Crick….Crick….crick…”
My eyes were fixated at the slow moving fan which made a creaking noise with a regular interval as it might be missing a ball bearing. Another harsh noise which was competing was the old creaky bed which breathed like it might give away anytime. I could see the worn out plasters ready to come out of the building. The old CRT television which probably belonged to a museum was put at full volume to drown the creaks and moans was tuned to a teleshopping channel where I could hear the host scream the benefits of some sauna slim belt and interspersed words like weight,lose,sexy etc.
And I was lying in the bed of a cheap worn down hotel completely naked with my legs raised enough that the knees touched my breasts with a man at least twice my age on top of that furiously humping his average sized cock into my pussy. He then bent forward and started kissing my lips with passion.
“Oh god,please don't make it more awkward” I sighed as I was half-heartedly returning the kiss. It felt even more scandalous than getting your pussy eaten by a man because it felt more personal. Even though the hotel desk clerk hinted that they are ‘safe’,I remember the news articles of police raiding such hotels and then displaying photos of the arrest to be published.
What would I do if that happened? Imagine the headlines “Techie of a leading IT company caught soliciting men in a cheap hotel”. Imagine the shock of my parents and that too I’m doing in my own hometown. I always kept my wild side in other cities but came back as a dutiful daughter. How did I end up in a highway hotel who are infamous for being brothels in my own town? What if someone recognizes me?
NEHA!!!
It's all her fault.She was the one who led me into this. She was the one who aroused me into doing this .Why the hell did I meet her on the first day of orientation and then agree to be roommates with her. I cursed her while I was kissing him and sucking his tongue.