Lusting

As Eleanor arrived at work the next morning, she tried to push aside the events of the previous night with Whitney. She couldn't shake the memory of Whitney's warm smile and how she made her smile quickly disappear within a few minutes. But as she scrolled through her phone, Eleanor pushed aside the nagging doubts that threatened to consume her. It was just a fleeting moment, she told herself, nothing more than a passing distraction in the chaos of her life.

As she sat at her desk, Eleanor's fingers tapped impatiently against the keyboard, her gaze drifting to the clock on the wall. With each passing moment, the emptiness seemed to grow, a biting hunger that needed to be satisfied. The encounter with Whitney had aroused something in her that needed to be quenched. Unable to resist the pull any longer, Eleanor pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she searched through her mobile apps for Zoe. It was a reckless impulse, born of desperation and need, but she couldn't bring herself to care. All she wanted was to escape, if only for a moment, from the suffocating weight of her own thoughts. Her eyes scanned the screen, lingering on profiles and pictures, each one a tantalizing promise of something more. And then she saw her, a girl with a mischievous smile and eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief. Without hesitation, Eleanor sent a message, her words a tentative invitation into the unknown. And the girl responded almost immediately, her enthusiasm matching Eleanor's own, with playful banter and flirtatious hints of what was to come. It looked like a welcome distraction from Eleanor's thoughts.

 "So, what do you say we meet up? I know this great little coffee shop just around the corner."

Eleanor's heart raced with excitement at the prospect of a new adventure, a chance to forget, if only for a moment, the pain and uncertainty that had been weighing her down.

 "Sounds perfect. I'll see you there."

Hours passed in a blur of monotony as Eleanor went through the motions of her daily routine. She checked in guests, answered phone calls, and exchanged pleasantries with coworkers, all the while feeling the weight of her own loneliness pressing down upon her. And then, just as she was about to end her shift, a striking woman strode through the revolving doors, her presence commanding attention as she approached the front desk.

"Hi there. I'm checking in for a few nights. Name's Emily."

Eleanor's breath caught in her throat at the sight of her, her pulse quickening at the sound of her voice. There was something undeniably magnetic about Emily, something that drew Eleanor in despite herself. With a nervous smile, Eleanor began the check-in process, her fingers trembling slightly as she handed Emily her room card.

"Here you go, Emily. Room 304. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

But Emily's gaze lingered on Eleanor's face, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she leaned in closer.

 "Actually, there is. Do you have any recommendations for places to grab a bite around here? I'm new in town and could use a local's perspective."

Eleanor's heart raced at the implication of Emily's words, her mind racing with a thousand possibilities.

"Um, well, there's a great little bistro just down the street. I could write down the address for you if you'd like."

Emily grinned, her smile lighting up the room as she reached out to take Eleanor's hand.

 "That would be wonderful, thank you. And hey, if you're not too busy later, maybe you could join me for dinner. I'd love to get to know you better."

Eleanor's mind whirled with disbelief at the audacity of Emily's invitation, her thoughts spinning in dizzying circles as she struggled to find the right words to respond.

 "I... I don't know. I mean, I'm working..."

But Emily simply winked at her and tucked the slip of paper with the bistro's address into her pocket

 "Well, if you change your mind, 304 is where it is at. See you later, Eleanor."

And with that, Emily sauntered off to her room, leaving Eleanor standing behind the front desk, her heart pounding heavily.

 Eleanor got off work at the end of her shift and made her way to the coffee shop to meet her Zoe date. She quickly spotted her, as she looked exactly like her pictures-if not better. She sat across her while her mind drifted away from the conversation as she struggled to muster up any interest in what she was saying. The girl seemed chatty and talked about her job, hobbies, favorite movies, but none of it seemed to resonate with her. It was all just noise, a dull hum in the background as her thoughts wandered elsewhere. Eleanor kept stealing glances at her, noting the way she leaned back on the chair, eyes glazed over with boredom. It was clear that she was just going through the motions, as uninterested in the conversation as she was. But Eleanor couldn't bring herself to care. All she could think about was how badly she wanted to be somewhere else, doing something – anything – more exciting than sitting in a stuffy coffee shop making small talk. Her date continued to prattle on, oblivious to Eleanor's growing restlessness. She talked about her pet cat, her collection of vintage vinyl records, the latest episode of some obscure TV show Eleanor had never heard of. And with each passing minute, Eleanor's frustration grew. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Eleanor decided to take matters into her own hands. With a sly smile, she leaned across the table, her voice low and husky.

