Just Another Night of Anonymous Sex

I met her on one of those dating apps, a couple weeks after my divorce papers were finalized. Her profile said she wanted someone to just be there for the night, no strings attached. I told her same story. We decided on this hotel room because it was cheap and halfway between our places. She showed up at 10 PM sharp, dressed in nothing but a black lace bra and panties that barely covered anything. Her hair was all messy from wind or fingers, didn't really care which, just liked the idea of her being ready for me since I had been planning this all day. We went straight to business without even talking about our names. She led me into the room, pushed me down onto the bed, and straddled my lap before grinding against me, wetness already soaking through the fabric. Her hands moved down to undo my belt, pulling my pants and underwear off in one swift motion. She leaned forward and took me in her mouth then, her tongue swirling around until I was almost at the point of no return. When she finally let go, I grabbed her hips and flipped us over so that I could kiss her neck and breasts while thrusting into her from behind. She moaned loudly, biting down on my shoulder as I hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. We changed positions three more times before we both collapsed in sweaty exhaustion. We barely said two words the entire time, only grunts and whispers of pleasure mixed with whispered encouragements to keep going until neither of us could move another inch.