I walked into my hotel room and started fumbling for the light switch. I was a bit tipsy. That is when I was pushed into the room by a male body being pressed to mine from behind and the door closed behind us.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you," he said softly into my ear.
His voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I could not pinpoint where I had heard it before. I considered screaming and fighting to get away -- but something stopped me. I found I was slightly excited. It had been so long since I had done anything interesting or exciting.
It was still pitch dark in the room so I could not see anything. He was still pressed up behind me and I could feel he was excited. His hands were now on my hips and he dragged them around until they were on my breasts. I stood motionless as he lightly squeezed and massaged them until my nipples hardened. He took them between his fingers through my shirt and I was happy I had not worn a bra. It felt so good. His heavy breathing on my neck was warm.
As he played with my hardened nipples, I was wanting his hands on my bare skin. As if reading my mind, his hands traveled down to the hem of my shirt and he pulled if over my head. He brought his hands back down to my now bare breasts and as he started rolling my nipples between his fingers, I felt a wave of pleasure rip through me ending in my pussy, which I was sure was getting wet. A moan escaped my lips. At this, on the small of my back I felt his hard cock jump in his pants. I found myself wanting more.
I wanted his cock.
I wanted to be fucked.
I wanted to cum.
I wanted to cum hard.
I pressed back with my body and started to sway a bit, knowing I was rubbing against his cock. He let out a slight moan then reached down to pull up my skirt. His hand trailed across my hips and the tops of my thighs, then across my lower stomach. The tips of his fingers dragging across my pelvis. Then he ran one hand down over my underwear across my pussy.
"Wow, you're so wet." He whispered.
He lightly ran his fingers over my pussy making me even wetter. He traced the edge of my panties with his finger letting it dip under. I was anxious for it to find home. I wanted to feel it slide across my clit, to dip inside of me. He took his time teasing. So close to where I wanted it. My body involuntarily trying to guide him where I wanted him. He laughed, slid his finger between my folds and up across my clit. This triggered another moan. He repeated this movement over and over slowly, then dipped his finger into me.