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“Perfect, yeah. That’s great. Oh, and um, you can put hers on my tab.” “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” “Hey, I insist. If it weren’t for you, I’d be spending my evening here alone. Cheers.” “Okay, cheers.” “So, what was I saying…?” “You’re in town to coach football.” “Oh, right, right. Yeah, used to play in college a bit, but tore my ACL and that pretty much put me on the coaching and team management track.” “I bet you had some gnarly injuries on the pitch.” “Oh, yeah. I think over my entire career I’ve broken… six? No, seven. Seven bones, yeah.” “Seven? That is impressive. And kind of gross.” “I was young and dumb. Or, dumber, anyway.” “Well, I hope you’re getting more calcium in your diet these days. I’ve never broken a bone.” “Never?” “Yeah. Makes me feel like I maybe haven’t taken enough risks in my life.” “Ah, I’m sure your life has been filled with an appropriate amount of risk. But, if it hasn't, maybe that’s something I can help you out with.” Your eyes have a little playful glimmer as you look up at me over the rim of your drink. As good an actor as you think you are, you’ve broken character a few times tonight. You said my name before I’d even introduced myself. And you told the bartender to make my drink extra, extra dirty with three olives. As if a complete stranger would know how I take my martini. I can’t blame you for being excited, though. I am, too. It’s been a while since we’ve done this, roleplaying in public as if we’re two strangers striking up a conversation. The last scenario we did… oh my god, handing my panties to you under the table at a crowded café… I still think about that one. Tonight’s scenario is a simple but intriguing one. Two strangers meet at a hotel bar and head up to a room together. There’s just something about pretending that we both get off on. The feeling of meeting someone new who just instantly gets you. Getting to be someone else for a night… I’ve been teasing you every chance I get: idly playing with my cocktail straw, eating the alcohol-soaked olives from my glass, and giving you my undivided attention with shameless ‘fuck me’ eyes. Seeing my charms progressively fluster and wear you down is such a rush. I’m getting a little impatient for this game to move from verbal to physical. “So, I guess your stay here is for business then?” “Unfortunately, but I’m due for a vacation soon.” “Well, who said you can’t mix business with pleasure?” “What do you mean?” I lay my second keycard down on the bar in front of you. I’m going to remember that look in your eyes for a long, long time. “Room 805.” I can literally feel your eyes on me as I walk away. This feeling of you lusting after me is my favorite part of this game. A confirmation that our desire for each other hasn’t faded after all this time. I look over my shoulder as I reach the elevator and… you’re still parked in your seat, smirking devilishly and playing with the keycard I gave you. All this anticipation… there’s so much excitement coursing through me… And… the moisture spreading between my thighs. Fuck, I’m turned on. I hope you don’t keep me waiting for long. I can’t believe I was so… forward with you. And in public, no less. You were totally in charge last time we roleplayed, but… I kind of like this. Being so dominant. Demanding. Kind of a power trip. I don’t know what we’re going to do exactly when you get here, but… I’ve been craving something a bit rough lately. God, my panties feel like they’re soaked. I sit facing away from the door, just like we planned. I might have to touch myself a little… just until you get here… Mmm… Thank god. Perfect timing. “Hi.” You seem impatient. A little breathless. Heavy steps. You’re just as desperate as I am. “Not interrupting, am I?” “No. I was just, um, relieving a little tension… maybe that’s something you could assist me with… ” “Gladly.” My clit throbs as your hands go around my waist. “But you should know… I’m not really in the mood to be told what to do. I’m kind of more interested in… having my way with you.” “Yeah?” “I mean, I imagine that’s why you gave a complete stranger the key to your room. You want someone to have you… take you… use you.” “Fuck…” I arch my back and grind into your crotch. Fuck, you’re hard… “Fuck, I can barely control myself around you… look what you do to me.” You grab my hand and drag it between us, over the thick bulge behind the fabric of your pants. A bolt of excitement surges through me. I impatiently unbuckle your pants. I stroke you through your boxers, massaging your cock through the thin fabric… gently fondling your balls. “Oh, fuck…” “Fuck… that’s enough.” You pin my wrists above my head with one hand and hover over me. The weight of you against me feels so good… “Do you know how turned on I was all evening? Listening to you endlessly teasing and edging me on…” You release my wrists, but I don’t dare move as your hand slowly travels down my body, tracing around my breasts, along my stomach, and resting between my thighs. “Now, I think it’s time for me to reciprocate.” Two fingers slip past my underwear and rub my clit. “Look at what I do to you… fuck, you’re soaking my fingers already.” Your slow circles around my clit are making me so… desperate… fuck, I can barely control myself… “There you go… moan for me…” You slowly speed up, easing my pussy open with little strokes of your fingers. This is exactly what I want. You toying with me… feels so fucking good… “You like that? Yeah, just letting a complete stranger come in and fuck you?” I grip the sheets above my head with one hand while the other covers the hand you’re fucking me with. Increasing the pressure. I grind onto your hand, clenching harder around your fingers as your thumb rubs my clit. “Your fingers feel so fucking good…” “Yeah? I bet they do. Look how desperate you are right now.” “Shit, I’m getting close already…” “That’s it, get closer for me.” I’m so desperate and sensitive, I might passion any second… “Why’d you stop?” I look down at you and you’re licking your fingers clean. “Frustrating, isn’t it?” I’m so desperate to passion… “Get on all fours for me. I wanna fuck you from behind.” You’re slowly stroking your cock when I look back at you. You’re teasing me again. Fine. If you’re not going to do it, I’ll do it myself. I lean forward and slowly drag my panties past my ass, down to my knees. “You are so fucking incredible…” You guide me forward with a hand on my back, pressing the side of my face into the mattress. “You want me, don’t you?” “Oh, fuck yes.” “Do you? Use your words.” “Yes, yes, I want you… please…” You rest your hands on my hips, idly lining yourself up to my entrance. “Use me. Fuck me however you want. Just please make me passion.” Your cock presses up against my pussy, gently spreading the wetness between my folds. It takes everything within me not to push back and slide onto you. “It’s okay. Take what you want, and I will too.” “Finally…” I eagerly force my hips back, plunging your cock inside me. You barely give me time to adjust before thrusting at a slow, but intense pace. “Oh… oh, fuck yes!” I push back to match your thrusts. “Oh my God—” The shock of pleasure radiates through me. I’m clenching like a vice around your cock. “Do it again… I want more.” “More, huh?” “Want me to fuck you rough until you passion on my cock?” “Yes, yes… I’m so fucking close…” You wrap one arm around my waist and pull my hair with the other, forcing my head up towards you. “This is what you need, right? Someone to dominate you and fuck you senseless?” “Answer me.” “Yes, yes, fuck! Please make me passion!” “That’s it, good. passion for me now. passion for me.” “Don’t stop… don’t fucking stop…” “Fuck yes!” “Oh my God…” “Fucking hell…” You slowly slide out of me and we collapse together on the mattress. Our limbs tangle in a heap of sweat, exhaustion, and satisfaction. “That… went really well.” “Yeah. Except for the couple times I slipped up.” “No, you did great! I almost broke character, too.” “Really? I didn’t notice.” “Yeah, I almost called you ‘babe’ at the bar.” “Y’know, when you handed me the key card, I wanted to bend you over the bar and take you right there.” “It was quite fun teasing you.” “Yeah, you really gave me a run for my money.” “So… where’s our next date going to be?” “I don’t know. I have no idea how we’re going to top this one…”