The Dreaded Meeting

As we went up to the 22nd floor in the lift Dongqiao Li seemed quite nervous and agitated. He avoided eye contact and kept looking at the floor and around the lift. We walked down the long corridor to what was apparently room 2210. I did not know it was room 2210 at the time as I did not think to look at the room number, but this was later revealed to me when I put in a Freedom of Information Request. Lesson one: if going to someone’s hotel make sure you note the room number.

We arrived in his room. It was spacious with amazing views of the city’s river, and I reckon it was one of the best rooms in the hotel if that view was anything to go by. He told me that his name was Anton and that he was in the city for business from Melbourne until Friday. Please remember the name Anton as it becomes relevant later.

He then gave me a lecture on how he was on prep and how important it was. I found it a bit random as I had not expected him to provide me with a sex education lesson nor had I asked for one. I was unsure whether to thank him or chastise him for being so condescending. Throughout our meeting I found him to be a mix of arrogance and nervousness. I felt he wanted to impress but his awkward disposition did the opposite. He avoided eye contact during much of the encounter when speaking with me. I found the atmosphere uncomfortable but again I ignored my instincts as I felt horny.

I am originally from overseas and he said he had been to my home city as a visitor but explained he did not like it as he found it cold and unfriendly. I felt that it was probably best not to engage in too much further conversation. He made a move on me, and we stripped off. I placed my clothes on a chair or stool by the bed.

We indulged in some foreplay and then he told me he wanted to fuck me. He seemed to want to be in control despite his social awkwardness. Nothing we were doing sexually seemed untoward until he said he wanted to fuck me. I am not usually into anal sex, but he was quite assertive and insistent. The following is quite graphic so please accept my apologies, but I feel it is relevant as I now believe he was trying to distract me. He put some lube on my arse and on his finger and inserted his finger in order to loosen me up. He did not go in deep. Without warning he suddenly said rather calmly that there was shit on his finger. I did not think to check his finger, but I was very taken aback as I had had a thorough shower before I left my hotel. I am a clean freak and leave nothing to chance when it comes to personal hygiene.

He immediately told me to have a shower, but I noted the way he said it was unusually calm as if he had said it before. Looking back, it almost felt rehearsed, and I wonder if he had said it to other victims. In the shower I checked my arse and I was as clean as a whistle. There was no sign of any faeces. It seemed very odd, and it did not help that I was already finding the encounter awkward. I believe that in hindsight he used the old ‘shit on a finger or dick’ trick as a distraction tactic to get me to have a shower in order to access my wallet and get my debit card information.

After a couple of minutes I returned to the room and we carried on with fore-play but no anal. Hey, I was horny! He got me to lie on my back on the bed while he knelt over me as I gave him a blow job. Not the most comfortable position but then none of the encounter with him could be described as comfortable. He was moaning and saying how much he was enjoying it but he sounded more like Austin Powers which added to the discomfort but also made me want to burst into nervous laughter. Yeah baby! I resisted!

We both climaxed and I had another shower. I noticed in the bathroom he had a lot of beauty products such as moisturisers and I was impressed at the range. Sadly, I cannot recall the brand. In order to make polite conversation I told him I was impressed with them. He seemed keen to get me out the room and the feeling was certainly mutual.

He mentioned that he had to go to the gym or for a run and I explained that I was planning on joining a well-known gym chain. Once again, he seemed to be on the attack and just criticised the gym chain I planned to join saying it was too expensive and that it closed too early. He said he loved Fitness First of which I recall he said he was a member.

Just before I left his hotel room something weird happened and I am unsure how much to read into it. As I got dressed I could not find my watch. I remembered putting it on top of my clothes on the chair or stool by his bed. It was an inexpensive watch but was of sentimental value. I told him I had to find it.

Without missing a beat, he suddenly made a beeline for the bathroom and produced my watch. He seemed to know exactly where it was, and I am sure I had not taken it to the bathroom. I cannot explain it. I am sure that I did not take it to the bathroom, but I am also unsure what he would want with a cheap watch or how he knew where it was. Perhaps it was an example of opportunism on his part.

I just wanted to get out of there and I think the feeling was mutual. I breathed a sigh of relief once I closed his bedroom door. I got out of the hotel as soon as I could and just wanted to forget about the whole experience. Except this was not to be. My nightmare was only just beginning. To be continued…