Sex with a stranger

As you lay back in the bed, you start to wonder about this whole situation - what have you done?
He'd sort of backed you into a corner in his e-mails, by asking if you were really adventurous. You'd said yes, of course, you'd try anything - couldn't let him think you were boring, couldn't just say 'no!' And that's when he'd bet he could come up with something you wouldn't do. So you, stupidly, challenged him to that, said you'd definitely try anything, that there was nothing he could think of you wouldn't do... You'd added some conditions already, very wary by now: it mustn't be illegal, no one would get hurt, there'd only be you and him involved, and so on. And he simply said, no problem. Or rather, he wrote, no problem, because you were still only communicating by e-mail, through the website...

...and now, here you were, in a darkened hotel room, laying naked And you've never seen him before.

You've never spoken to him, only ever communicated by those e-mails! He was right: his challenge wasn't illegal, no-one would get hurt, there'd only be the two of you... But what a challenge! He had dared you to go to bed with a man who you'd never seen, whose voice you'd never heard, in the dark so you would STILL never see him while you were in bed together! Sex with a stranger, in the most literal, total sense. Then he'd leave again, and even afterwards you'd never know what he looked like, never hear him speak. Even though he'd made love to you, even though he'd had the full run of your body...

Your pride wouldn't let you back own, so you said yes. And now, thanks to your stupid, stubborn pride, there was no way out.

And yet, even right now, in the bed, in the dark, you're not even sure if you really want a way out! You're nervous of course, as you lay there, still and silent. Desperately nervous: what if he's hideous? What if he smells disgusting? What if he's 75 years old? What if he's 25 stone?

According to his profile, he's none of these - he sounds very sexy in fact - 6'4", handsome looking, athletic build, intelligent, well educated, blue eyes, blonde hair. But he might be lying... He said not (but then he would...), and to be fair, he's only seen one small picture of you. And you'll be able to tell some things in the dark, surely? Like how tall he really is, if he's fat or not - and if he's obviously lying, you can just get up and run, or shout or something. Can't you? How the hell do you explain the situation to anyone though?

The thing is, he said it would be an incredible buzz to have sex with someone who you wouldn't see, hadn't seen. Despite all your fears, you could see that. And he's right - it IS a buzz. THIS is a buzz!

You've not done anything remotely like this before, never even thought of anything like this before, and you can feel a tingle of anticipation, a concentration of heat between your legs, your mouth is dry, your nipples are already hardening gently, and it's not just because the bedsheet is rubbing against them. Yes, this is scary, terrifying even, and SO exhilarating too! Not so much fear of the unknown, but relishing it...

You're aroused, despite your dread of what might be coming. You slide your hand down the smooth skin of your stomach and start to probe, feeling yourself with your finger, gently playing with your lips, when suddenly you freeze, startled... ...there's a knocking on the door!

Three times then once, as you'd agreed in your mails. he's here!You're damp between your legs, but your mouth is dry as sandpaper. As the door opens, light from the corridor spills into the room, but the bed is around the corner and you can't see him. Then blackness closes in on you once more as he pushes the door gently shut.

He doesn't say a word. But you can hear the sound of him now, a rustling of material as he takes off his clothes. Then the pad of his feet... in YOUR direction towards the bed, cautious as he struggles with the darkness. Next, a silence for a long, tense moment, as you heart pounds noisily inside your chest.

What's he doing? You jump, startled, as you feel the sheets draped across you begin to move. He's found the bed covers, and he's pulling them back! Oh lord, he's getting onto the bed... You're shaking, quivering now.

The tensions unbearable... What HAVE you done?