Sex with a Stranger: Pleasure Overflow

By Emma Jones

"Then she got back on the bed, so that her bare lap lay on the edge of the bed and her feet were on the floor. "Lick me," she told me, and I didn't let myself be told twice. Full of, I knelt between her legs, gently and pleasurbly pulled apart her labia and pressed my mouth onto her damp crevice, kissed and licked and pinched and sucked on her bud until she turned and pressed my head firmly between her legs. Then it was she again who changed position: she knelt on the bed with her back to me, let herself fall on her hands in the front and stretched her buttocks towards me. "Now I want to feel you in me," were her words: "Come, give me your cock!""

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Jones
• Release date: Nov 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005214395

Emma Jones

I am a freelance erotic writer who loves writing stories under various genres of erotica

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Sex with a Stranger: Pleasure Overflow

By Emma Jones

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 1

From a good friend I had received the inconspicuous address: Hotel Neuhaus, on Lake Constance. And I had actually gone there, had taken a room and now I was sitting here in the hotel bar drinking my coffee. Outside it rained lightly, but in here it was cozy and warm.

At the next table sat an elderly couple and a little further in the corner a man who was engrossed in a newspaper. A woman, perhaps in her early mid-thirties, stood at the counter and talked to the waitress. I looked out the window. The rain put me in a dreamy mood. What would I experience in this hotel? Was it really true what my friend had told me, or had he just allowed himself to joke with me? When I had shown my friend's colorful wristband when I registered, the receptionist had looked at me very differently than before. She had smiled mischievously, but it had felt like she was undressing me and looking at me from top to bottom. Then she had actually given me this envelope that my friend had already prepared me for. And now I had my own wristband around my wrist and my own little metal plate with my room number in my pocket. The ribbon was the distinguishing mark that I was a fellow player and with the metal plate I could quickly and directly make any player of my choice understand that I would like to have sex with her, I just had to send her the metal plate somehow. She could then respond to it or simply put the plate back into a kind of mailbox at my room.

I took the little metal plate out of my pocket and looked at it. To whom would I give it or secretly plug it in? So far, I had not met a female being in the hotel who would have interested me in any way. Well the woman at the reception had been sympathetic and had also looked great, but she was part of the staff. And the brunette at the counter? I looked at them again. Unfortunately, I could not see her face properly as she sat, only her half-long brown hair with blonde strands and that she had glasses on. She wore a wide and comfortable looking light turtleneck sweater and jeans. I would certainly be able to take a closer look at them later. Now I put the plate back in my pocket and ordered another coffee. Today at dinner I would keep my eyes open and maybe afterwards in the sauna.... Something would already happen.

I watched the bartender make my coffee. Then his interlocutor obviously wanted to pay for her drink, and when he finally made his way to my table with the coffee, the brunette left the bar. Again, I couldn't see much of her because the waiter obstructed my view. He put the coffee in front of me. With best regards from the lady who just left the bar, he said. I must have looked at him quite incomprehensibly, because he pointed to my coffee cup and added, It's already paid. With that, he trudged back behind his counter. I stared at the coffee and didn't know what to think. Finally I reached for the cup to have a sip, there was a no metal plate on the plate under the cup, room number 315!

So that's how it would start! I did not vote, but I was elected. I drank my coffee calmly, but inside one thought chased the next in my brain: Who was she? What kind of situation would I encounter in room 315? Was there still the possibility of a retreat once I had entered her room? What if I found them repulsive? What if I didn't go in the first place? But I immediately rejected this last possibility; after all, I had come here precisely because of such adventures, what sense would it have if I did not go now?

So I got up and made my way to the third floor. Room 315 was at the end of the corridor. For a small moment I hesitated in front of the door. Was it right to accept the invitation now or should I try my luck only after dinner? But I pushed the thought aside and knocked. It's open, replied a friendly female voice. I opened and entered cautiously. The room was sufficiently lit by the natural light, but since it was cloudy outside, it was not really bright in here either. The brunette from the bar had laid down on the bed and had obviously read. She had an open and beautiful face. "I wanted to say thank you for the coffee and bring it back to