The Stranger Game

The hotel room smelled of salt and sunscreen, and the balcony door was cracked open, letting in the sound of waves that seemed to sync with the thrum of my pulse. Maya stood by the window, her sundress thin, backlit by the orange sun. She turned to me, biting her lip.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked, and her voice had that edge, the one that meant she was already wet.

I nodded, my throat dry. "We said we'd try something new. A stranger. No names, no history."

"Right." She stepped closer, and I could smell her, coconut and sweat. "So I'm just a girl you met at the bar."

"And I'm just a guy who couldn't stop staring at your tits in that dress."

She laughed, low and dirty, and then her mouth was on mine. Her tongue slid in, tasted like the margarita she'd had downstairs, and her hand went straight to my belt buckle. No fumbling, no hesitation. She undid my jeans and pulled my cock out, stroking it slow, her palm slick with pre-cum.

"Fuck, you're thick," she whispered, and the sound of her voice, like she didn't know me, made me harder.

I pushed her back against the wall, hiked that sundress up to her waist. No panties. Her pussy was already slick, glistening in the fading light. I ran a finger through her slit, and she gasped, arching into my hand.

"Look at me," I said. "You're just a stranger I'm about to fuck."

"I know," she breathed. "Do it."

I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. The first push was slow, just the head, and she bit down on my shoulder to muffle a moan. The walls were thin; we could hear the couple next door laughing. That made it hotter. She had to be quiet.

I sank in deeper, inch by inch, her tightness gripping me like a fist. She was soaking, her pussy hot and wet around my cock, and I held still for a second, feeling her tremble.

"Move," she whispered, her mouth against my ear. "Please."

I started slow, a gentle rocking, letting her feel every inch. Her nails dug into my back, and she was biting her lip so hard I thought she'd draw blood. The only sound was the slap of skin, wet and rhythmic, and her breath, ragged, trying not to moan.

Then I changed it up, carried her to the bed, laid her down on her back. I pulled out, and she whimpered at the loss, but I just flipped her over, onto her hands and knees. Her ass was perfect, round and pale, and I spread her cheeks, watching my cock slide back into her from behind.

"God, yes," she groaned into the pillow.

I fucked her harder now, my hips slapping against her ass, each thrust deeper than the last. I reached around and found her clit, swollen and slick, and rubbed it in circles while I pounded into her. She was clenching around me, her whole body shaking.

"Don't stop," she begged. "I'm so close."

I pulled her hair, just a little, and she cried out, muffled by the pillow. My rhythm faltered, my own orgasm building, a hot coil in my gut.

"Cum with me," I said, my voice rough.

She did. Her whole body seized, her pussy clenching around me so tight I couldn't hold back. I buried myself deep and came, hot and thick, filling her. She collapsed onto the bed, and I followed, lying on top of her, both of us panting.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of the waves and our breathing. Then she turned her head, smiling, her eyes soft.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Maya. Nice to meet you."

I laughed, burying my face in her hair. "I'm Jake. Nice to meet you too."

She laughed with me, and it was quiet, tender, her hand finding mine on the sheets. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Same time tomorrow."

CATEGORIES: [Fucking a stranger, Hotel, Just the Two of Us, Vacation, Romantic Sex]