One Night Stand?

I am sitting here having a drink when you walk into the bar. I come to this spot regularly, just to have a couple drinks and relax. I'm not here looking for anyone or anything. I do get lonely once in a while, but I'm not looking for a one night stand and I believe that is all you will find in a place like this. You sit down beside me and we politely smile at one another. My attention is focused on the papers in front of me. I printed some stuff off the Internet just before I left the house. Some great recipes I found while surfing the web. I've been giving it my all to try to broaden my culinary experience. I am a great cook, but have only a few specialties and I'm a very picky eater. All of a sudden I can feel your hot breath on my neck. It startles me. I quickly look over and you're right there. Our noses are almost touching. Your eyes are so beautiful. I'm stunned by the electricity we share. You lean back and apologize. You tell me that you noticed the recipes and thought you might be able to get a couple hints for your own kitchen. If this is a line, I am buying it. We order another drink and I share my recipes with you as well as the web site I found them on. We chat about several different cultural experiences and end up on the subject of sex, somehow. I withdraw a little; sex is not a subject I normally discuss openly with strangers. You ask me if I've ever had a one-night stand. My reply is simply, "I don't discuss my sex life with strangers." You say that it's only fair you know a little about my past partners since we'll be enjoying each other sexually later this evening. I chuckle a little and say, "I don't think so." I am blushing, shocked, excited and think to myself that yes, maybe we will. You place your hand lightly on my thigh, steadying it, waiting for rejection. I only look into your eyes, wanting, wishing, and hoping. You are brave and push your hand right between my legs, stroking gently. I feel the heat from your hand and almost explode. "Mmmm," you whisper in my ear. My body shudders with excitement and you know I want you. You lean in and kiss me while you continue stroking me. You kiss softly at first, then your mouth demands more. Our tongues darting around each other's. You end the kiss and pull back, I gasp. I had been holding my breath. You smile, oh so mischievously. You tug on my arm and say, "Let's go." You pay for our drinks, I pick up my papers and we head for the door. Outside, I stop and wonder what I am doing. You sense my hesitation and lean in with another demanding kiss. Your mouth taking more, draining my strength to resist. "I want you so bad, I need to taste every inch of you," you whisper in my ear. My knees buckle and my heart starts to race. My juices are flowing. I ask where we are going and say I should take my own car. You tell me you can't wait and won't risk me changing my mind. I get into your car with you expecting to be taken to some shady motel. You pull in front of the Hilton and the valet opens my door. I'm impressed and relieved in the same sense. Then continue to wonder, what am I doing? We walk into the lobby and you practically pull me to the desk so you can check in. You are already a guest here. You tell the desk to send up some wine and some strawberries right away. You explain to me that you are in town on business and were not looking for someone to be with. We take the elevator to your floor, you keep eye contact and caress my hand in yours. When the doors open, we practically run to your room. You open the door and pull me inside. Leaning against the door you pull me to you. You devour my mouth, asking for more. You hands are all over my body as I explore yours in return. The heat between us is breathtaking.

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