A stranger's tie

She met him at the rooftop bar of the hotel—all glass and skyline, soft jazz humming like a promise in the background. The city sprawled beneath them, lit like it had been lit just for them. He stood alone by the edge, sipping whiskey with the kind of distant gaze that said he was anywhere but here.

She watched him for a while. The loosened tie. The sharp jaw. The shadows under his eyes. He looked like a man who hadn’t been touched properly in months. So she approached, all legs and red lips, the click of her heels lost beneath the saxophone.

“Rough day?” she asked, voice low, intimate.

He blinked, surprised. Then smiled. Not big. Not easy. But real.

“You could say that,” he replied.

She took the seat beside him without asking. Crossed her legs slowly, letting her skirt rise just enough. She didn’t need to try hard. The air around her was already thick with heat.

They didn’t talk much. They didn’t need to. A few questions. A laugh. A look that lingered a moment too long.

By the time the second drink was delivered, his tie was undone, draped across the table.

She picked it up.

Ran it between her fingers.

Silk. Expensive. Still warm from his throat.

She twirled it, slowly, deliberately. “You know,” she murmured, “I could use this to blindfold you... or tie your hands. Which would you prefer?”

He swallowed hard.

She leaned in, pressed the fabric to his lips, her breath ghosting across his skin.

“Or,” she whispered, “I could leave it wrapped around your doorknob. So you never forget tonight.”

They didn’t go back to her place.

She followed him to his room.

The ride was quiet, tense, electric. Her hand on his thigh. His pulse racing under her palm. Every red light felt like it was begging them to pull over and fuck in the back seat.

When the door to his room closed, she turned to him and said, “Strip.”

His jacket fell first. Then his shirt. She took the tie back, wrapped it around her hand like a leash.

He reached for her. She stepped back.

“Not yet.”

She blindfolded him with the tie. Tied it tight. Kissed his mouth once, slow and deep.

Then led him by the wrist into the bedroom.

She didn’t turn on the lights. Just candles. The room bathed in soft gold.

He stood at the edge of the bed, blindfolded, muscles tense.

She undressed slowly, letting the sound of silk sliding over skin tease him. Her heels stayed on.

“Lie down,” she said.

He obeyed.

She straddled him, bare and wet, her pussy hovering just above his face. He groaned when he felt the wetness of her. He wanted to lick her.

But she didn’t let him in.

Not yet.

She ran her nails down his chest. Reached for his cock and ran her nails on the length of his shaft.

She lowered her body to his mouth and allowed his tongue to reach her pussy.

His hands on her thighs.

Her skin soft like a velvet.

She was slightly shifting her body so he can reach her clit. Moaning. Craving his fingers inside her.

She was so close. But she didn't want to cum yet.

Not before she puts his cock in her wet swollen pussy.

She leaned toward his cock and greedily put all of him in her mouth.

He gasped. Didn't expect to be that good... He haven't had a blow job in a while.

He was moving his hips faster and faster, trying to come in her mouth.

He whispered. “Please. Fuck. Please.”

She turned around and covered his mouth with her hand.

“You don’t get to speak,” she whispered. “Otherwise I will have to gag you.”

She took him in all at once. One deep, slick thrust.

They both moaned.

She rode him hard and slow. Grinding. Clenching.

He was so ready. He couldn't wait for her.

When he came, it was with her name in his mouth and her teeth on his neck.

She caressed his head till he fell asleep.

She slowly untied him and gently kissed his eyes.

The next morning, he woke up alone.

No number. No note.

Just the tie, looped carefully around the doorknob.

And the faint scent of her on his skin.

Years later, he still kept that tie in a drawer.

And sometimes, late at night, he took it out and held it.

Some memories will forever linger with us...

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