Midnight Room Swap: Naked Encounter

Another day on the road, we were in another Hotel. They didn’t have a room with a King or Queen bed so we had two separate rooms, although they were right next to each other. The air conditioning was blasting, a constant, low hum that permeated everything, and the smell of disinfectant hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the sweat and arousal building within me. Lisa had just stormed into my room, taking off the peignoir as she came in and slamming the door closed. The moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating her nude form in all its captivating glory. That peignoir had been the only thing she’d been wearing, and now it lay discarded on the bed, a silent testament to her impulsive arrival. Her skin glowed under the silver light, highlighting the curves of her breasts and the subtle swell of her hips. It was a breathtaking sight, and for a moment, I was lost in her beauty, forgetting the circumstances that had brought us here.

I had no idea why she had barged into my room and stripped, but I wasn't one to question a woman's desires. I waited for her to explain, to offer some semblance of justification for her bold act. What the hell was going on? She came stalking over to the bed and sat down, her movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. Her eyes, dark and intense, met mine, holding a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. "What’s the problem, Lisa?" I asked her, my voice calm and soothing. "Maybe I can help."

"Who the fuck are you?" she squealed, her voice laced with indignation. "How dare you be in my room? Get out before I scream." Her words were sharp, laced with venom, but there was an undeniable heat in her tone that piqued my interest. "Ah, it’s me, Michael," I said, still using my calming voice. "And it’s my room." I continued, "You came in the wrong room. Just a moment while I get the light and you can see for yourself."

I allowed a slight smirk to play on my lips, savoring the anticipation of her reaction. OK. I’ll admit that last bit was just being mean, but I couldn’t resist, knowing she was naked. "No," she squeaked, her voice rising in pitch. "No light. Ah, I mean I’d rather you didn’t turn the light on. People might notice." Her request felt oddly vulnerable, a plea for privacy in a situation that already felt exposed. Why don’t you just sit on the side of the bed and tell me what’s going on?" I prompted, leaning slightly closer.

“Um, if it’s all right I’ll just sit here for a few minutes and then find my own room,” she said, her gaze shifting nervously around the room. There was a palpable tension in the air, a silent battle between her desire for solitude and her evident attraction to me. "It’s easy to find," I consoled her, "You only missed by it by one. You’re next door, that-away." I jerked my thumb toward the right then realized that she probably couldn’t see me. "That-away is actually the first door to the right when you step into the hall, same side as mine. I noticed that I was next to you."

I could see the wheels turning in her mind, weighing her options. The implication of my words hung heavy in the air, a silent invitation to stay. You have a choice. Run off to your own room right now, naked or snuggle under the covers for a while and warm up. You can safely choose the covers. I’ve already said I’m not going to molest you.” Her hesitation was almost comical, a desperate attempt to maintain control in a situation where she clearly had none. She didn’t say anything, but neither did she get up to leave or get under the covers. I sighed, tossed the covers to one side and drew her over next to me. She made a token struggle but then relaxed, lapping up the warmth. I just held her lightly. She had gently tested the strength of my hold and seemed satisfied that I wasn’t trying to hold her prisoner.

Her scent, a blend of vanilla and something subtly musky, filled my senses. It was intoxicating, drawing me closer, urging me to take control. She cuddled up to the warmth, her body trembling slightly. I started rubbing her back, enjoying the soothing massage. The rhythm of my hands against her skin sent shivers down my spine, intensifying her pleasure. She tensed up once more when my hand started stoking lower, settling on her bottom and rubbing it. "Not there," she muttered, reaching down and pulling my hand away from her bottom.

I slid my hand back over her back and down to her bottom again. "I said, not there!" she said firmly. "I know. I heard you. You have a lovely ass, you know.” I chuckled softly, relishing her vulnerability. "If I say not there, then you are supposed to move your hand away.” “Yes, I know. Silly idea, that. I like rubbing your bottom.” Actually, my rubbing was coming very close to other sensitive places. I was now stroking down over her thighs. "You can’t do that! I’ve said I don’t want you to.” “Is this better?” I asked, my voice laced with a dangerous edge. My hand left her bottom and moved up her back. Half way up it moved to the side, meeting a soft warm breast. My massaging continued, though I wasn’t moving my hand very much. She gasped, “Will you stop touching me?” “I don’t think so,” I replied, my gaze unwavering. “I like the way you feel, all warm and silky soft. Why don’t you lie on your back for a while?”

I moved closer, edging my body into hers. Her instinctive move away from me landed her on her back. My hand came up and cupped her breast again. I didn’t wait for an answer. I bent over her, my mouth seeking her breast and finding it. I bit gently into it, then ran my teeth across her nipples, letting her feel them rasping against it. At the same time my hand slid down over her tummy, across a smooth mons and down over her mound, cupping and squeezing. She bucked sharply when that happened. “What do you think you’re doing?” she gasped. “Just touching for now,” I reassured her. “You can relax. I’ll warn you before I actually start getting serious.” “You won’t. You’re a liar. You just admitted as much.” “Well in that case, use your own judgment as to when you need to struggle in earnest. For now, you can feel free to relax a little.” She squeaked. “Relax? How can I relax with you trying to excite me?” I was too busy to answer. My mouth had found her breast again and I was gently sucking it. Her struggles were very minor. She was breathing hard. I started teasing her nipples and rolling them between my fingers and gently tugging at them. I started kissing her from the neck down.

She gasped and with a husky voice said, “If you’re finished I’ll go back to my room.” “Oh no, I’ve barely started,” I said. “I’m just taking off my pajamas.” “What?” Lisa almost shrieked. “You’re not seriously suggesting that you’re going to, to…to” “Take you?” I asked. “Of course I am. Why did you think I was petting you?” “You’re not really going to, are you?” she whispered, while I snaked a foot between hers and drew her legs further apart. “I’d love to look at you,” I told her. Reaching over I took her wrists and lifted her hands up above her head, holding them there quite easily in my own hand. She pushed up her chest to me. I admired her nude body, my free hand tracing lightly over it, sweeping from her nipples down to her pussy. “Move your legs apart,” I murmured, gently rubbing her there. “If I do that then you’ll want to do things to me,” she whispered.

I gave a groan of relief when I found myself cumming! She shrieked and shuddered, absolutely tossed over the edge and into her own raging climax. We were both drained and we sank back down onto the grass, my hips still giving helpless little jerks against her. She lay there, legs parted, to give me greater access. I eased my middle finger into her pussy, exploring her. I added a second finger as he began working them around deep inside her pussy. Still no struggle. I wasn’t going to disappoint her. I pressed slowly forward, slowly sinking in deep. “Ommmmmmmmphhhh!” she gasped. “I’m being ravished,” she whispered, pushing firmly up against me, making sure I was fully engaged.

I took her harder and harder, pushing her higher and higher. Her body shaking as she came, my cum shooting into her body… We both came. Squirt after squirt, I slowly slid out. She bent down to retrieve her pants and I looked down at her sexy ass and I spanked her! “Owwwww. What are you doing now?” she exclaimed. “Spanking you, when was the last time?” She didn’t stop me. She stayed bent over. “I’d love to continue this,” I said, rubbing her bottom, “but we’d better make an appearance.” We were both drained and we sank back down onto the grass, my hips still giving helpless little jerks against her. Then all was quiet. .

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