My pussy was still wet and I felt it against my thighs as I took a slow stroll back to the elevator. I pushed the button and wait patiently as it makes its way back down. I was still coming off my high from the bar and the thrilling thoughts made me smile. An intoxicating smell permeated my nose and I felt a presence behind me. This person stood rather close to me and I refuse to turn and acknowledge. The all glass elevator finally made it’s way and the doors opened. I step in, he stepped in behind me. To my surprise, the man from the bar must have left as I walked out. My heart started to pound and I was nervous. I didn’t make eye contact and stood motionless. As the doors closed, I felt him move closer to my neck. He whispered in my ear, “I want you”, while his hand made it’s way straight under my shirt, to my very wet pussy. I couldn’t help but part my legs a bit. His fingers felt like they knew me. It seemed like the elevator was going in slow motion. I moaned out, wanting more of him. When I heard the elevator ding, the doors opened and I stepped out towards my room. I heard his foot steps faintly behind me. Was he going to stop at my room and join me? I pressed my key card against the door and as it opened, his voice called out, “can I join you”? I walked into my room and I gladly allowed him to enter. As soon as he entered, he picked me up and walked me to the bathroom counter. He placed my ass on the cold counter and dropped to his knees. He wasted no time and started to lick my clit with strong and long strokes. I grabbed the back of his head and started to grind on his face. I needed to feel him deep inside of me. The intense passion between us was overwhelming. I could have orgasmed all over his tongue, but I want his cock. First words I’ve spoken since leaving the bar, “fuck me” and he gladly obliged. Pulling his cock from his pants, it was hard, long and thick. Beautiful to my eyes. I can see the precum already on his tip. He pulled me forward, grabbing my legs and stretching them over my head, touching the mirror. I gave him full access to my sweet pussy. I was so wet and ready to take him deep in me. He rubbed the tip of his cock against my lips and I opened up like a flower. His long shaft went all the way in my pussy. He exhaled in ecstasy. His hands held a tight grip on my outer thighs and started to pound me. Each stroke harder and deeper than the last. I needed him to punish my pussy and that’s exactly what he did. I dug my nails into his back and pulled him closer. I felt his cock grow harder inside me. My clit was so sensitive and swollen that every time he pulled out, I was closer to exploding. His strokes soon became slower and more calculated. The feeling was so intense that I bit down on his arm and let myself explode all over his cock. As I orgasmed, my pussy gripped his cock, making him cum hard. His cock was pulsating so much inside me and as I felt his cum filling me, he leaned in and kissed me with such passion. He pulled his wet cock out of me, smiled and walked directly out the door. My mystery man remained a mystery as I never even got his name.