I put my fingers back on my clit and rub it fast.
“Me too,” I say.
“Baby, I’m coming,” she says.
I stop, and I listen. I’m so hard. I know I need to come, but I can’t yet – I have to listen to her moans and gasps first. I need to hear her make herself feel good.
“I want to scream your name,” she says as she comes down.
“I want you to always scream my name when you come,” I tell her, stroking myself slowly.
“God, this is definitely crossing the line,” she says.
“Hey,” I say.
“Yeah?”
“Tomorrow night?” I say.
“Yes?” she says.
“Will you tell me your name? Your real name?”
“Will you tell me yours?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Did you come?”
“Not yet.”
“Oh, babe. How hard are you right now?”
“Very.”
“Come for me, then,” she says. “And I’ll tell you my name tomorrow night.”
I do.
???
When she said hotel, she meant five-star resort. This place is massive and super fancy. The door is opened for me. When I walk in, someone is there to greet me to see what I need. I was only given the address. She was supposed to text me the room number, but I’ve checked my phone ten times while I sat in the back of my Uber, and nothing.
“I’m just waiting for someone,” I tell the man who asked me the question.
“Are you waiting for me?” a voice says from my left.
I turn, and she’s standing there dressed in a short, flowy, white-and-green sundress. Her hands are clasped a little nervously in front of her. Her hair is down and framing her beautiful face. I actually have to take a step back because she takes the breath out of my body.
“I found her,” I tell the man.
He nods, I think. I don’t actually know because I’m only focusing on her. She walks up closer to me and smiles.
“Hi,” she says.
“Hello,” I say.
“You look nice,” she says, looking me up and down.