As soon as we’re through the door of his apartment, he pushes me back against the door, and kisses me roughly. My head is spinning as his tongue thrusts past my lips and into my mouth. In a hot frenzy I run my hands down his strong arms as though clinging on for dear life. I can’t believe this is happening.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Anonymous sex. Whoa! This kind of this never happens to me. Wait till I tell Lisa. She’ll have a heart attack. I’ve never done anything like this before in my life but then, I’ve never been so instantly into a guy in my life before either. Just the sight of him, calmly making his way towards me through the gym, was enough to get my pulse racing.

A little flirt wouldn’t hurt, I’d told myself, and before I knew it I was grinding up against his cock next to the free weights and wondering how quickly I could get him back to my apartment. I’m glad we ended up here, though. There’s something about the danger and unknown quantity of a stranger’s place that really allows me to let go. Instead of worrying about whether the laundry has been put away, the toilet floor is clean enough, I can just concentrate on what this man is doing to my body.

He’s so hot. I don’t even know his name and he doesn’t know mine, but it doesn’t matter. All I need from him right now is his touch, his body, and that thick, hard cock I felt through his pants. He presses himself against me as though reading my thoughts and I hook one leg behind him, pulling him in close, and grind against his erection.

Fuck, he must be big.

I can feel him straining through the fabric of his sweat pants. My body is aching for him to be inside of me already. He groans with pleasure, loud enough that it echoes around the apartment. He slips his hand beneath my ass and hitches me up so that I can wrap my legs around him completely. I gasp as he lifts me off the ground. He’s so strong, so powerful, so in-control, and for a few minutes I lose myself to the mind-blowing kiss.

He kisses like he’s kissed a lot of women before me. I feel a twinge of jealousy even though I know that’s ridiculous. I just want him all to myself. I rake my nails across his back, feeling the muscles flex as he holds me upright. The way he is holding me up makes me feel delicate and small. Everything feels perfect and all I can think about is how amazing a guy like him, one who could no doubt have any gym bunny he wanted, actually seems to be into a woman like me.

Hidden depths, I guess…

He pulls me away from the door and carries me towards what I assume is his bedroom. Kicking the door open, he throws me down onto the bed. I giggle as I land. This is so much fun and we’re barely gotten started yet. I sit up but he pushes me down. He gets on top of me and this time his hands are travelling hungrily all over my body like he wants to commit every inch of me to memory.

I know exactly how he feels. I trace my fingers over his muscles, across his skin, reveling in the smooth feel of it, losing myself to it. I brush my fingers through his short brown hair, pulling his head back so I can look at him once more, as though to remind myself that yes, this is actually happening and yes, this is actually real. He has a light smattering of stubble that I know is going to leave a rash on my face, and his blue eyes look dark in the light of this room.

He stares at me for a moment, as though he’s doing the same thing, and then lunges in to kiss me once more, pressing his lips against my neck, finding that sensitive spot where my throat meets my ear and lingering there for a moment. My toes curl in my sneakers. Fuck. Fuck.

He moves back and hooks his fingers into the top of my leggings.

Am I glad I have all that champagne still swishing about in my bloodstream. It sure helps to take the edge of my nervousness. Any other time I would have been so panicked at the thought of letting a total stranger, especially this divinely perfect specimen of masculinity unwrap me and see all the imperfections that lie underneath. But the alcohol mixed with the heady desire is enough to keep me in the moment as he begins to roll my leggings down.

Thank God, I wore a marginally cute pair of panties this evening. I watch as he slips down between my legs, not once taking his eyes off the flesh that is slowly being revealed to him. He pulls off my shoes and socks one by one before tugging my leggings off the bottom of my feet. He works his way up slowly, leaning down to kiss my foot before working up my calves, and finally kissing his way up the inside of my thigh.

I swear to God every muscle in my body contracts at the sweetness of his touch, and I ache to feel his mouth somewhere a little more satisfying, but he seems determined to make me wait. I sure as hell don’t want to rush this, but I feel as if I am going out of my mind with desire.

“Your legs were the first thing I noticed about you,” he murmurs, running his hands up and down my thighs a few more times as though he can’t get enough of them. I close my eyes and press my head back into the pillow, letting out a soft moan. There’s something so crazy-intoxicating about being wanted like this, more than any amount of champagne could ever have done for me.

“Well, and your ass,” he grins at me playfully, and I know what’s coming an instant before he does it; he grabs my ankles and flips me over, so I land in the soft mess of the comforter with a little squeal of excitement.

“Mmm…” He groans from behind me, and I look back to watch him running his hands over my ass, massaging my flesh hungrily, like it’s all he’s ever wanted. He leans down and closes his eyes and kisses that spot right where my thigh meets my butt and I feel something melt inside me. Okay, this guy is good. This guy is way good. I love how confident he is, how much fun he seems to be having, how he seems desperate to get to know every inch of me. At this moment, I know that I’d do anything in the world this guy asks of me. I’ve never been so wet in my life, and he hasn’t so much as taken my panties off yet.

He moves up, kissing his way up my back. The sports bra I have on is a back clasp, and when he reaches it, he unclips it and pushes it down my shoulders so that my back is bare to him. He runs his hand up my spine and grinds against me, his breath hot on the back of my neck.

Oh, God, I need to feel something inside of me. I don’t care what right now, but he needs to give me something in the way of relief. I reach down and grab his hand, the one that has been on my hip and holding it steady, and pull it up to my mouth. I part my lips and take two of his fingers, sucking on them lightly, letting my teeth drag up against the pads. He lets out a moan and I feel his cock twitching hard against my ass.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asks, his voice deep and hungry in my ear.

My mind spins with the possibilities. I don’t even know where to start. He withdraws his fingers from my mouth, tracing their wetness across my lips for a moment or two as he gives me time to think about my response.

“Anything,” I breath in response, knowing that coming out with something like that to someone I barely know is dangerous, but not caring one bit. At this moment, I mean it. I want to surrender completely to his knowledge and expertise.