Kallie. I was sure it was short for something, but couldn't figure it out. Normally, I'd not even be curious but something about her was calling to me from the moment I saw her walk into the hotel lounge area. Her dress was gorgeous, revealing every luscious curve, but in a classy way. Almost as if she were dressed for the red carpet, she sailed into the room and caught the eye of every man around. I had to make sure I was the first to approach her, and when we'd made eye contact, she looked away, pretending we hadn't. That's when I knew I'd caught her eye as well.

We sat next to each other in catty-corner loungers as we chatted, and I found that she was incredibly fascinating. She worked in computers, or so she told me. I was never one to believe what people said their profession was out of the gate in these circumstances, but she was clearly smart. We talked about books we'd read, and we had a lot in common, if we were both being honest, which I was. I hadn't enjoyed the company of someone intellectual and beautiful in a long time.

Kallie shifted in her seat, and I reached my hand over, placing it on hers. “You seem nervous, Kallie. Are you uncomfortable being here with me?”

After a moment of hesitation, she replied, “I don’t get out a whole lot, Ethan. I’m not nervous, though. I find you interesting.”

Maybe she wasn’t nervous at all; maybe she was feeling exactly what I was. The connection between us caught me off guard, but I didn’t want it to end. We’d been talking for a couple of hours, watching the other patrons of the bar, making up stories about why they were in town, simply enjoying each other’s company. It was beginning to get late, and I found I didn’t want the night to end.

Everything about her was sexy. Of course, the dress with no back and the slit up her thigh was amazing, and I had to adjust myself several times to quell the stiffening in my pants, but it wasn't just that. She listened to my bullshit stories with intent, contemplating my words, and asking questions. She was a wonderful conversationalist and knew a lot about a vast number of subjects we covered in the two hours we sat at that little table.

It was fucking hot. Intelligence is fucking sexy. I wanted her. I'd have ravaged her on that lounge table if I could have, right then and there.

I still had my hand on hers, and I tightened my grip slightly, leaning in. I was going for it. "Kallie, I want to spend the night with you."

Swallowing, she hesitated. “What?” she said in a whisper.

Wanting to be clear, I felt compelled to add my disclaimer, but it didn't roll off my tongue like it normally would have. She was a woman I was going to remember forever, regardless of her answer. "I find you incredibly sexy. I want you. I know you're only visiting for a bit, so it probably won't end up going anywhere long-term for us, but I would really love to get you out of that dress, and get to know you more… intimately. What do you think?"

Blunt can be good sometimes, and I was willing to roll the dice.

I watched as her jaw fell slightly open. It was clear she'd never been propositioned in such a way, which honestly made me want her even more. I prayed she would say yes, so I could see what was hiding under that dress. I might have her keep those fucking heels on, though. Distracted by my own thoughts, thinking about her legs wrapped around my neck with those heels still strapped to her ankles, I almost missed her reply.

“Let’s go,” she said softly.

“Are you sure?” I heard her say it, but I wanted to hear it again.

“Yes. Let’s go,” she repeated matter-of-factly. Kallie stood up, pulling me up with her, as our hands were still connected. Silently, she turned to walk out of the bar, toward the lobby and the elevators, with me in tow. I didn’t let go of her hand as she pressed the elevator button, only glancing at me once, a sly smirk on her face.

The elevator doors opened and I followed her in, watching her press the eleventh-floor button. We were completely alone in the elevator and the moment the doors closed, I lunged at her, my lips crashing into hers. I was hard as a rock within a moment and had her backed up against the wall, panting with her as we kissed.

I couldn't keep my hands off her, and as my hand found her perfect ass, I took a handful of it, pulling her into my hardness, causing her to moan slightly. The taste of her tongue held a hint of the red wine she'd been drinking, and while I thought we'd only been a second, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened on the eleventh floor.

Reluctantly, I let her go so I could follow her to her room. Halfway down the bright hallway, she pulled out her room key, and let us into room 1123. I needed to get my hands on her again immediately.

“Here we are,” she said, closing the door behind us. Her face was flushed, and her lipstick slightly smudged from our escapade, and I was ready to ruin it.

