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He likes to manhandle my body. While I enjoy the sensation of a soapy, shower massage, a little piece of me is nervous that this guy will snap and really do something crazy.
     
    The stranger moves his hands down to my ass. Now this is starting to get interesting! He grabs my butt and gives it a nice spank. His hands move up to my stomach and head right towards my tits. He plays with my nipples, which causes me to move my head back against his chest. Dammit. He could do this to me all night. I close my eyes. And then I feel the stranger’s hands move up to my neck. He places his right forearm against my throat. I open my eyes and feel his hard cock against my ass. I reach back and feel his thighs as he begins to dry hump me.
     
    That cock starts to get nice and hard. He uses me as his fuck prop for a full minute before he stops. Then he begins to wash himself. I try to grab the soap and wash him. He refuses. Damn, well, that is not going to stop me from putting my hands on him. I run my fingers across the stranger’s flat stomach and strong chest. I playfully scratch his nipples. “You like that?” I ask in my softest voice.
     
    “That’s nice,” he says. I decide to tease him some more. So I lean in and begin to lick and suck on his nipples. The stranger rewards me with a couple of his fingers between my legs. Soon, we stop washing and start playing around. I begin to jerk off my anonymous lover while he rubs me out. We get pretty hot and heavy. And then, he gets back to washing himself off. What a tease.
     
    The stranger dries himself off and heads to the bedroom. He quickly gets himself dressed and starts gathering his stuff. I try to get dressed as well. As the stranger zips up his bag, I try to think of something to say to him. But I’m just too tongue tied to come up with anything clever to say. My anonymous lover pats me on the ass and leers at my body as he walks out of the door. No words need to be exchanged. That’s just his abstract way of saying, “goodbye” without getting too personal.
     
    The door closes behind the stranger, leaving me alone in this upscale hotel suite with an ocean view. I am almost tempted to stay the whole evening since it is presumably paid for. I walk out onto the balcony to soak up the ocean breeze and listen to the waves crash onto the sand. As I contemplate this gorgeous LA night, I find myself completely and totally obsessed with the stranger. I want to know his name. I want to know everything about him.
     
    I look back at the hotel suite. He paid for it. Of course, the hotel should have his credit card on file. I walk up to the hotel phone, pick it up, and ask for the front desk.
     
    “Front desk, how may I help you this evening?
    ”
“Hi, what is the guest name for this room?”

    “I’m sorry. The hotel has been instructed to not release the guest name to this room.”
     
    Of course, the stranger wouldn’t make it that easy for me. “Thank you, bye,” I say as I hang up. Perhaps I am being a little too nosy. We are having a great time with these anonymous hook-ups. I should just enjoy it while it lasts.
     
    I walk around the hotel suite for a minute. I might as well see what an $800 a night suite feels like. As I walk past a desk, I notice a crumpled piece of paper in the wastebasket. At first, I don’t think anything of it. But as I check the mini-bar, something occurs to me - that piece of paper could only belong to the handsome stranger. Perhaps that little piece of paper could give me a clue as to my lover’s identity!
     
    I walk over to the little wastebasket and pick out the paper. I open the paper and notice that it is a receipt from a Starbucks. Apparently, my anonymous lover is a fan of the Venti Pike’s Peak Roasted Coffee. The thought of him sitting in the coffee shop drinking that coffee turns me on. Hell, the thought of him doing anything turns me on! Well, at least the stranger and I have something in common. Every day at 8:00 a.m., I