He Followed Me to My Room

English is not my native language, so the text may contain some errors.

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- "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

- "What?" - Ah!

And that's how I fell to the ground after a second slap. And I felt my body trembling in a very familiar way. Maybe it's because I've been looking at his... looking at his slender body during the whole time we were sunbathing by the pool. And, even for being the same age as my father's friend, he's better preserved than him.

Right after falling to the ground, he slammed the door shut. Still on the ground, he lifted me by the neck and threw me onto the bed, landing on my back. He turned me over and removed my towel.

"Ah! What a surprise! I will have two holes for the price of one."

"Help!" I screamed for assistance as he immobilized me, letting some of his weight fall on my back.

"Stop screaming," he snapped as he slaps his hand on my right buttock. I whimpered softly, but couldn't hide it.

"Believe me, in the end you'll enjoy it," he said as he pressed himself against me. I felt his weight and his hardness and... I was starting to get aroused, a lot. I involuntarily tensed my body as he rubbed it against me. "You learn quickly."

"Don't hurt me, please. Be gentle, I beg you," I pleaded for mercy. With one hand, he held mine against my back, and with the other, he unzipped his pants. I heard it fall and then heard him remove his underwear, releasing his stiffness onto my exposed buttocks. Was hot, very hot, and so was his rigidity.

"Do you have lube?" he asked. I tried to free myself and reach for the drawer next to the big bed. I handed him the bottle of 100% natural lubricant.

I heard him pour it into his hand, and instantly felt the coolness of the liquid as it spread between my folds. A gasp involuntarily escaped my throat. A shiver ran through my body, an electric shock that was probably passed to him because he also trembled. He spread the lube along his entire length.

"This is what you wanted, right? Since you couldn't stop staring at me, I hope you enjoy it," he said as he positioned himself to enter. I just hoped he would be gentle.

And he was, I began to feel how he completely opened me up to him. He grabbed my hips to not lose me and pushed himself against me again. I moaned and shivered. I don't know what he had touched, but please, keep doing it. He seemed to have read my mind because he didn't stop pounding there again and again. I managed to slide my hand between my folds and began to move it.

My body tensed as I sensed what was coming. My moans became uncontrollable, so much so that he had to cover my mouth with his hand as he leaned in and deepened his penetration.

"Keep going, please. Don't stop. Slap me," and once again he read my mind because the pain, I felt made me reach the limit, which with a few more thrusts, I far exceeded. Then it happened, my orgasm made its way through my body, expelling moans through me that were muffled by the stranger's hand.

And in a few minutes, his orgasm happened. Several more thrusts served for him to spill inside me. I was scared, but the warmth of the liquid calmed me for a moment. One last slap served for me to say goodbye and to empty myself completely.

"I told you, you would like it," he broke the silence that had previously been filled with heavy breathing. He did it as he ran his fingers through my folds, cleaning them of his liquid. I shuddered at his touch and let out one last gasp as I tried to stabilize my breathing.

I heard in the distance as he tore a piece of paper, maybe a sheet he had taken from my notebook. He was writing something with the pencil he had been drawing with earlier. I had been sketching the swimmers in the hotel pool when I noticed his mere presence. His slender and muscular body, with a strength I had never even imagined.

"I'll text to you next time I want to see you. Room 438, add me. I hope you show up in less than ten minutes after the notice. If you don't appear, I'll look for you, and I promise you won't want me to find you," he said as he put the towel back around his waist, the bulge still noticeable in the mirror's reflection. He threw the paper on which he had written his number onto my back and left, slamming the door shut.

And I stood there, motionless on the bed, still feeling his hands over and his hardness inside my body.