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His name was Julian. I didn’t know his last name and, honestly, I didn’t care. I had met him at the hotel lobby bar only two hours prior. He didn’t talk much, which was a relief. In a place where you don’t exactly belong, silence is the only honest currency.
The hotel’s hot tub was tucked into a secluded corner of the terrace, shielded by heavy, dripping ferns. The chlorine smell stung my nostrils and mixed with the faint, expensive scent of his cologne. When he pulled me into the water, the heat was abrasive, bordering on painful. The thing is, I kinda liked it.
the hotel lobby bar
Everything about the encounter felt jagged. There was no romance in the way his hands gripped my shoulders or the way I peeled off my bikini bottoms. Instead, it felt hungry, desperate, and underlined with a strange, dark intensity. We didn’t look for tenderness. We were two strangers colliding in the dark, using each other as an anchor to keep from drifting into our own private voids.
The water churned and bubbled rhythmically, masking the sound of our ragged breathing. As he moved his cock in and out of my pussy, pounding me from behind, the shadows carved hollows into his face, making him look like someone I’d see in a nightmare, yet I felt a perverse safety in his anonymity.
When it was over, he didn’t pull back to offer a smile or a platitude. He just leaned his forehead against mine. His skin felt slick and feverish. “You’re shaking,” he whispered. His voice was a low rasp that barely carried over the bubbling jets. “It’s cold,” I lied. It wasn’t cold. Not even a little.
I didn’t look back as I walked toward the elevator. But I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that Julian watched me walk away.
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