A snowstorm knocks the power out at your out-of-town business conference. Then you find you room has been given to the handsome author you’ve desired for a decade. If you’re nice to him he may just let you stay.

You rub your temples as the last keynote session ends, the dull hum of tired conversation fills the conference hall. It was the third day of the leadership summit, and the snowstorm outside shows no sign of easing. Flakes swirled past the tall windows, and the gray sky seemed to press down on the city like a weight. Your phone buzzes— it’s a notification from the hotel: Power outage. Elevators temporarily unavailable. Please return to your rooms.

“Perfect,” you mutter, glancing down at your heels. That’s Twenty floors up.

You gather your bag and coat, hesitating near the exit as you watch me signing books.

So you think. I finally get to see Roy Ascroft

I was taller than you imagined from my book covers, with salt-and-pepper hair that leans more silver in the dim light. My voice is steady and commanding, talking about people management like it was an art form. 

You recall that same voice from the first audiobook you bought more than a decade ago.You remember that business trip where you listened to me while masturbating to my picture on the box, fantasizing about my lips and hands all over you, reading you and understanding all you wanted and needed – just like I seemed to be able to do with everyone.

Now, as people shuffled out towards their rooms, I stood chatting with a cluster of admirers. You debate coming over to say hi. After all, you’ve waited ten years to actually meet me. But now is not the time. You’re not happy and you have all those stairs to climb. 

By the fifteenth floor, your calves burn, and you’ve stripped off your blazer, the silk blouse beneath clinging to your back. The stairway is dimly lit under security lights. Cursing under your breath you hear footsteps behind you coming at a surprisingly brisk pace.  

“Thought I was the only one stubborn enough to tackle twenty flights,” you hear me say. 

“Misery loves company,” you reply, pushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead. “You’re not staying here tonight are you?”

“Wasn’t supposed to be,” I admit. “Flight has been canceled. Thankfully, the hotel found me the last room, though.”

We climb the final flights together, exchanging small talk about the conference. You find me easy to talk to—witty, sharp, the kind of man who listens as intently as he speaks. By the time we reach the twentieth floor, you find yourself almost regretting that we’d reached the end of our conversation.

Then we both stop in front of the same door. Room 2069.

I  smile, checking the keycard in my hand. “ This is me.”

You blink. “No, it’s not. This is my room.”

“Hmmm, The Front desk was rushing with the outage. Guess they didn’t realize you were still here.”

You huff, reaching for her own key. “Well, they must have written it down wrong.. I’m not hiking down twenty flights to argue about it. You’ll have to find someplace else.”

You press your card in front of the door but nothing happens. 

“Well,” I say. “ There’s one way to find out if this is really MY room. I wave my own card in front of you

Your heart pounds as you watch my hand. The lock blinks green. I grin. A warm flush of embarrassment covers your face as I stride inside.

“EIther you’re extremely neat,” I say, “or they came and removed your stuff. Don’t worry, I always carry a second toothbrush. My dentist gives them out like candy.”

You look around the room, You can’t believe your things are gone. The hallway is silent, the emergency lights casting everything in soft shadows. The room, though it was no longer yours, was still warm and inviting.  Your legs are aching, your patience is frayed. You stare silently into my face.

“Hey don’t worry about your stuff, “ I say.  “This is a fine hotel. I’m sure it’s been neatly folded, put away and is safely in a storage room somewhere.”  

“What am I going to do?” you ask, sounding defeated.

“Thankfully I’m willing to share. You won’t even need to walk back downstairs. I’ll take care of all your needs tonight.  There’s a robe in the closet and if you don’t like robes you’re more than welcome to a pair of my boxers and a T-shirt.”

Roy Ascroft is making a pass at you. Isn’t he better than that? you ask yourself. Then you think back to ten years ago. The idea of this situation would have aroused you to no end. Maybe you just need to get out of this bad mood. 

You notice a bottle of wine on the desk with a card beside it. I pick up the bottle and open it, before looking at the card. “Compliments of the conference,” I say, handing you the first glass. 

