Hotel Hookup With a Stranger

 I wasn’t supposed to be here.

My flight got delayed. Subsequently, I ended up in this roadside hotel for the night. It’s dim and lonely. The whole place feels like I’m the only one checking in. I had to ding the bell at the front desk to get someone to come out. She looked like she’d been taking a nap in the back room. Was she having a hotel hookup with a stranger? It’s so late, I didn’t even text anyone back home to say I’d be back tomorrow.

I’m completely anonymous here.

My room isn’t unwelcoming, but it is very empty with a loud AC fan already blasting. I put my things down after a long trek through the airport and finally feel relieved. At least I’m somewhere, even if it’s not home. At least I get to sleep. The last thing I’m thinking about is a hotel hookup with a stranger. Then, it hits me. I didn’t get any food. A whole new wave of frustration hits me as I realize I might need to make do with things from the vending machine.

I grab my wallet and go down the hallways, following the sound of humming electricity. Inside a small alcove, I see the glow of soda machines and what I hope is at least one snack machine with quality munchies that can substitute for a meal. Instead, I see you.

A hotel hookup with a stranger seems more likely.

You turn your head when I approach, away from the soda you’re contemplating. Wow. Your eyes stop me in my tracks. Then, the corner of your mouth turns up, as if you recognize me and are just saying a quick hello. But we don’t know each other. Do we? No, there’s no way. But you seem so familiar. I smile back, like a reflex. I mumble something about not having any dinner. I’m embarrassed, like a kid at a high school dance. Here I am, at this event, all alone. I feel unprepared. Now, suddenly, this pair of piercing eyes is looking right at me, and I don’t know what to do.

Your expression becomes curious. “Perfect,” I hear you say. Perfect? That I haven’t eaten. Are you looking for a hotel hookup with a stranger? Then, you explain that the pizza place you ordered from had made you the wrong order, then given you both pizzas when they corrected it, and they were sitting in your room. Meanwhile, you were stopping by the vending machines for some ice and soda before having your own, but the other was probably going to go to waste, unless you could offer it to… me, perhaps?

What luck. No strings attached, you clarify. I am free to take the food back to my room or down to the lonely lobby bar if I want to eat it while supervised, in case it ended up laced with sedatives. THAT would lead to a hotel hookup with a stranger, but not in a good way. In any case, there’s something about your eyes and the flickering lights in these hallways that makes me not want to be alone. As a result, I suggest we split the difference.

Want to eat pizza together here in this vending machine room?

Clearly, no one else exists here, at the end of the earth. It’s just you and me. With a chuckle, you agree and bring the pizzas to the vending room, which has a tiny table for no discernible reason other than for this exact night. Ultimately, this is perfect. (More perfect than a hotel hookup with a stranger? We’ll see.) We have (almost) everything we need right here. It’s like having dinner outside the back door of a restaurant after the kitchen is closed.

When we’re done, I thank you for being so kind. I give you a little curtsy, as a gesture of thanks. You take my hand, lift it to your lips, and kiss the back. I feel your mouth on my skin, soft and attentive. The wetness of your lips grazes against my hand gently like that first wave when you step into the ocean. After that, you’ve officially done me in.

I want a hotel hookup with a stranger.

That is to say, I’m going to help you clean up. I gather the trash with you. I bring the leftovers and drinks to your room. We put everything down where it belongs, and thank you for being so nice. Then, I turn and look at you. As I’d hoped, you’re looking at me, too. That’s it, this is where the hotel hookup with a stranger starts. Without thinking too much, I let it happen. Our hands are on each other, and we are wrestling with our clothes.

Buttons, belts, and shoes are being torn off. Your tongue is in my mouth. My breath is hot in your ear. My mind starts to blur as I feel your fingers sink into my panties. Your hard cock presses against me, and I wonder why I waited so long to invite myself into your room. You obviously like that I’m a young cougar.

Time stretches and squeezes as you do the same to my pussy. I get glimpses of the bedside clock, sometimes making out numbers. It reads two, four, zero, as if I can make any sense of those things right now. They’re all meaningless. My hotel hookup with a stranger is the only thing I can make sense of. I can only feel your body taking over mine, and vice versa.

I taste your mouth as it comes towards me again and again.

Then, I drift off to sleep at some point, knowing vaguely in the back of my mind that I have somewhere to be. I feel a whisper in my ear, though I don’t make out the words, and the world feels quieter around me. I can barely even remember that I had a hotel hookup with a stranger. With a jolt, I wake up to daylight. There’s a note.

Hannah, thanks for the amazing dinner date. Don’t forget your stuff in your room and on your flight. Another pizza soon xx

I think that’s a great idea. Or maybe next time, we meet up for some public night club sex. Either way, good thing you put your number in my phone. Thanks for giving me a hotel hookup with a stranger.

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