She used her key card and entered the hotel room. Something had been wrong the whole week. It had been nagging at the edges of her thoughts. It distracted her at work. It made it hard to sleep. The feeling was insistent. Constant. Something was not right. She undressed and showered, alternating hot and cold. She scrubbed hard as if trying to remember what was so agonizingly out of reach. She had executed her work with precision and poise but it had taken an iron will to focus and make it to Friday.
The feeling of wrongness had only increased over the weekend. She couldn’t relax. Couldn’t have fun. Something was out of place. She dried herself and looked at the woman in the mirror. A woman barely keeping the frantic out of her eyes. This couldn’t continue. She needed to fix it. She dried her hair and braided it, taking extra care. She focused on perfection to distract from the screaming anxiety clawing at her brain. Deodorant. Lotion. Perfume. Makeup. Her best work tonight. Her best for her night out. She tried to lose herself in her reflection. Something was WRONG! Distraction. She looked perfect.
A moment to look through her under garments. Selection. She bypassed the panties for now and pulled on her thigh highs. The encasing material seemed to calm her a bit as she adjusted them. Something was… strangely she skipped her panties and instead slipped on her heels, the ones that hurt her feet. But that wasn’t… Her evening dress lay forgotten as she crawled onto the bed on all fours. Yes. This felt… better. Something was still strange, but this was… tolerable.
She adjusted herself, raising her bare ass into the air, her fresh and clean sex facing the door to her room. She lowered her face but didn’t touch the sheets, she preserved her pristine makeup. Was this better? It felt better. What was going on? No, that was the wrong thought. And she she stopped trying to think about it. The anxiety finally ebbing just a bit as she did so. Maybe she could relax soon. She kept her body still, only flexing occasionally to keep circulation. Distantly she was aware that her nipples had grown hard. Her skin prickled with goose bumps and became flushed. Her pussy became warm, then slick, then fully wet. The light occasional drops from her cunt to the sheets went ignored. The wrongness hovered lightly over her while she shivered.
She didn’t hear the door open. The sounds of keys being laid on the table or subtle brush of clothes and undressing. Her breathing had become ragged, almost a pant though she was beyond thinking about that. When she felt herself penetrated, everything became clear. The shaft slid inside her folds like a long lost missing piece. Her body responded to what was missing by finally releasing. Her climax consumed every part of her and she heard her own whimper like it was from someone else. Firm hands on her backside. A thrust and pure pleasure. Thoughts began to blank. Her mind had just enough time to register the steady rhythm of fucking begin as it dissolved into nothingness.
Finally everything was right.