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Perfect Strangers, a short story by Nitemoves. Date added: 2011-10-24. Times viewed: 5100.

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Intro: You never know who you will meet M/F

The hotel bar was crowded, typical for five oclock on a Friday night. Groups of people stood around tables, laughing and talking and discussing the days events. By some quirk of fate, the bodies parted and their eyes met across the room. The noise and voises disapeared instantly as they stared into each others eyes. There was something there, something both of them recognised in the others gaze. They knew at that very moment they would be together that night.

Startled at what had just happened, she was first to break off, turning back to her group. She tried to pick up the conversation but her mind was elsewhere. When she stole a glance back in his direction, he seemed deep in conversation with what appeared to be a friend or colleague. Little did she realise that he too was just going through the motions and was snatching glimpses of her at every opportunity.

As the evening wore on, his group was the first to leave, dwindling one by one until he was left standing alone at his table. To her annoyance, her friends persisted, ordering more drinks and not looking like leaving anytime soon. He finished his drink and made for the door. Her heart was in her mouth as she watched him making to leave, petrified that he may disappear. As he walked to the door he brushed by her. She felt something being pressed into her hand, a folded piece of paper. As casually as she could, she held it under the table out of sight and opened it. The number 1175 was all it said.

Finally alone, she pressed the button for the Eleventh floor. The ride seemed to take forever and when the doors finally opened, she almost ran out. With her heart pounding, she walked the corridor, counting down the rooms. I must be mad she thought, going to a complete strangers room alone. She came to the door, raised her hand to knock. She hesitated, then thought what the hell and knocked.

Before the door had clicked shut they were in each others arms, kissing frantically. He pressed hard against her, pinning her against the wall, his hand sliding up under her skirt, rubbing her thigh. His fingers touched her panties and she parted her legs for him. He stroked the soft material, his fingertips running up and down the crease in the middle. She reached down and gripped the bulge in his trousers, squeezing the hard cock trapped inside. His fingers slid inside her panties and then one of them slipped deep between her pussy lips, into the pool of wetness trapped between them. When he touched her clit she moaned with pleasure and her hips pushed forward as he started to stroke it.

Still locked together, he backed her towards the bed. When she felt it against the back of her legs, she fell back on it, her skirt up round her waist. He pulled off her panties. Her legs parted wide and he fell to his knees between them, urgently needing to taste her parted wet pussy.

He licked between her glistening lips, lapping up every drop of the neverending wetness streaming from her opening. He lapped at her hard swolln clit, over and over as her hips bucked against his mouth. She came with a loud moan, hips jerking and her legs shuddering uncontrollably. A gush of wetness sprayed from her pussy, drenching his face.

Now she wanted his cock, wanted something hard inside her. He climbed up over her, his cock rigid and glistening at the tip with precum. He bent and took a nipple in his mouth as he pressed the swollen tip of his cock between her lips. Her opening resisted and then gave way and he slid deep inside her pussy. He tarted to thrust, slow at first and then harder and faster as his excitement grew. She matched his thrusts and urged him on with pleas to "Fuck her hard" until she felt him freeze, his cock erupting deep inside her body.

Laying back in bed, spent and enjoying a cold drink, they both realised they hadnt spoken a word to each other or even knew each others name. Maybe thats how they would keep it.........perfect strangers,

The End

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