Hotel Sex Party

I approached a woman. She was petite with long blonde hair, and perky little boobs that looked so squeezable.

Her boyfriend was with her. They were making out on one of the public space beds. She was straddling him, with her shirt off, and his hands roamed her back and thighs.

I walked closer to her, and she didn’t notice me.

I started to step away, but she looked up with a glazed look in her eyes. That look said she was horny and needed to be fucked.

She said softly to me, “Hi.”

I reached forward, picking up a lock of her thick hair that had been cascading down her shoulder. I wanted to tell her I thought she was sexy. I wanted to say I needed to kiss her, that I needed to touch her.

But consent is the ultimate rule of the kink party.

I made myself say, “I think you’re really sexy.”

She smiled up at me, but ground her hips into her man. He moaned, and thrust his hips up.

She looked down at him, and I started to take a step back.

Turning her attention to me again, she said in a breathy voice, “Thank you. But I need him right now.”

Then she added, as a consolation prize, “You can watch.”