It was supposed to be a quiet Saturday. A lazy morning in bed, endless scrolling, maybe some laundry if I could be bothered. But at exactly 11:16am, my phone buzzed with a message that would turn an ordinary weekend into something I’d be thinking about for weeks.
“You free this afternoon? There’s a hotel just off the M4. Meet me there at 2.”
No name. Just the same number I’d flirted with for two weeks. We’d traded pictures, cheeky banter, late-night confessions. But until that moment, it had all lived in the safety of screens.
And now he wanted reality.
The Hotel
The place wasn’t luxurious, but it was discreet. Clean sheets. A rain-style shower. A full-length mirror that I’d soon find myself pressed against. My heart thudded as I walked past reception no luggage, just lipstick and nerves.
Room 217. The door opened before I could knock.
He looked even better in person. He was confident, casual, that same teasing smirk I’d imagined pulling at my neck.
“You came.”
“You asked.”
The Heat Between Us
No small talk. He took my coat off for me, his fingers brushing the curve of my shoulder like he’d done it a hundred times before. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, the world narrowed to just his mouth, my breath, and the sound of my zip being undone.
I don’t remember who kissed who first, I think maybe we both did. Maybe we met in the middle like magnets, pulled by something we didn’t have the words for.
His hands knew where to go. My lips knew how to beg without sound.
The Mirror
The full-length mirror saw everything. My skirt on the floor. His shirt half-buttoned. My fingers tangled in his hair. The quiet gasp I made when he lifted me onto the edge of the bed like I weighed nothing.
“Look at us,” he whispered into my ear. “We didn’t even say our names.”
I looked and I liked what I saw. Two strangers tangled in need, moving together like old lovers. His hands firm on my hips. My back arching to meet every stroke. The wet sound of skin on skin echoing against the walls.
The Goodbye
Afterwards, we lay in silence. My head on his chest. His fingers tracing circles on my thigh.
“Same time next weekend?” he asked, not really asking.
I smiled, kissed his collarbone, and whispered, “Surprise me.”
Final Thoughts
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