“You sure about this?” I asked again. I don’t know why I kept asking; I suppose I just wanted to make sure she wanted it too. We all need a little validation now and again, and I didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t change her mind, as much as I hoped she wouldn’t.

She gently pressed her index finger to my lips and produced a coy smile. “Stop asking me that. You wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure.”

I felt the smirk form, and I grabbed her wrist quickly, moving it to my waist and pulling her close. Pushing my face into her neck, I inhaled her sweet smell and planted kisses, moving my way down toward her shoulder. Another slight moan escaped her lips, driving me wild. Her hands roamed up my back under my jacket, sending chills down my spine. I wanted her right then, but I was going to to take my time and savor her.

We'd barely made it inside her hotel room when we were making out, and even though she was a perfect stranger, it felt like we'd known each other forever. It was seductive and sensual, and not in a seedy one-night stand sort of way. She slid my jacket off my shoulders, gently biting my lower lip at the same time. Once she'd tossed it aside, I went to work getting my tie undone. I'd been dressed like I go to work, for the most part, which included a jacket and tie, even if I was only going out for a drink by myself.

I started to push us toward the king-sized bed in the middle of the room while she began unbuttoning my shirt. Her soft touch, coupled with her animalistic desire for me, was practically sensory overload.

I couldn’t wait to take that dress off her, but the soft material under my hands as I cupped her ass, pulling her against my hardness, felt amazing. We hadn’t spoken a word since I asked her if she was sure, yet we were completely in sync. Kallie had my shirt unbuttoned now, and was running her hands from my shoulders down to my chest when she slid the shirt off me as well. Standing there in nothing but my pants, I pulled back for just a moment, to take her in.

“How do I get you out of this dress, Kallie?”

Grinning at me, her perfectly white teeth emerging behind her pale pink lips, she silently turned around and pointed to a tiny little clasp at the small of her back. Fuck, this dress was sexy. I fumbled for just a moment, taking in her exposed skin, and undid the clasp, which caused the dress to loosen enough that I could slide it right off her. Before I did, though, I swept her luscious dark hair aside, and licked at her neck from behind, causing her to lean a bit.

I steadied her with one hand and at that moment, I realized she had no bra on. She couldn't have, with that open back, and I slid one of the tiny straps down her arm, exposing her breast. Immediately, I slid the other down, revealing her completely, although her back was still to me.

Reaching around to her front, I pulled her against me and ran my hands along her perfectly toned abdomen, and up to her breasts, taking them in my hands. They were perfect, and her nipples tightened under my touch as I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. While I didn't want to stop playing with them, I slid my hands down, pushing the dress over her hips, and watched as it pooled on the floor around her ankles. She stood there in front of me, still facing the bed, in nothing but the sexiest black lace panties, and those fucking heels, which accentuated her athletic legs.

My heart was pounding against my chest at this point, and my cock was straining to get out. I helped her step out of the dress and pulled her flush against me, running one hand back up to her perfect tit, and the other down into her panties, which were wet. She leaned back into me, as I massaged her sensitive areas, licking and nipping at her shoulder, causing her to shiver.

Her breathing became deep and I knew I needed to be inside her soon. I spun her around, and without getting the full view I'd been waiting for, we began kissing feverishly again. Hungry for each other is the only way to describe it.

She worked me out of my pants and boxer briefs, haphazardly tossing them to the side, and I pushed her onto the bed, finally taking in her body. I consumed her with my eyes, as if she were an item on the menu. Still wearing her panties, and the heels, I decided that the heels were definitely staying. I crawled up toward her on the bed, reaching for the lace and pulling it down, gently working her panties off her. She reached for the strap of her heel, as if she were going to remove it, and I grabbed her hand.

“Keep them on,” I said gruffly.

A smirk formed and she moved her hand away. She leaned back, and with one of her ankles in my hand, I lifted her leg, moving into a kneeling position between hers. I kissed my way down her leg, toward her inner thigh, when I glanced down at her and found she was gently pinching her own nipples, enjoying the sensations. Her eyes were closed and she was ready for me to taste every bit of her. Watching her touch herself was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen, her pink nipples tight and pebbled between her fingers. She pinched and squeezed as I buried my face between her legs, devouring her.