Morning Glory

by WhiteWitch

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Slow, Workplace, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: They met through IM at work. They had weeks of sultry IM conversations. What will happen when they finally unintentionally run into each other in dirty Las Vegas. Will it be hot as their conversations?

Part 1

It was 6:20am, still too early for her. But she could not sleep for hours now. She never sleeps in hotel rooms. Unfamiliar beds, alone, something about being in hotel room alone ... it always feels like something more supposed to happen. Like a fire burning inside of her looking for an adventure. Nothing has ever happened. She wasn't as brave as she used to, to go find her one. But she could not take off the edge either and sleep.

Ok time to get up, though she still had hours until she needed to be somewhere, see the same boring people, fake smiles, no fire. The strikes of bright colors in her raven hair were an indication of the fire she always carries with her. She does not belong in this dreary conference. Is there a conference for lost souls? She opened her computer again; nobody interesting online, no one who will help her with her with the bad ideas about hotel rooms, adventures and strangers. It is Las Vegas after all.

She thinks to herself: I'll just go get a cold bottle of water and some ice, maybe this will stop the burning sensation that something really needs to happen. Do I need to dress up for this? she thinks, looking in the mirror at a lot of very pale skin contrasting against her black silk baby doll and her charcoal nail polish. Thin straps one is falling from her shoulder a bit. It is bit chilly in the room, for a second she stroked her semi-hard nipples and down the small waist. It is showing a lot, but well it is just down the hall and it is early in Las Vegas, so it is probably fine. Maybe this will be my senses of adventure, she wonders, maybe this will help my mind start running and get me the relief I need. Though she can feel the fire in her veins she could not really start her mind and body going in order to pleasure herself and sleep a bit. She knew herself too well. She needed a contra; she needs someone else to get excited to get her mind going. He wasn't online ... It's been a while since they chatted on IM, she needs to forget about it, not healthy, make no sense, no use. Oh well, let's try this, at least I should put back my hipsters, talking to herself in her mind. She took them of in one of her fault attempt to get her body going during the night. Found them, black of course, seams of white lace. Two little bows, which show through the tight baby doll on her noticeable hipbones. She hopes it is not too chilly in the hall...

She takes the phone, card key, money and slipped through the door, looking around. No one there. Good or ... She walks down the hall, playing with her phone, maybe she will put some music on that always helps. She wasn't looking.

He wasn't looking either. Who can be there so early in the morning in Vegas? He just landed he was tired, sleep deprived, food deprived, time to himself deprived, everything deprived. And a little buzzed-up since he decided to drink on the plane to take his mind off things. He was running in his mind all the things he still needs to do before the conference starts and the call he needs to join soon enough, not even time to wash his face. Work. It gets old. Well there were good things about work. She was. But lately he decided to deprive himself of that too. Too much to do and he could end up chatting with her all day and nothing else and then feeling even more deprived.

Singing to herself, she suddenly bumps into him. Oh no ... she looks up ... Oh yes, he's kind of cute...

She looked again wondering why he is looking at her like that, pupils widening, open mouth. Oh god I am almost naked, she thinks. Forgot. He steps back a bit. Is he checking me out? ... and god it is chilly or this is excitement ... she wonders. Her nipples are hard now and showing now through the silk. Her phone fell on the floor. She is not going to bend down while he's looking at her. She wondered he's going to do something. She wants to cross her hands on her body for some coverage but he suddenly takes her hand. WTF.

Bumping into her put him back to reality. Is this the reality? A porcelain doll wearing nothing but silk baby doll in the hall of a measurable hotel in Vegas? Sounds more like a dream. And then he looks again. Suddenly he feels the need to grab the wall, his knees are almost buckling under him. It cannot be. She has bright strikes of color in her black hair, heavy eyeliner, she wears black, well alittle ... no heels, but it is morning and yes he thought she might end up in this conference too. It is more than he ever hoped. Don't look too much, she wears nothing. Has to, just making sure it is her, tight baby doll, it is chilly, hipsters, he thinks, little bows ... he notice that she's tries to cover herself and grabs her hand, this might be the only time he will see her like that, too hot to miss ... suddenly he feels so awaken and little warmth of fire in his low back. She does not recognize him. How can she, they never met.

