Room Twelve

[IsabellaRose]

The room was small, soft-lit, and smelled faintly of sandalwood and expensive soap. A bottle of water sat unopened on the nightstand, beads of condensation dripping slowly down its sides. The bed was large, the sheets cream-colored and crisp, folded into a triangle at the corner like this was just any hotel. But it wasn’t. This wasn’t any night, and this wasn’t just any room.

Ava crossed one long leg over the other and smoothed her dress, a slinky, low-cut black number she couldn’t afford when she bought it. But tonight felt like the right night to risk looking worth the trouble. Her heels dangled off one toe and she flipped then back up rhythmically, like the last few ticks of a countdown clock. Every sound in the hallway made her tense and still.

Room Twelve. That’s what the envelope had said. She didn’t know who would come through that door... and that was the point. They’d taken her preference sheet earlier with all the care of a luxury concierge, checking boxes, noting her limits, offering reassurance without promises. “You’ll be matched based on compatibility, mutual attraction, and safety,” the woman behind the desk had said. “You won’t have to do anything you didn’t consent to in writing.” But they hadn’t told her if it would be a man or a woman who would come through that door. Heck, given what she'd checked on that form, it could be a couple. She hadn’t asked. Now she sat in silence and let the uncertainty crawl under her skin like silk.

She was used to attention... on the bus, at castings, in elevators where men leaned too close. Ava was beautiful in a way that was nearly inconvenient, with high cheekbones, almond eyes, and lips full enough to draw stares even when she didn’t smile. Her long, toned legs, carved from years of dance and yoga, were her secret weapon at castings. And yet, here she was, dressed up in an expensive dress she would slip off for a complete stranger, wondering if this was empowerment… or desperation.

She’d spent her days lately answering phones for lawyers who forgot her name and smiling at casting agents who called her “honey” and said, “maybe next time.” Her inbox was full of "we’ll keep your headshot on file," her fridge was full of takeout, and her bed was empty and as cold as the fridge.

This wasn’t just about sex, not really... it was about being wanted, touched, chosen. But now that she was here, alone, waiting… her chest fluttered. What if no one came? Or worse... what if someone did, and she couldn’t go through with it? What if they weren’t kind? What if they were too kind, and she liked it more than she was ready for? 

Ava glanced at the door. The number on her key card was twelve. The room number matched. Any moment now. She closed her eyes, let her fingers drift slowly up her bare thigh, and tried to steady her breath. Would it be a man with calloused hands and a patient voice? A woman with perfume and sharp nails and knowing eyes? A couple who wanted to share something dangerous and beautiful with her? She didn’t know, couldn't know, not until...

There was the click of the key card door lock releasing, and the door handle turned...

[gb87]

Standing in the beige hallway he swallowed hard. He couldn't help thinking this was crazy. Last week when his friend told him about this place he didn't really believe him. Concierge hookups. He remembers his friends pitch to him like it was all no big deal. Fill out a brief survey, they do all the work, the membership fee was worth it. it sounded all so easy when he signed up. Here he was standing in front of the room. Key in hand. Slowly he put the key card up to the scanner. Hearing the lock open, seeing the light flash green. He put his hands on the door and turned.

Stepping into the room it took a moment for his eyes to adjust from the brightly lit hallway. He couldn't believe his eyes. There was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His voice failed him and he felt like a fool. "Umm high." His voice broke the silence followed by a thud as the door behind him swung shut. They both jumped a little at the surprise noise breaking the tension. 

Smiling she patted the bed next to her. "Hello, how are you." Her voice sounded like the angels to him. Coming over he sits down. "Are you..." They both speak in unison and abruptly stop. Each feeling their own nerves and trying not to mess it up or say the wrong thing. Kicking off her shoes she stands up. Slipping off her dress she lets it fall to the floor. He lets out a gasp feeling his cock tightening at her exquisite body. "Do you like?" She barely gets out before he is up. There lips locking in a passionate kiss. His momentum sends them crashing into the wall. All hesitation gone he knows what he wants.

His hands exploring every inch of her body. Hers desperately pulling his shirt up. Only breaking the kiss to pull it off. There bodies knocking into everything in the room as their lips meet time and time again. Each release of a kiss followed by a gasp. They suck in as much air as they can before resuming the kiss. Tongues exploring the others mouth with a passion. Swirling around each other.

It only ends when they hit the bed. Her falling on top of him. Quickly she slides down his body. Pulling his pants down in a quick motion his cock springs free. Kissing up his thigh her face comes next to his cock. Slowly she kisses up it's length. Giving the head a slight kiss before devouring it in one go. "Fuck." He moans as she bobs up and down on his shaft. Her tongue teasing the glands. It doesn't take him long before he is ready to burst. He tries to warn her but to late. His warm cum is shooting out of him as she swallows his load. Standing up she gracefully licks her lips. Licking up the strand that had escaped.

He wastes no time in grabbing her thighs. He pulls her towards him. Her wet pussy inches from his face he gently licks her inner thigh. Burying his face in her pussy she let's out a gasp. Greedily drinking in her sweet nectar. His tongue and fingers working in tandem quickly bring her to orgasm. She collapses, knees shaking, into his lap. 

Laying her down he leans forward, her juice still on his tongue his cum on her lips, they kiss again. Their fluids mixing together as he slowly slides inside her. There hips bucking together and meeting with a smack. Moaning in pleasure their hips move fast and furious. Their hand exploring their partners body. It didn't take long before they both were cresting again. His dick swelling inside her as thick ropes of cum filled her insides.

As the night went on they lost track of the number of times they orgasmed or positions they tried. One last time he arched his back. His cum exploding inside her with a grunt. They collapsed on the bed. Neither able to talk. They lay there regaining their strength. Staring into each other's eyes. He moves to speak and the buzzer goes off. Time is up. He stands up on shaky legs. A strand of their combined fluid still connecting them together. He wants to say something but they both remember the rules. When the time is up he must leave. Gathering his clothes the door behind him opens. His last view of her was laying on the bed. His cum dripping out of her. He stands in the hallway desperate to go back in there but his key card no longer works. Standing at the door naked, covered in her smell, he puts his hand on the door. "I didn't even get your name." He sighs. Will anything ever be like what he just experienced, would he ever see her again.

He shuffles down the hallway. Not even able to put his clothes back on. Dreaming of the goddess in room number 12.

Edited 4 hours ago by gb87
Cleaning up typing errors