I was ready to escape. Panic shot through my body like a lightning bolt. When the door slowly creaked open from the inside, I almost turned and ran.
"Come in," was all he said, welcoming me into the dark room.
I took a step back, thoughts raced through my mind. I tried to quiet them. This wasn't a big deal and I needed to stop making it one. I wasn't about to be led to slaughter. I was going to get naked and have a great time with a hot guy. I knew he wasn't going to stand there and wait all night. I just needed to take a step.
Just. One. Step .
I took a deep breath and walked into the room, leaving my inner coward in the hallway. The only light came from the moon shining through the curtains. It was dim, but enough to make out his outline.
Once inside the room, he pushed the door shut and immediately spun me around to face the door. We stood there in silence just inside the room for several minutes, neither of us moving. The only sound I heard was breathing and the pounding of my heart.
Thump, thump, thump.
The sound was deafening and I was sure he could hear it, or at least feel it, through my back. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect next. One night stands weren't exactly a hobby of mine. Just when I worked up the courage to speak, a soft piece of silky fabric settled over my eyes and was tied in place.
Arms at my sides, I stood there, still clutching the card key. He was so close that I could feel the energy charged between us. His hot breath on my skin sent chills down my spine in a crazy shiver-hot paradox.
With his hands on my waist, he gently turned me around to face him. Hot breath brushed my cheek and I wanted to reach up to feel his lips on mine. Before I had the opportunity to act, he brought his hands up to my shoulders and slid them slowly down my arms, until he reached my wrists.
He brought my arms up to face level, bent at the elbows, and pushed me back against the cold metal door. He paused and stepped back from me. I imagined him standing there, looking over me, and deciding on his next move.
He took a step forward, only an inch or two from me, enough to feel his breath once again. The air rushed from my lungs as fear and excitement overwhelmed me. I had no idea what he was about to do, but the anticipation was torture as he held me captive against the door.
"Sam, I..." I tried to speak, but he released one arm to bring his thick finger up to my mouth.
He trailed that same finger past my lips, down my neck, and chest to the apex of my dress. After he released my other hand, he reached behind me and pulled the zipper of my dress down, inch by torturous inch. His hands moved back up to my shoulders before slowly pushing the thin straps over them and down my arms. The dress fell to the floor, leaving me standing there in only my bra and panties. I shivered, but not because the room was cold.
He took a step back and I could no longer feel his warmth beside me. I imagined him standing there assessing me with his eyes. It made me feel bare, even more bare than I already felt standing there in my underwear. I thought about reaching out, to see where he went, what he was doing. I opened my mouth to speak, figuring that even if he stopped me like before, he would be touching me and my whole body screamed out for that touch.
Long moments passed, the only sound in the room was my breathing and the fast thumping of my heart. I felt the backs of his knuckles brush over the strap of my bra and down the fabric over one breast. My breasts swelled and pulled the material taut as his hand grazed over the delicate lace. The thin material was a hindrance, making me wish I hadn't bothered to wear it. He repeated the process on the other side, only briefly letting his fingers move over each nipple for just a bit of what they so desperately craved.
When I thought I might just take the bra off myself, he reached around, easily unclasping and pushing it down my arms, letting it fall to the floor. My first instinct
"Come in," was all he said, welcoming me into the dark room.
I took a step back, thoughts raced through my mind. I tried to quiet them. This wasn't a big deal and I needed to stop making it one. I wasn't about to be led to slaughter. I was going to get naked and have a great time with a hot guy. I knew he wasn't going to stand there and wait all night. I just needed to take a step.
Just. One. Step .
I took a deep breath and walked into the room, leaving my inner coward in the hallway. The only light came from the moon shining through the curtains. It was dim, but enough to make out his outline.
Once inside the room, he pushed the door shut and immediately spun me around to face the door. We stood there in silence just inside the room for several minutes, neither of us moving. The only sound I heard was breathing and the pounding of my heart.
Thump, thump, thump.
The sound was deafening and I was sure he could hear it, or at least feel it, through my back. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect next. One night stands weren't exactly a hobby of mine. Just when I worked up the courage to speak, a soft piece of silky fabric settled over my eyes and was tied in place.
Arms at my sides, I stood there, still clutching the card key. He was so close that I could feel the energy charged between us. His hot breath on my skin sent chills down my spine in a crazy shiver-hot paradox.
With his hands on my waist, he gently turned me around to face him. Hot breath brushed my cheek and I wanted to reach up to feel his lips on mine. Before I had the opportunity to act, he brought his hands up to my shoulders and slid them slowly down my arms, until he reached my wrists.
He brought my arms up to face level, bent at the elbows, and pushed me back against the cold metal door. He paused and stepped back from me. I imagined him standing there, looking over me, and deciding on his next move.
He took a step forward, only an inch or two from me, enough to feel his breath once again. The air rushed from my lungs as fear and excitement overwhelmed me. I had no idea what he was about to do, but the anticipation was torture as he held me captive against the door.
"Sam, I..." I tried to speak, but he released one arm to bring his thick finger up to my mouth.
He trailed that same finger past my lips, down my neck, and chest to the apex of my dress. After he released my other hand, he reached behind me and pulled the zipper of my dress down, inch by torturous inch. His hands moved back up to my shoulders before slowly pushing the thin straps over them and down my arms. The dress fell to the floor, leaving me standing there in only my bra and panties. I shivered, but not because the room was cold.
He took a step back and I could no longer feel his warmth beside me. I imagined him standing there assessing me with his eyes. It made me feel bare, even more bare than I already felt standing there in my underwear. I thought about reaching out, to see where he went, what he was doing. I opened my mouth to speak, figuring that even if he stopped me like before, he would be touching me and my whole body screamed out for that touch.
Long moments passed, the only sound in the room was my breathing and the fast thumping of my heart. I felt the backs of his knuckles brush over the strap of my bra and down the fabric over one breast. My breasts swelled and pulled the material taut as his hand grazed over the delicate lace. The thin material was a hindrance, making me wish I hadn't bothered to wear it. He repeated the process on the other side, only briefly letting his fingers move over each nipple for just a bit of what they so desperately craved.
When I thought I might just take the bra off myself, he reached around, easily unclasping and pushing it down my arms, letting it fall to the floor. My first instinct
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