It'd been three days and still nothing.
He'd thought he might get some action on the first night, but had been disappointed when she'd disappeared with nothing more than a pat on his chest.
He'd almost hoped to get some action on the second night, but had been disappointed when she'd disappeared with nothing more than a chaste kiss on his cheek.
And now he was positively chomping at the bit for some action tonight.
She professed to not being that kind of girl, but he hadn't believed it. She acted like that kind of girl. She looked and smelled like that kind of girl. She must be that kind of girl.
Perhaps she wasn't that kind of girl with every other man, but he'd quickly decided that with him, she'd be that kind of girl. For him she'd give it up sooner. And like it.
They'd met up by chance, seated next to each other on a late night, cross-country flight. They'd started out in a minor disagreement over the overhead light. She'd want to read and he'd wanted to sleep, and a compromise wasn't an option.
So he'd talked her ear off until she'd finally put the book down and turned off the light.
He'd smirked to himself, had barely managed to contain his snort of amusement at having gotten his way.
Had nearly choked when he felt the heat of a small hand find its way under the blanket and onto his upper thigh.
The brazen hussy had quickly turned the tables on him and sleep was no longer an option.
And she knew it because just as soon as his cock had sprung to attention, she'd removed her hand and turned the light back on. Quietly picked up her book and opened it to the marked page.
But he didn't miss the glint in her eye or the subtle turn of her lips as she read her stupid book and ignored him.
By the time the plane landed he'd managed to assuage his feral thoughts, but really he wanted nothing more than to assuage his inner beast by plunging his hard cock into the warmth of her pussy. Or that delectable, smirking mouth.
How they'd both ended up in the lounge of the same hotel was beyond him, but he'd silently thanked the comedian of errors for making it so. Retribution was in sight.
He'd sent her a drink, she'd sent it back.
So he drank it.
Finally walked over to her and sat down in the chair beside hers.
She eyed him skeptically, but then went back to reading her book.
That stupid fucking book that she just couldn't take her eyes off of for more than a moment.
"Is that a religious testament you're reading or can you spare a few minutes for some conversation?"
She snorted, kept her eyes focused on the book as she responded, "Some may call it a religious experience, but I'm more realistic than that."
"Then what would you call it?"
"Porn."
He'd been a little shocked by this confession and instantly became even more turned on.
A hot woman who appreciated the finer points of porn.
Perfect.
Or at least it had seemed to be so at the time.
Now, two nights later, he had to wonder where things had gone wrong.
This was his last night here. He had one last chance to fuck her and then it would be over.
He didn't know her name and she didn't know his, so after this there'd be nothing left. He'd have to live with the failure for the rest of his days and never know the feeling of having her naked beneath him. Over him. Beside him.
Failure was not an option.
She'd be waiting for him in the lounge. Seated at the bar, sipping an expensive scotch.
And if she had her way she'd spend the rest of the night teasing him.
But not tonight. Tonight he had a plan. A guaranteed, foolproof plan. A plan that would appeal to her inner porn star. Assuming, of course, that she really had one.
If not, he'd know it was all pointless and he'd be able to rest easy knowing she was a battle never to be won by anyone.
But if it worked -- if it worked -- he'd spend the rest of the night getting her out of his system.
He nodded to himself reassuringly as the elevator doors opened. Stepped into the lobby confidently and made his way into the lounge.
Immediately saw her seated at the bar, legs crossed, short skirt hiked up to reveal the very top of one thigh-high black stocking. She picked up her glass, her tongue slicking the rim as she brought it to her lips.
He swallowed, forced himself to continue forward, plan intact.
He didn't stop until he reached her side, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head, his fingers threading in her hair and gripping tightly. He pulled slightly, not enough to actually hurt her but just enough to get her attention.
Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes met his, the flicker of surprise quickly firing into something else. Something dangerous and challenging.
He bent his head down until his lips touched her ear then whispered, "Let's do this."
He felt the shiver run through her body, heard her breathing accelerate. Was so focused on her inner reactions he didn't notice her moving until her hands gripped his head and she pulled him to her.
Her lips were firm and hungry, her tongue swiping over his mouth, teasing and begging at the same time. He opened for her, stifling a gasp as she plundered his mouth, her tongue sliding along his teeth,
She whimpered into his mouth, her hands releasing his head and clutching at his shoulders.
Desire raged through him, pooling in his groin and quickly firing every needy cell in his body. He pulled away from her, grasping her hand and pulling her off the barstool. She didn't wait for him to lead her from the bar, just gripped his hand tightly and walked towards the lobby.
Luckily, the elevator was already there.
And it was empty.
