Seduction & Desire (Alone?) - Sex Stories

Seduction & Desire (Alone?)

“What you want and what you need are two very different things. What you want is attention, to be loved, to be placed on that pedestal; What you need is darker; to be used, played with, adored deeply.” It has been a long day for you and the aches of working are taking their toll; once more taken away from home to some place new, which although is exciting, your mind is awash with spread sheet numbers, policy documents and research. Thankfully you booked in to thisluxurious, if not slightly peculiar hotel late last night and can now walk straight through the reception area to your room. The sanctuary it provides is desirable, even if only for a short while and you would give anything for a brief distraction before you have to open up your laptop once more. You decide to detour into the bar even though it is busy, a reception of some description and you stand waiting to order. Looking around, as you wait for attention, there are numerous people surrounding you and you decide it’s definitely a wedding, as you witness the bride in her beautiful meringue dress being chased playfully; a woman reads a book in the lobby; a tall man wearing a tuxedo waiting in line to get his room key. The blonde receptionist is clearly working very hard and trying to keep up with the slaving tempo of the hotel customers before her. You catch the eye of the barman and he walks over to you, asking you what you want to drink. “Definitely a G&T” you say, “After the day I have had.” He pours the drink ...

... by hand, perhaps a little bit more than you would normally like, taking his time slicing the lemon and getting the fat ice cubes that pile into the glass. You notice a man sitting alone at the end of the bar. He is tall with broad shoulders, like you would imagine a climber or mountaineer to have, his eyes clearly ice blue, even from this distance. He looks up as if sensing you admiring him and your skin flushes as he looks directly into your eyes; one charming smile and you easily wonder how he could seduce you; but not tonight. You have so much work to do and need to relax before then, a hot shower is most alluring at this moment in time and as you stand waiting at the bar you lift your feet one at a time to remove your heels, standing there waiting for your drink to arrive, thankful for the release of the tight patent leather, the first step to relaxation. The barman is gregariously speaking with the man now, and he hands him a bottle of orange juice, the brief discussion is unheard, but it ends with the man smiling broadly. The barman returns, offering your drink, and it looks so cold and refreshing as he places it before you, the cool drops of condensation dripping down captivate you momentarily, and you reach into your handbag to offer the barman your room key as payment. “Not required” says the barman dismissively, “that gentleman bought it for you.” You smile, quickly looking across the bar, feeling your heart racing at the thought of a stranger doing that for you, it ...