(another story prompt)
I was spending another night in a hotel. It was an old hotel but new to me in this small downtown area I had never stayed in. Work brought me here. I had to make several trips to the area recently, and I wanted to try out somewhere new.
My day was done, and I was pulling into a spot right in front of the hotel. What are the odds of that happening? All day, I had this weird, uneasy feeling. I thought it was about the presentation. I was presenting with a group and prerecorded the demo I needed to do, so there wasn’t much left on my part. Maybe that made me feel weird not having a huge part in it.
I couldn’t really explain it, but that feeling worsened as the day wore on. Pulling into the hotel and getting out, I had forgotten about it for a second until I went up the elevator and found my room nearby. That feeling seemed to way down on me. Opening the door sent me to another time. It was a cute boutique hotel with lots of orange colors, something unusual in this town in particular, so it surprised me with all the gold and brown accents. Did I walk into the 70s?
I wanted to soak it all in, but something told me not to stay in the room. I made it down to the hotel bar for a drink and a delicious plate of pork and sausage with other great appetizer choices. The bar was empty, so the bartender was friendly and attentive. He suggested a nice cucumber mint cocktail that they had on their lite menu. It wasn’t enough, though. I was still unsettled, and the light fare had my stomach craving more, so I took a glass of wine to my room.
And there it was again, that feeling that I wasn’t supposed to be in the room. I was feeling very restless at this point and knew I had a workout to do, so I made my way down to the basement to find the fitness center.
I am not sure I would call it a center, but it had enough for me to do a quick run and go through my leg workout. I was on the last set of leg lifts, sitting on the small bench, when I first saw it. I didn’t know exactly what I was seeing. Vertigo had me disoriented already, paired with a long day and a long workout.
It was hard to figure out. A man, maybe? Someone coming to work out? I didn’t hear the door open. I never saw anyone come through it to get to the other side, and this was a small space. The song on my headphones could have muffled some of that, I guess.
Getting up to finish, I walked over to where I last saw him by the water. But no one was there. I swear I saw someone. Maybe the day was longer than I thought, but a man in sweats passed my eyes minutes ago.
I tried shaking it off and moving on. I made quick work of getting my drink and wiping down the machines before climbing up the stairs to my room. One more walk into that room for the night. I gave myself a pep talk. I knew that I was being silly, and I would just shower and relax in front of the TV before falling asleep. It was already getting late, and I had an early morning start.
The shower was hot and steamy, and my head settled down finally. I have to admit, I have also been trained to cum in the shower in the past, so hot water makes me feel things. My hand moved down to my pussy. I noticed how fuzzy it has gotten. A patch of red hair covering the important parts. My fingers were able to find that sensitive spot without any problems. Thinking about a face, my pussy immediately starts trying to grip something. It is so unfair not to be full. I miss that feeling. It doesn’t take long for an orgasm, but I have to say it was not the orgasm I wanted. I was beginning to think I would never get to have the orgasm I wanted.
I wanted the one only he could give me. Thinking of him suddenly made me sad and disappointed. It seems like forever since I heard from him. I was afraid he was someone who was going to leave my life just as fast as he entered it. Someday, I will find that one who will stay, that perfect person who is not perfect but perfect for me. The one who knows how to treat me. He will be the one who knows me as his object and his princess.
I moved through my bedtime routine, slowly thinking about all the things I wanted in a partner. Thinking about the Daddy I haven’t yet had.
As I pull the covers back, I have these thoughts in my head and a frown on my face. I didn’t hear him move across the room.
“Hello, Princess. Why so sad? Let Daddy make it better.”
I guess sending him a picture of my room number did work.
Lisa Gray 