 "You know what? I'm not really feeling this whole conversation thing. How about we skip to the good part?"

The girl looked at her, confusion flickering in her eyes.

"The good part? What do you mean?"

Eleanor's smile widened as she reached out to trace a finger along her date's jawline, her gaze smoldering with desire.

 "I mean, let's cut to the chase. I'm horny as hell, and I don't want to waste any more time pretending to be interested in your record collection. How about we ditch this place and find somewhere more... private?"

Her date's eyes widened in surprise, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Um, I... I don't know what to say..."But Eleanor didn't give them a chance to respond. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slid out of her chair and took her hand, pulling her towards the door with an irresistible combination of confidence and allure.

"You don't need to say anything. Just follow me".

And with that, they slipped out of coffee shop and made their way to a nearby motel, and in a few mins, they were checked into a room. Inside the dimly lit room, Eleanor hurriedly pressed her against the wall, her hands roaming eagerly all over her body. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin. Without a word, Eleanor captured her lips in a fierce kiss, her mouth moving hungrily against hers as she drank in the taste of desire. She felt her date's hands tangle in her hair, pulling her closer with a desperate urgency that mirrored her own. She felt a primal need coursing through her veins, a hunger that demanded to be sated no matter the cost. Her hands roamed greedily over her date's body, tracing every curve and contour with a possessive intensity. She felt the heat building between them, a wildfire of passion that threatened to consume them both in its flames. And then, with a raw, unbridled intensity, Eleanor took control, her touch becoming more aggressive, more demanding. She pressed her body against her date's, her hips grinding against hers with a feverish urgency that left them both gasping for air. Their breath mingled in the cool night air as Eleanor's hands explored every inch of her body. She felt her date arch against her, their moans of pleasure mingling with the sounds of the city around them. With a fierce hunger, she slid her hand beneath her date's skirt, her fingers finding their way to the source of their shared need. As she explored, she felt her date let out a soft gasp as pleasure surged through their body. With each caress, each tantalizing touch, Eleanor felt her date's resistance crumble, replaced by a desperate longing for more. Their moans mingled in the stillness of the night, rising and falling in a symphony of desire as Eleanor's fingers danced over sensitive skin, igniting fires of passion with each stroke. She felt her date's body tremble with need, her hips rocking against her hand in a desperate plea for release. With a wicked grin, Eleanor increased the pressure, her movements growing more insistent, more demanding. She could feel her date teetering on the edge of ecstasy, their moans growing louder, more urgent with each passing second.

 "Oh, yeah babe.... that feels... so good..."

Eleanor, breathlessly: "You like that, huh?"

"Mmm... yeahh.... just like that..." 

"Oh god, yeah... don't stop...

Eleanor, with a soft moan: "I wasn't planning on it..."

"Harder... faster..."

Eleanor, her moans growing louder: "Oh... yes... please..."

"Fuck, dear... you too good at this..."

Eleanor, lost in pleasure: "Oh... yeah... right there..."

"I'm getting close... faster please..."

Eleanor, her moans reaching a crescendo: "Yes... yes... don't hold back..."

"Oh........ fuck....!"

And then, with a primal cry of pleasure, her date shattered beneath her touch, their body arching against the wall as waves of ecstasy washed over them .Afterwards, as they lay tangled together in the aftermath of their passion, Eleanor felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her, a fleeting moment of contentment amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

 "That was amazing."

 "Yeah, it was. Thank you." 

The conversation was brief with awkward pauses and furtive glances as they struggled to find the right words to say. And then, Eleanor felt a sudden urge to leave, a restless energy urging her to escape before the weight of reality came crashing down upon her once more.

 "I should go."

"Oh... okay. Will I see you again?"

Eleanor hesitated, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. But in the end, she knew that she couldn't stay, couldn't bear to face the consequences of her actions.

"I don't know. Maybe."

With a quick goodbye, Eleanor slipped out of the room, feeling unusually relieved.