It was the last friday of the month, and there we were hanging out at our favourite place. This was a pub and a disco at the street level as part of a hotel above. The crowd was exactly like us, mostly office goers. We were a bunch of girls, to be exact three, and the other two were my best friends from college. Meeting on the last friday of the month was a ritual we followed religiously. every month, a new place. And as usual we were eating and drinking, dancing a bit and talking and commenting on everyone around us. And not necessarily in that order.
On the table next to us was a group of men doing exactly the same thing. One of them asked me for a dance and somehow we became one large group. This guy from that group had been eyeing me for a while. I could feel his interested gaze on me from time to time. He talked less it seemed and I talked so much, I even talked to myself in my head.
"Why doesn't he ask me for a dance since he is eyeing me so much." I had learned that he was an out of towner and was staying upstairs in one of the hotel rooms. I went over to him and asked him to dance. He got up and accompanied me to the dance floor.
"He moves well. I wonder how he moves in bed", I thought as we danced. Then the music turned to a slow number. He took me in his arms and we were joined top to toe. My eyes were level with his lips which to my joy were coming down to kiss me. He was stroking my back. I felt him hardening slowly. He wasn't trying to hide it. He didn't pull away. He clasped my hips and held me tight into him. I felt his hardness pressing into me.
"Would you like to come upstairs with me? I fly out tomorrow morning." This was a one night thing. That was clear. I could take it, if I wanted.
"Yes," I said. He smiled and said "I'm glad". He kissed me lightly on the lips and took my hand. "We're leaving now", he announced to our combined group and I followed him silently. We walked to the elevator bank hand in hand.
"Is everyone looking at us? Does everyone know I am about to have sex with a man I just met"? It wasn't my first time, but it was my first like this, with an unknown man, a man I just met, in his hotel room, walking away from my friends and his friends.