Lonely in L.A.

I don't do this. I simply don't. But I was emboldened by theloneliness of being in a strange city without any friends around. I was taking my first trip to Los Angeles for an appearance on a game show. I'd be getting up bright and early the next morning and was spending the evening alone in a hotel restaurant. A group of what I could only guess were "regulars" were circled around the bar watching a basketball game and nursing their drinks.It was a pretty sad group of people with the exception of a very attractive young lady. What she was doing among this group was a mystery. I was quickly becoming obsessed with the lines of her stockings and the shape of her neck as she turned to occasionally discuss the game with her neighbors."How ya doin', hon?" asked the waitress as she brought another beer. She'd been setting me up all evening without me having to ask. Emboldened by the alcohol, I asked if she could ankara escort make sure that the young lady at the bar got another round of whatever she was drinking on me.I didn't expect anything to come of it except maybe a wink and a nod. I'm not particularly good at being suave. I definitely didn't expect her to come over to my table, drink in hand, and sit down across from me."To whom do I owe this pleasure?" she asked, extending her free hand across the table, her long nails glittering in the light. I stammered my way through an introduction and managed to make some small talk with her. She had a voice like rust and told me her name was Harlow ("Just like the movie star," she said). The more we talked, the more we drank, and the more I got the feeling that Harlow was waiting to ask her back to my room.Who was I to refuse such a pretty lady?I felt like I had to be dreaming as we made our ankara escort bayan way to my cheap little room. Even though it was late, the L.A. air was stiflingly hot and the nearby traffic maintained its dull roar. Had I not known, I would have thought it was the drone of the ocean.Once inside, Harlow plopped on my bed, nearly spilling the drink she got "for the road." Not wasting any time, she reached into her purse and took out a condom, placing it on the bedside table. With a lascivious wink in my direction, she asked if I minded making out first."Of course I don't mind," I said, sitting down next to her and taking her hand in mine. I looked into her bright green eyes and put my mouth to hers. She quickly slipped her tongue into my mouth. She took her hand out of mine and moved it behind my head, pushing my face closer to hers.That kiss took my breath away but it was nothing compared escort ankara to the sensation of her hand reaching down, unbuttoning my shirt, and finding one of my nipples between her sharp fingernails. I practically melted under her as she roughly tweaked my left nipple. I moaned into her mouth and she moaned back with the pleasure of knowing that I was falling under her spell.That's what it felt like, too. It was probably the drinking mixed with lust but I felt like I was beguiled. With expert skill, she quickly had me out of my shirt and pants, leaned back on the bed over me, her tongue still exploring my mouth while her hands became familiar with my body.I wanted her. I wanted to touch her the way she was touching me. And quickly she was ready to let me.She stood up, towering over me while I lay on the bed, and lifted her skirt before straddling my face and putting her panties on my mouth. I could feel the warmth of her sex but immediately sensed that something was wrong. The sweet smell of pussy was replaced with something else something? masculine. I wasn't really sure what to do. I was dismayed but, at the same time, completely turned on by her.