Three

CHRISTIAN

She nodded, and her eyes sparkled with sincerity. "I know it might sound strange," she says, "but sometimes a stranger can be the best comfort. You don't have to worry about anything with me. I'm just here to listen and help if I can."

I look at her for a long moment, taking in the genuine kindness in her eyes. And suddenly, I find myself nodding. "Okay," I say. "I'll take you up on that offer." I agree way too easily for comfort. Before I can reel and take the words back she smiles at me, and the tension in my chest begins to ease.

I’m aware I didn’t ask for her name, though we forgot about that and kept about other things, light topics. She asked if I wanted to talk about my wife and I replied with no. I don’t think I want to talk about Irina with anyone, definitely not a woman I was considering banging. 

The feeling of guilt whenever I let basic weakness, need, take over has never left. Not after the many years she has been gone. I always feel like I’m betraying her. 

The lady, I’ll call her Hazel from the way her eyes tease that color when the light hits it a certain way distracts me from my thought with another question.

“What exactly was your plan, after drinking yourself to oblivion, that is?” She finished the question with a testing lilt of her voice. 

A small laugh rumbles from my chest, and hers broadens. She's so beautiful, so alluring. My body is telling me it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to entertain her and what she is obviously offering.

Before I could let myself do something stupid. I try to stand up, but my legs don’t cooperate. I don’t fully make it to my feet before I stagger on my feet. Suddenly, she comes up to help me.

One of her hands goes to my arm, steadying me, and I am struck by how warm it feels. How warm she is pressed up against me. 

I look down at her, attempting to tell her I’m fine. Her warmth pressing into me definitely isn’t helping my head, it is helping the wrong head. And it ain’t helping that her cleavage is directly in the line of vision when I lower my head, my gaze lingers on her breasts. 

I felt like such a sleaze for being unable to look away, but I can't seem to help myself.

"Thanks," I say, clearly my throat feels parched. I finally find my footing, trying to not pay attention to how pathetic I know I sounded.

"No problem," she assures with a hint of a smile on her voice, still holding onto me. "You looked like you were about to take a tumble."

“Out?” I nod, understanding her uncompleted sentence. She places her other hand around her waist while I lift my heavy hand and place the limb on her shoulder, resting more on her.

We manage to make it out of the door without me making a bigger fool out of myself. I would have died of mortification if I was in my right senses. It’s a good thing I’m not.

“Are you with your car?” Hazel asks, and I think I nod but I can't be sure. Everything around me seems to twist, giving muffled images. The ground itself is about four and she has to constantly hold me and assure me there isn't a step in front of me.

“You regret trying to help me, don’t you?” I ask when the cold night breeze hits me. I’m glad I'm wearing my suit jacket. I glance at Hazel to see she has nothing on but her flimsy top and jeans. Such a casual outfit, perfect for a bar. I’m sure I looked like a sore thumb in that place then again, I always looked like that every year.

“You haven't tripped me yet, so I can’t tell.'' I laughed lowly at her attempt to make me feel better about this. “Don’t worry though, I'm happy to help.”

There are a few stragglers outside the bar like us, she doesnt pay them any heed and flags down a cab, with me glued to her body like a second skin. “Take my jacket.” I tell her when I notice how she is trying to hide her ashiver. She starts to protest but I don't let her get a word out. “It’s the least I can do.” I take it off with her help and smile when she drapes it over her shoulder and gives me a look I've seen countless times.

All she has to do is give me a sassy look and mutter ‘fine?’ obnoxiously for it to be exactly like Jenna.

She opens the door to the cab, though I nod for her to go in first while I steady myself with the open door. I didn't know when I made the decision to go back to the hotel with her but it seems to be what we’re doing. And for the life of me, I couldn't bring myself to stop it from happening.

Not after we reached the closest hotel from the bar, or when the receptionist asked if we wanted one room or two, not even when she took off my jacket and shot me a shy smile. It is only because I couldn't stop myself that I pulled her to me and crashed my lips to hers, forgetting every reason I told myself having her would be a bad idea.