So many things are running through your mind. The little fantasies you thought about when I was onstage, the fear of this new situation and not knowing what I was going to do. But why fear it ? you wondered. Isn’t this what you want?

“Cheers” you hear me say. I clink your glass. You down it practically without thinking. 

“I don’t blame you,” I say, raising my own glass. “One of those days hunh. I’m sure you’re legs are tired.To be honest. I was admiring them on my way up. They seem as strong as  they are sexy.”

You feel a flush as you look around the room again –  lit mostly by the window’s pale late afternoon winter sunlight light. Judging by things it won’t be light for long. 

The snowstorm outside makes everything feel cocooned, private. Not real in a sense.

You kick off your shoes and collapse onto the edge of the bed, rubbing your feet. You want to think of something witty to say, but just state the obvious.  “My legs are aching and I’m freezing. I’d die for a hot shower right now.”

“Well now’s the time,” I suggest. The hot water in the tank won’t last forever. If I were you I’d take advantage and do it NOW.”

Take advantage. You thought. You were sure the words had a double meaning the way I said them. 

“OK, I will.” you agree. “No funny business?”

“Hey, you didn’t laugh at my dentist joke. How funny can I be?”

“Okay Mr. Comedian, get me another glass of wine.. I’m getting that shower. And once I’ve got my strength back I’m tossing you out where you belong.”

You read my face as I pour. My confidence remains intact.

“Here you go Gorgeous, but if I may remind you of a few scientific facts about this power outage. We’re moderately warm for now because heat rises, but that’s only temporary. There’s no sofa in the room, and in an hour or two it will be too cold to sleep on the floor. Face it. We’ll end up sharing a bed together regardless. It’s simple survival.”

You flush again at my logic. This time you realize  the flush is less of embarrassment and more of excitement. Was I right? Was there really no other option? 

You put on a brave face and say. “We’ll see about that mister.”

You shut the bathroom door and turn on the shower into full hot mode. The room begins to fill with steam. Your heart is pounding. You take off your outfit and put the skirt and jacket on a hanger so that the steam will take the wrinkles out.

The humidity and warmth of the room is soothing after days of frigid cold. But it’s getting dark. The sunlight through the small frosted glass window was getting dimmer and dimmer.

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The winter dusk is approaching quickly. It’s less than a minute away from being totally dark.  Between the growing dimness and the steam it’s becoming almost impossible to see. 

You nudge your purse and you hear the clatter as your makeup drops to the floor and scatters. Getting down on your hands and knees you reach out in the growing darkness to grab them. 

You now realize you’re naked on your knees with Roy Ashcroft just on the other side of the door. As much as you’ve tried to hide it, you’re incredibly turned on,. You touch your dripping pussy with one hand as you reach out and grab your lipstick off the floor  and put it back on the vanity. You have to feel your way around.. The shower continues to pound its heat relentlessly beside you,creating a thick layer of steam that begins to feel stifling. 

As the darkness becomes complete there’s no way you can take a shower safely or even see what you’re doing to turn the shower off without getting scalded. Your clothes are no longer visible either. Naked, on your knees and out of options, you wonder what’s taking me so long. You left the door unlocked for a reason. 

Under normal circumstances you’d never have sex with a man like this, but was it really your choice or was it fate? The universe wasn’t whispering to you. It was shouting loudly, but… Being cautious, you wanted one more test. Would I try the door or not? Still on your knees, you debate getting up to your feet, then you hear the handle jiggle and the door swing open.

The hotel room is only slightly more lighted than the bathroom.  Slivers of a small emergency light near the door provide the only illumination. You feel a rush of the cool room air and you can breath again. Your nipples harden like rocks. There’s a shadow right in front of your face. A searching hand finds your head and you feel something press against your face.

“Well aren’t you just all ready for me,” I say. 

I press against your lips and you feel my cock enter your mouth. I’m already somewhat hard, but you know you can make me like a rock.  My hands caress your head in a sensual way.

