One-Night Stand

Chapter 1

The July rain poured relentlessly, heavy drops beating against the corrugated iron roof of Lush bar on the street as if trying to tear the sky apart. I—Donald, 29 years old, a construction engineer who had broken up with my ex three months ago—walked in with a hollow heart. My soaked shirt clung tightly to my chest. I sat down at the bar and ordered my second glass of whisky when my eyes were drawn to the far end of the counter.

She was wearing a tight black silk dress, falling just below the knee yet hugging her body so closely every curve was clearly defined. Her skin glowed rosy under the purple neon lights, and her long hair fell over rain-dampened shoulders, a few strands clinging to her neck. She—Hannah, as I would later learn her name was—was chatting and laughing with the bartender, speaking in the raspy voice typical of someone drinking while vaping a mint-flavored electronic cigarette. I hadn't planned on approaching anyone, but when she turned and our eyes locked for just a second, I knew I wouldn't be going home alone tonight.

I picked up my drink and walked over, setting it down beside her.

"Are you really out here all alone in weather like this?"

She smiled, her full red lips curving in a provocative pout.

"I like the rain. Rain makes people... a bit more willing to let go."

Just that single sentence sent a sudden wave of heat straight to my gut. We talked—about work, movies, and gradually drifted toward things not easily spoken in a crowded place. Liquid courage loosened our tongues. She mentioned she had broken up with her ex a month ago and was starving. I laughed out loud, saying I was just as starving. She took another sip of her Martini, lightly licking the rim of the glass, her eyes sparkling.

"When you're starving, you have to find a way to fill yourself up."

By the fourth drink, her hand was already resting on my thigh beneath the bar. Burgundy-painted fingers brushed lightly against the denim fabric, slowly inching closer to the growing tension. I caught her hand and whispered into her ear:

"There's a hotel just three blocks away. Want to go?"

She didn't answer. She simply stood up, grabbed her handbag, and walked toward the door.

The rain was still pouring. We sprinted across Le Loi street, our clothes drenched, laughing like a pair of madmen. The moment we stepped into the small hotel down the street and the door clicked shut, she turned around, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me fiercely.

The scent of Creed Aventus on my skin mixed with the smell of rain and her hot, feverish flesh. Her tongue tangled with mine, wet and greedy. I slid my hand into her hair, pulling slightly, and she let out a low moan in the back of her throat. My hand groped downward, pulling the zipper down her back. The black silk dress slipped to the floor, revealing her full breasts encased in a sheer black lace bra. I leaned down, taking one nipple through the lace and biting it lightly. She gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly.

"Slow down... please... I want to savor it..."

Neither of us had any patience left. I picked her up and tossed her onto the pristine white king-size bed. I tore her bra off—literally—snapping the clasps. Her full, rounded breasts sprang free, the pink nipples already standing hard from arousal. I took one in my mouth and sucked hard, kneading the other with my hand. She arched her back, moaning, and pressed my head down harder.

"Ah... harder... do it harder... I like being ruined..."

I laughed, leaving her breasts and moving down. Her black lace panties were soaking wet—and not from the rain. I pulled them down, revealing dark, lush pubic hair neatly trimmed into a perfect inverted triangle. The rich scent of a woman rushed into my nose, blending with the lingering smell of rain on our skin. I used two fingers to part her swollen pink folds, the slickness stretching into long threads.

"Good god... how long have you been this wet, baby?"

She blushed, her voice breathless:

"Since you put your hand on my thigh under the bar..."