ELISA

I internally shook with pleasure when he made the first move. This couldn't have gone better. Although at multiple points through the night, I wanted to just give up and try my luck with another unassuming drunk. I felt myself drawn to this one for some reason. Maybe because just a single look from him made my body hot.

That is usually the kind of thing I run away from, not thought though. And definitely not when he is kissing me like I'm the next breath he needs.

I gasp when his hands grip my ass, squeezing tightly. He moans in the back of his throat when I arch my back, pushing my cleavage more into his face. 

My plan had been to get a man who is drunk and swipe his wallet while his hands got a little too excited. Going back to their hotel room wasn't part of the plan and having sex definitely wasn't part of it. 

But I've made a lot of silly risky moves to know, most things don’t go as planned.

“I’ve been wanting to taste these since I saw them tonight.” Andres growls out, his voice deeper as he grips the ends of my shirt, trying to pull it over my head. I make the job easier for him and lift my hands. He makes a pleased sound that has my nether regions turning to mush.

“They’re yours now,” he hums in agreement and unhooks my bra in one swift move, letting my breasts fall free of the constraint. I sigh, feeling free finally.

I didn't have the biggest boobs but the way he was watching them made me feel beautiful, desired. The last thing I should feel toward a man that is obviously older than me. He had to be a solid fifteen years older than me, something that should have disgusted me but only added to his allure.

“I plan on taking advantage of that,” hip lips latch to one pebbled nipple before the words were fully out of his mouth. I yelp when he switches and swipes his tongue over the other, nibbing gently before he moves back. A small sound of disapproval makes it past my lips, it soon gets swallowed by a moan when he trails kisses down my naked abdomen.e he stops by the waistband of my jeans and looks up at me.

“I want to get a taste of you, can you give me that, Hazel?” iIdidnt know who the fuck that was, i was way too gone to care and I nod frantically. “Use your words.” he growls out, his tone coming out savagely.

“Yes you can, please.” I pleaded, needing him to touch me more. I am burning from the lack of movement anywhere else. I squeeze my thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the pressure in my clit. All it manages to do is wake the hunger in me.

A distant voice in my head is telling me this isn't part of the plan and I should get out as soon as I can. The thoughts disappear from my head when he places a kiss right above my navel. I shudder, my hand moving to his hair and I tug hard, urging him to move more.

He listens and soon, my jeans are flung in one side of the room and he has me spread out on the floor.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” is all the warning i get before his hot mouth meets my cunt. 

He makes me orgasm with just a few strokes of his tongue and fingers, then he proceeds to undo his jeans.

“Do you have a condom?” he curses and looks around the room frantically when I shake my head.

“I’m on the pill and I'm clean.” I say desperately, my pussy speaking more than my head. The latter is definitely the truth. I’m too busy trying to survive to even think of messing around.

He looks doubtful for a split seconds before probably saying fuck it and taking his jeans off all the way. His calvin klein boxer briefs going next. My eyes go round when I see him in his full glory, the thick muscle between his legs pulsing, a sheen of moisture shining at the tip.

He pumps himself two, three times before he gets on his knees and positions himself right at my entrance.

Everything becomes blurry images of him pounding into me, my cries and moans and his groans mixing together. The beautiful sound of coupling filling the room until we both reach our peak and I explode around him, him following soon after with a shout of his own.

He rolls to his back beside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. The only sound in the room being our heavy breathing and the soft whirr of the ceiling fan.

“Thank you, Hazel.” he says in a low voice, a minute later. I swallow down the guilt that grips my throat, thanking him in my mind.

He doesn't know what he is doing for me.

I stay that way for a few more minutes, until I'm sure he has fallen asleep. When his breathing steadies ,I quickly stagger to my feet and scramble around the room looking for the main thing that made me start a conversation with him.

Sure enough, I find a few hundred dollar bills in his wallet, his credit card is in there though I don’t spare a glance. Cash is what I need and the one thing I can't be easily tracked with.

I leave about three bills for him in there before getting up and wearing my clothes as fast as humanly possible. I sneak out of the room and don’t stop looking over my shoulder until I'm in a cab and it zooms past the almost run down hotel building.

It is almost five in the morning. I note, expelling a heavy breath.