Holding her warm hand, that feels like she just came out of bed, he says softly "Morning Glory..."

Now it is time for her eyes to get really wide and her jaw to drop. There is only one person in the world that know this nick name, since he gave it to her ... No way. She feels like running away. He holds her hand tighter.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she snaps, her eyes are dark and wild. Oh so I meet this personality first, he thinks to himself. He still likes her fire.

"The same thing that you do here" he says, smiling a little. "What the hell do YOU do this early in the morning wondering the halls of the hotel half naked, somebody kicked you out of bed for being snappy in the morning?"

"Oh how classy of you to notice what I wear right away, what a surprise!" and she thinks, it the first time I hear his voice, he's accent, it is sexy, she likes the softness.

"I just landed, I am tired, so much to do, can we just say hi, for the first time face to face..." he begs. Stroking her hand a bit without noticing.

She does. She looks at him again. He looks tired. And worried, like he has a lot on his shoulders like he needs a hug. Noticeable traces of deprivation. She softens, she wants to hug him, she wants him to smile. She was not good doing that on their last few chats, always too snappy that is why he ran away, she thinks...

"Look, it is so amazing to see you finally; I wish we can just grab coffee or something", he says and he thinks maybe some cloths, because I won't last for long not gazing on your cute breast and hard nipples, or maybe let's leave it like this, what are the chances I will get this view again. Stop. Stop. Fire. He can only think how it will feel to stroke her shoulder and slowly take off one of these straps off, exposing more snowy skin. Stop. Fire. Now he feels it where he should, his balls get tighter. Stop, you decided to stop this, remember, before fun becomes trouble. "But I really need to go, I am sorry, I have some calls to take and some preparations to do. Can we do this later?" He's stomach twitch with a sensation of a miss, she will be dressed up later, but maybe she will have heels on. The thought of her in heels always makes him go a bit crazy.

Oh no. this is her adventure. She knows when the world speaks to her. This time she won't let him miss on the best hours of the morning when she cannot sleep and she wears almost nothing and hope he will somehow notice through IM and have a smoldering chat with her. She takes a brief look and she's pretty sure that he's bulge suggests that he might be thinking the same think. "Sure we can, but I have a better idea" her voice is playful suddenly, though he never heard it before, he know this is trouble, maybe he hope it is... "You'll do your stuff much better with some coffee and breakfast. I just ordered some and I don't feel like eating it, so come you'll eat it and then I will let you go, ready for the day." Now she takes his hand, look deeply into his eyes and says "I promise to wear something" with a little naughty smile and sparkles in her eyes. He swallows hard. Too late, she drags him down the hallway to her room.

Part 2

They enter the room. "You see it is there, I wasn't lying just to drag you here". I kind of hoped you did, he thinks. Gazing at the lines of the hipsters showing on her ass through her baby doll when she turns her back to him. This is so much better than what he ever imagine chatting with her for hours. It is getting worse, he's cock twitches.

She kind of feels his gaze. She wishes for his hands. She coughs suddenly because every breath feels like fire. She worries that he can sense her fragrance. Already. Why he's doing this to her? She does not know him, she did not even recognized him. She can't believe it is finally happening, not online, not in IM he's here. But it is not allowed. It's work. He wants to stop, she knows. Think about work it will put the fire out.

She turns around, "I will go wear something, you sit here and take whatever you want from the breakfast". "It's ok, don't bother, I will just drink some coffee and go" Really is that why she should not bother, he thinks, "you should go back to sleep."

She rolls her eyes, smiles, narrows her sparkly brown eyes and says "whatever, you are trouble; you cannot think when hipsters are stuck in your head". She noticed he was gazing.

She takes his hand again and pulls him the direction of the sofa. She's small, but for some reason when she pushes his shoulder down, he just folds into the sofa. Free falling. He waited to feel like that for a long time. He cannot resist, he never can really resist, when he sees her online and wants to start the fire right away. Actually when it comes to her, it feels like it's burning constantly. He feels like he just wants to close his eye and let go. The calls...

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Ma/Fa / Consensual / Heterosexual / Slow / Workplace /