“If you need anything, Aiden, just let me know.”
“Can you just keep an eye on my email and flag anything important?”
“You’ve got it.”
“Thanks, Pen.”
He packs up for the day and heads out to see his ailing friend. Collin might have been a good twenty-something years older than Aiden, but they still had a close friendship.
New item on the finding who I am and what I want to be—get a fucking friend.
Again,I know it doesn’t matter what I wear, but the idea of looking good, even though Mr. Wayne has no idea, appeals to me.
I didn’t go for sexy tonight, more so cute, in a yellow sundress that hugs my breasts and flares at the waist.
I’m really doing this.
My leg shakes in the backseat of my driver’s car as he pulls up to the location. I give him a tip on the app, and he barely even acknowledges me as I step out and wait for my code.
It feels like my stomach is upside down while I wait. It’s a mix of eagerness and anxiety.
This is something I always wanted, or at least a taste of it. Doing something seedy or seen as wrong while knowing I’m safe, that nothing truly bad can happen.
It’s a fantasy, one that this stranger is going to bring to life.
I’m probably delusional, but I know it’s going to be good. I know I’m going to leave this place on wobbly legs and yearning for more. Yet, I’m still going through with it. I’m not denying myself this sexual experience, even if it’s only adding to my list of emotional issues.
No matter what happens in this building tonight, I’ll learn something about myself, and that was why I signed up for Avalon and the Key Club. I just can’t let it get to my head. It’s just a sexual encounter, nothing more, I remind myself as my phone vibrates in my purse.
“Fuck,” I groan as I pull out my phone and look at the code.
I open the first row of doors and the gold glittering heart on the door taunts me as I put in the code and enter the room.
Just like before, it’s dimly lit with music playing. I peek through the half-heart-shaped hole to view the other side. They’re nearly identical.
There’s a table off to the side with condoms, and I grab the small vibrator out of my purse and place it on the table next to the basket.
A few deep breaths later, I’m placing my purse and panties on the table before climbing up on the leather bed. I don’t bother with my dress or bra, because he won’t be able to see them, anyway.
The leather is cool against my ass and lower back as I slide down. My hair spills around me as I scoot all the way to the entrance, sliding my exposed lower half into the vacant space.
There are stirrups if you want them. Instead, I just place my feet against the wall. I swallow thickly, my heart racing in my chest as I think about what he’s going to see when he walks into the room.
I guess it’s no different when I was on the other side of the wall. But I’m completely exposed to him. All he’ll be able to seeis my exposed pussy and ass when he walks in. The rest of me is a mystery.
The idea of him using me and taking me the way he wants is what has me pushing the button, showing that I’m ready.
I can stop this at any time, though every fiber of me knows I won’t. As nervous as I am, I still want this so bad.
I place my shaky hands against my thundering heart as I wait. The waiting somehow feels like the worst part. The anticipation of what he’s going to do is all-consuming.
My body is completely at his mercy. This man I don’t know is about to own me for the night, and I’m eager for it.
The music is too loud, not glaringly so, just too loud to hear if he’s entering the room or not. He could be staring at my pussy that is already wet with the promise of what he’s going to do with me.
Will he be gentle? Rough? Quick? Or menacingly slow?
The top of the entrance is pressing against the bottom of my thighs, creating a snug fit. I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow, and that thought makes me even more excited.