Yessss gorgeous….. Mmmm your hair feels so silky.  Take my manhood now. Oh yes. Suck on it. Mmmm I’ve wanted to get inside your mouth as soon as I saw you on the stairs. It took all my energy not to grab you, rip open your blouse and devour you with my tongue.”

I closed the door, and the darkness envelops you again. There’s something incredibly hot about you feeling me fill up your mouth.  Still on your hands and knees on the bathroom tiles with nothing you can see you instead concentrate on the feelings – tasting a man you had always admired. A man who now is focused on you as a lusty female sex object worthy of his cock. 

“Taste me beautiful, ” I say. “And know how badly I want you. I saw the way you looked at me in the hallway. You wanted this cock and now it’s yours. You’re giving me wild pleasure like I’ve never had before.  Let’s see if you take all of me.

I grip your head and slide in as you feel me in your throat. The consistency of my girth keeps you from gagging, although it’s more difficult to breathe. I begin to rock back and forth and you feel my rhythm. You reach out and slide your hand up my thigh, until you feel the soft yielding touch of my balls. 

“Oh yes, caress them gorgeous. Feel how hard you’re making me. Oh God.  I’m like a fucking rock in your mouth. “

I become more aggressive gripping your hair and fucking your face. You love my growing lack of control, but don’t want it to end so soon. 

“Don’t worry,” I say as if reading your mind. ‘This is just the start.” 

I pull our of your mouth and you gasp, feeling the tendrils of precum and saliva dripping down your chin. You feel me pick you up by the armpits.  And my lips begin to devour yours as I grip you towards me. The shower continues it’s pounding heat. It’s soo humid with the door closed – intense and stifling, almost like being choked – uncomfortable but arousing.

Just when you think you can’t stand it anymore, my foot pushes against the door and a rush of cool air whooshes in – hardening your nipples yet again and allowing you to breathe. I pick you up and bring you into the dimly lit room.

I place you sitting on the desk next to the bed facing me and grab a pillow for your back. Your legs are already open and your pussy aching for me. I probe you with my head slowly just to hear you moan as I stand in front of you.

“Mmm I have been searching the country for a woman like you, I say “A woman of intelligence and spirit who just oozes sexuality for the right man to see it. Let me kiss that gorgeous neck of yours. “

I do so and slide in even further. You hear yourself emit a yelping moan that even turns YOU on. My lips are in all the right places. You find yourself tingling and melting and moaning as you feel me build up a rhythm. The air is cooling you off, while at the same time the heat of my body and my mouth is intoxicating. It’s an amazing feeling. 

I grab your hair again to show you my dominance and meet your mouth in the most passionate and sensually-aggressive kissing you’ve ever felt.  My other hand plays with your breasts pinching them in ways that drive you crazy. The girth of my member fills you as you begin to match my speed as it moves from controlled to animalistic – just furious fucking unencumbered by any thoughts of control. Twitching, reacting, convulsing. As the sound of wet juicy pounding reaches your ears and adds to your excitement. 

I take my mouth off of yours and you grip me reflexively. Our faces over each other’s shoulder as we do everything we can to merge into one. You’ve never felt sexually closer to anyone in your life. You feel your orgasm rise in the same tempo as mine.

“Come with me Gorgeous. We’re both ready for it. Feel my balls bounce against your ass. I’m going to give you everything I have. Ohhh,ohhh, OHHHH!!”

The orgasm was like a blinding flash of light, your body exploding into a warm numbness and your brain cleared of every thought, criticism or worry. You are just content to be. 

We stood there, connected for what seemed like hours, breathing heavily, caressing each other’s bodies and moaning lightly into each other’s ears. You don’t even notice as I place you into the bed, our bed ,and slide in beside you. 

After what seems like hours you ask for another glass of wine. I turn around and switch on the light. 

“The power’s back!” you say with surprise.

“Actually,” I reply, “It came back just after you went into the shower. I turned everything off so you could enjoy the mood.”

You smile as you reach out for your wine. “You are a very bad boy Mr. Ashcroft.”

I am, I admitted. “And you bring out the mischief in me.”