a memento (or punishment) but decided that it was best if he never knew that she knew. It was not as if they'd ever see each other again. So she placed the ring back into his pocket, replaced the crumpled jeans at the foot of the bed and pretended to go back to sleep.
She was still awake when he got out of the bathroom, put on his clothes and checked his cell phone, and she felt his soft lips on her forehead as he leaned over to kiss her goodbye. Then the door opened and closed behind him. He was gone. And she went back to sleep. After all it was just a One Night Stand.
*a blowjob is a shot which consists of Kahlua, Bailey's and Whipped Cream. Oh and your supposed to drink it using your mouth only. (you figure it out)
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