There I was, stuck overnight in a London hotel after the airline rescheduled my connecting flight. I was feeling adventurous though, and having never been to this city before, I called down to the hotel concierge for a recommendation of things to do. Unfortunately, it was a holiday and the hotel was nowhere near the city itself, so it seemed that any amount of sightseeing would either be unavailable or incredibly expensive. Disappointed, I went down to the hotel lobby for dinner, but even the restaurant there was desolate. I ate quickly and decided to go back up to my room.
But I kept thinking that it was such a waste not to do something memorable, as I wasn't sure when I'd ever be in London again. Since I was no stranger to Craigslist, I decided to see if there was anyone close by who might want to have a drink together; at least that could be interesting. I browsed the local ads and one caught my eye: "I Want to Eat Your Pussy." Not quite what I had in mind, but I was certainly intrigued. After a few flirtatious emails with the author of the ad, I agreed to meet him in the hotel lobby in about an hour.
Excited and nervous, I wanted to shower before meeting this stranger. I turned on the water, making it as hot as I could stand. The steam filled the bathroom as I ran my hands over my body, studying myself in the mirror. My bright blue eyes complimented my dark blonde hair, which fell loosely over my shoulder. I cupped my 32B breasts, which nicely fit my thin 5'3" frame, my nipples already stiffening with excitement. I rolled one nipple between my fingers while my other hand slid down my flat stomach, and gently rubbed between my freshly waxed pussy lips. I was already damp. I stopped myself, not wanting to get carried away so soon, and stepped into the shower.
I decided to wear something casual, just a pair of jeans and heeled boots with a loose, light blue top. The top showed a bit of cleavage and I decided against a bra, which put my hard nipples on full display through the thin fabric. With butterflies in my stomach, I made my way down to the lobby. We had agreed that if I felt uncomfortable, I didn't have to invite him up to my room. I took a seat on one of the chairs by the door, fidgeting and anxiously checking my phone. A few minutes later, he walked in the door and I caught his eye.
"Rebecca?" he asked. I stood and nodded, and he walked over to me. "I'm Amir," he said as he greeted me with a soft kiss on the cheek and we sat down opposite each other. "It's a pleasure to meet you," I said, and it really was. To say he was tall, dark and handsome may be cliche, but it was accurate. He stood nearly a foot taller than me, thin but muscular, with dark cocoa skin and a nicely trimmed beard. I caught the scent of his cologne, warm and slightly woodsy. His deep brown eyes sparkled as we made small talk, and his smile instantly put me at ease. After a few minutes, I asked if he wanted to go up to my room.
