Chapter 6 Night With The Stranger

• Night with the stranger
• Laurie Ston.
• His lips were soft, and his taste was of wine mixed with something sweet. His hands held me firmly, and I was sure I didn't want to stop. But I had the feeling that even if I wanted to go, I wouldn't be able to. It was the best kiss I'd ever experienced in my life, and when the guilt invaded me, I pushed it to the last corner of my being, with the image of Josh fucking his boss, it wasn't about him. That night, it was about me.
• I pulled him tighter to me as the kiss became urgent, and before I knew it, both his hands gripped my waist, and my body moved automatically onto his lap as he moved the seat back without me noticing. His hands went to my thigh, his body seemed to be on fire, he seemed to have a fever, but that detail was lost among many others because all I wanted was more. More of him. His lips moved to my neck while his hands gently pushed my hair away, my hands gripping his arms eagerly, asking him to continue, and he did.
• I felt my body shudder as he lifted my dress, his hand gripping my ass firmly. Squeezing me tightly. I searched desperately for his pants as we pulled apart just to breathe. With his eyes studying my face and meeting mine, I could see the desire on his face. I could see the pleasure as my hand brushed over his arousal.
• “What's your name?” I whispered.
• “Noah.” He answered with his eyes still locked on mine. “And yours?”
• “Laurie.” I replied with a smile playing on my lips. “It's going to sound rude, but I want to sit on you.”
• His hand squeezed me even tighter, while he nibbled on his lower lip, making me gasp and showing the shock that sentence had caused. Had I been too direct? I didn't know. But the level of alcohol in my blood didn't allow me to notice. I wanted it, I wanted it so much, and that desire seemed to be more than suffocating me.
• “You're drunk, Laurie...” He said, closing his eyes for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, his touch becoming soft.
• “I probably won't remember, but if I do, I'll also remember that I'm consenting. I'm on top, so in that case, the victim would be you.” I said. At that moment, it seemed like the most convincing argument in the world.
• I was convincing a stranger to have sex with me. I hoped I wouldn't remember that.
• His eyes opened with more desire than before, and his lips met with even more ferocity. Then his hands left my ass, only to unzip his pants. I pulled up my dress and slid my pants off while we were still kissing, and I felt my heart stop beating when I felt him close to my entrance. His hand on my waist regulated me, I moaned in response to the first attempt. He held me still, being careful. He bit my lips as I went down, getting used to it, feeling him enter me more and more, tearing me apart in unbridled pleasure. His hand gripped the back of my neck tightly, gluing my body to his as I began to move, increasingly overwhelmed by arousal. Each time I moved more, I felt in control, I felt free in a way I'd never felt before.
• “Do you want to finish this upstairs?” I said, my voice laced with pleasure.
• He nodded. Then we straightened up and quickly got out of the car. I was sweaty, and I didn't know if the look on my face could convince anyone that we weren't doing anything. I felt like a naughty girl, doing forbidden things late at night. The adrenaline was rushing through my body when I pulled his hand, leaning against the car to kiss more, and he reciprocated by grabbing my ass over my dress. Then I pulled him away quickly so that we could go to the hostel because I could wreak havoc there. I could be charged with indecent exposure.
• I didn't notice us walking with our hands intertwined to the inn, our steps were quick and silent. I didn't face him until we were in the elevator, and he pressed me up against the mirror and kissed me eagerly. His hands slipped inside my dress, and I was praying that no one would come in, when his fingers reached my entrance, playing with me and showing me stars without me having to look at the sky. When the walking stopped, we got ready and left. I led him to my room, got the door wrong at least twice, which made us both laugh, and then, on the third try, I succeeded.
• I pulled him inside by his shirt, and he closed the door behind him. I felt his hands around my body and his warm lips deepening the kiss, then, on an impulse, my legs wrapped around his waist. He moved across the small space to the bed. I felt my back touch the soft mattress, and I pulled him to me.
• For many hours, I was in paradise, he was skilled with his hand, his mouth, his body, and every detail. He was careful, gentle, but also sexy and wild. I felt exploited to absurd levels, but worshiped with every thrust. When we came together, I felt myself finally relax, after a climax I'd never reached before. It was extraordinary.
• And it was with this feeling that I passed out.
• With a stranger by my side.