I had taken a holiday from work, my parents' brother and sister staying at home because they didn't want to travel. Driving down to Virginia Beach I spent the entire first day walking the beach and checking out guys, leaving me wet and horny. Going back up to the room and changing into a short black slip dress and heels and walking down to the bar.
Sitting down I ordered a rum and coke from the bartender as I crossed my tan legs and looked around the bar. I noticed this guy sitting half way down the bar, medium height, dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes. He lifted his eyes and met mine; I sat there stunned by the intensity there.
His lips rose into a half smile as he looked me up and down, making a low comment to the bartender he writes something on a piece of paper and walks towards me. Leaning towards my long brown hair, he inhales and whispers in my ear "bars like this aren't a place for a girl like you." He stands back up and walks away. I look down trembling and notice the paper by my drink.
"Room 518. If you're not scared."
I start to tremble as I finish my drink. Looking around to see if anyone notices my reaction to that simple statement and written note. I stand and move to the elevators. Standing alone inside of it I stare at the panel. 2 or 5? I bite my lip and with a trembling finger push 5. I lean back against the wall and exhale.
The elevator seems to move much faster then normal as it opens on the fifth floor. I look up and down the hall and walk to room 518; I knock on the door and it opens slowly. I take a step in and the door shuts behind me. His hard body is pushing me against the wall. I breathe in his cologne and my eyes close. His hands on each side of my head he nuzzles his face into my neck.
