A Secret Engagement Nightcap

I've been engaged to Sarah for a year now, but we haven't set a date yet. Last night, she had an unexpected business trip and won't be home until Friday evening. I was feeling restless and conflicted about the time apart, so I decided to indulge myself. After sending Sarah off at the airport, I drove straight to a nearby hotel and booked a room under a false name just in case anyone knew me by sight. There's this exotic dancer named Jasmine who performs at an adult club downtown, I've seen her before but never approached. Last night was different though; there was something about her confidence that captivated me. I walked up to her during her routine and asked for a private session in the back room. She led me through a dimly lit hallway, her heels clicking against the floor tiles with every step. Once we were alone in her space, I laid down some cash on a small table next to us. She didn't speak much, just gave me a look that said she was ready for whatever I wanted. I undressed quickly and climbed onto a worn leather couch. Jasmine stood before me, wearing nothing but sheer stockings, garter belt, and matching lingerie. She straddled my lap as her fingers explored every inch of my body. Her touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. I returned the favor, kissing up her thighs until I reached that spot only a lover can truly know. It didn't take long before we were both panting and sweating in unison, our bodies moving as one. She rode me hard, grinding against me until neither of us could hold back any longer. We climaxed together, collapsing into each other with shared breaths and whispered moans. It was a moment of pure, raw pleasure I'll never forget. It feels wrong to admit it now, but there's something freeing about letting go in the face of temptation. Afterward, I felt guilty yet strangely fulfilled, I hugged Jasmine tight before leaving some extra cash on the nightstand as thanks for an unforgettable encounter.