Anna slid the key card into her hotel room door, exhausted from a long day of conference sessions and networking. Her cheeks were sore from the forced smile she wore all day, and her feet were screaming to get out of her sexy impractical heels. At only 5 feet tall, with generous curves, Anna endured the torture because she liked that the gave her the slight illusion of being taller and leaner.
Desperate for a long hot shower, Ann's stripped out of her suit, as her mind began to wander to the sexy stranger she kept seeing throughout the day. She'd first noticed in him standing in the back of the room of the first session. Standing over 6 feet tall, with black shaggy hair and equally dark eyes, he was impossible not to notice. He was leaning casually against the wall, his boot clad feet crossed. Unlike the rest of the conference attendees, he wasn't in a standard professional attire. Along with the boots, he was clad in jeans and a black T-shirt that hugged his well defined chest and arms. As she greedily took in his complete form, she caught his intense stare. Realizing, she'd been caught, Anna blushed and quickly looked away. But throughout the day, he kept appearing in random places, and every time her eye was immediately drawn to him.
As Anna stepped into the hot stream of water and began to wash away the day, she thought more about the sexy stranger and the way her body had trembled when she met his stare. She let her hands wander to her nipples, lightly caressing them at first, then pinching and pulling each one to illicit the sharp pain she loved, all the while imagining the stranger. Next her hand followed the path of the water, down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. She slid two fingers inside her already wet pussy, wishing it was the stranger's hand. As she pictured him in front her, her fingers began to pump in and out furiously. The orgasm was fast and brief, just enough to take the immediate edge off, but not enough to satisfy her.
Anna was grateful for her ability to climax easily and quickly. She couldn't imagine the plight of her friend Sally, who had never had an orgasm. But she also worried that it came with curse of insatiability. She always wanted more. In theory that made her the dream woman, but in practice she had found men grew frustrated. How could she blame them, when she was frustrated with herself. It had been over a year since she'd had sex, but masturbation just didn't hold much appeal. It always left her feeling emptier and ultimately hornier.
Turning off the water, Anna grabbed the fluffy hotel towel, squeezed the excess water out of her hair, and began drying herself off. She had just slid on the hotel provided robe when there was a knock on her door followed by a deep voice stating "room service."
"That's strange," she thought. "They must have the wrong room." She opened the door a few inches, and started to say just that, when a large hand gripped the edge of the door and slammed it all the way open, knocking her into the wall. Anna lay crumpled, trying to get her bearings, when she heard the heavy hotel door shut and lock. She then felt someone very large straddling her waist, making it impossible for her to move. Gathering her wits, she began to open her mouth to scream when the intruder shoved a large wad of fabric inside. She reached up with her hands to try to do something, but before she could get them even an inch or two off the floor, the intruder pulled them above her head, pinning both of her wrists with one hand. Anna whimpered, realizing she was truly helpless. She looked up into the eyes of the intruder and froze. She was looking into the piercing black stare of the very man she had just been fantasizing about in the shower.
