#3102: Next One On Me
Original photo: @jasonleeparry
After a draining late meeting on a Friday night, Camilla lingers in her hotel bar instead of retreating to her room. A chance encounter with an attractive stranger quickly turns into something far more indulgent, leading her upstairs for a night that promises release, risk, and exactly what she didn’t know she needed.
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I never enjoyed late meetings with clients, but they were a given in my line of work. Don’t get me wrong—being a lawyer had been my dream for a long time, and I enjoyed most parts of it. Still, the tension of such a competitive field sometimes got to me more than I was willing to admit, pushing me to look for an outlet for all the emotions building up inside me.
That night, the meeting was held in the hotel restaurant. I barely touched my food as I rifled through contracts with the client. Once we were finished and the client had left, I felt no desire to leave right away. My head was still spinning, and all I wanted was to clear it. On a Friday night, the bar felt like the obvious solution.
I placed my briefcase beside me and flagged the bartender with a smile. He seemed used to guests like me—hardworking, tired, and uninterested in small talk. My drink arrived quickly, and I acknowledged him with a nod. I didn’t need anything else.
Turning on my barstool, I surveyed the crowd. From there, I could see both the restaurant and the hotel lobby, and I slipped into a familiar mental game, guessing who the strangers around me were and what had brought them there. I wondered how many would be leaving alone and how many wouldn’t.
Romantic couples were easy to spot—young lovers, deeply devoted pairs, and those already growing bored with each other. Many people, like me, were there for business, but as the night wore on, fewer of them remained. The bar slowly filled with singles looking for company. I wasn’t going to lie to myself—I was doing the same, scanning the room for someone who might make the night more interesting.
That was when I noticed him.
He stood at the reception desk, collecting his room key. Part of me hoped he would wander toward the bar instead of heading straight upstairs. He was tall, dressed in a tailored black suit, with thick brown hair and confident posture. As my eyes traveled lower, I couldn’t help admiring his tight, well-shaped ass. I smiled to myself, briefly indulging the fantasy before forcing myself not to dwell on it.
As if sensing my attention, he turned toward the bar and walked in my direction. His movements were confident, his green eyes scanning the room before settling on me. For a moment, I worried he might be meeting someone else, but that thought vanished when his attention remained fixed on me.
He joined me at the bar, and after noticing my empty glass, ordered another drink, insisting it be for both of us. I accepted easily. Introductions followed, and I learned his name was Julian. He was in the city for work, something that had already been obvious from his appearance. I shared that I was there for similar reasons, keeping details vague. There was no need to offer too much to someone who might only be part of my life for a single night.
The evening unfolded effortlessly. Julian didn’t shy away from closeness—his hand brushed mine, his gaze lingered, and his body leaned toward me. The warmth radiating from him stirred something inside me, loosening my guarded edges and awakening a desire I was more than ready to indulge.
As the hour grew later, the restaurant remained busy, but my focus was already fixed. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t planning to leave without it.
Eventually, the subject of his hotel room came up, and the implication was clear. He produced his key card, unsure of the view but more than willing to show me. The way he handled the moment only confirmed why I’d been drawn to him in the first place.
We didn’t rush. I picked up my briefcase and took his hand as we left the bar together. If anyone noticed, I didn’t care. I was done denying myself what I needed.
The elevator ride was quiet, his hand still warm in mine. The hallway outside his room was identical to countless others I’d walked before, and for a brief moment, I wondered how many people had passed through it with the same intent. The thought vanished as the door opened and we stepped inside.
I walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling window, drawn to the city lights stretching endlessly below. London shimmered beneath us, alive with movement. Julian joined me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing himself against my back. His desire was unmistakable, but he didn’t rush it.
His lips traced my neck, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver through me. He touched me everywhere except where I wanted him most, drawing the tension out until my body betrayed me completely. My lips ached, my nipples hardened, and my need became impossible to ignore.
I turned in his arms until we were face to face, the moment stretching tight with anticipation. When he kissed me, it was deep and demanding, confirming exactly how much he wanted me. I tangled my fingers in his hair as his hands stripped away my jacket and loosened my clothes, exploring my skin with practiced confidence.
I bit at his lower lip, enjoying the reaction it earned, and pulled him closer again, knowing this was only the beginning. The dance between us felt inevitable, slow and intoxicating, and I wanted to savor every moment.
My back met the window as he undressed me, the glass cool against my skin. I wondered fleetingly if anyone could see us, and part of me hoped they might. Julian freed my breasts, his hands and mouth lavishing attention on them until I could barely breathe. My body burned with need, slick and ready, but he took his time.
When he refused to let me rush things, frustration only sharpened my desire. The idea of being taken against the window pushed me over the edge, and I gave in to it completely.
I turned, palms pressed to the glass, my body offered without restraint. He stripped me bare from behind, the anticipation almost unbearable. When his tongue finally touched me, the contrast between the cold window and the heat of his mouth sent me spiraling. His hands gripped my ass as he devoured me, each movement deliberate and relentless.
The sounds filling the room were wet and unrestrained, my body responding without shame. Pleasure built until it overwhelmed me completely, stealing every thought as my orgasm crashed through me in a blinding rush.
The absence of his mouth was brief. When I looked back and saw him ready for me, I knew I wouldn’t be waiting long. He pressed into me without hesitation, filling me fully, and I rocked back against him, desperate to feel every inch.
He let me take control for a moment, indulging my need, before taking it back. I was pressed hard against the window, his thrusts fast and rough, exactly what I craved. My hands slipped on the glass, my voice rising as pleasure built again, hotter and stronger than before.
The second orgasm tore through me, leaving me shaking as he held me upright until it passed. When he finally pulled away, my body felt spent and satisfied.
I showered quickly before dressing again. We shared a final kiss, both knowing that the night was perfect precisely because it wouldn’t be repeated.
And that was enough.