Date-switch to an Old Isreali

I am Ruhi. I was 23 and still new to the strange world of dating apps. Conversations that began with a swipe sometimes led to coffee, sometimes to awkward silence, and occasionally—like tonight—to a table in a glittering five-star hotel.

The guy I had come to meet—Arjun—was already seated when I arrived. He stood up with a polite smile. He was nice, well-spoken, and interesting in the way people sometimes are when you’re still figuring them out. We talked about work, travel, and the usual first-date questions. He had an easy laugh, and for a while I thought the evening might turn into one of those simple, pleasant memories.

Halfway through our conversation, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and frowned slightly.“Sorry,” he said, standing. “I need to take this. I’ll be back in a minute.” I nodded and watched him walk toward the corridor outside the lounge. For a moment I sat alone at the table, idly stirring my drink and watching the quiet movement of guests and staff around the hotel.

That’s when someone approached.

“Excuse me,” a warm voice said.

I looked up.

The man standing beside the table was clearly older—probably in his late forties—but he carried himself with an effortless confidence. He was tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a perfectly fitted dark jacket. His hair was slightly wavy and brushed back, with just a hint of gray at the temples. His eyes were light—almost blue-gray—and when he smiled, it felt both calm and mischievously self-assured.

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” he said.

His accent was unfamiliar but smooth.

“I’m Adrian.”

He extended his hand.

I shook it, a little surprised. “Hi.”

“I noticed you sitting here,” he said. “You looked… a little too interesting to ignore.”

I laughed nervously.

He pulled out the chair across from me, but paused first as if asking permission. I didn’t stop him.

“So,” he continued, “are you waiting for someone, or just enjoying the evening?”

“I’m actually on a date,” I admitted.

He smiled again, amused rather than embarrassed.

“Ah. Then I have competition.”

Something about the way he said it made the whole thing feel like a scene from a film rather than real life.

He told me he was from Israel and was staying at the hotel for a few days while traveling for business. As he spoke, I noticed how easy he was to talk to. Confident, charming, and somehow very attentive at the same time. He had stories about cities he’d lived in, deserts he’d crossed, strange restaurants he’d found in different countries.

The conversation flowed so naturally that for a moment I forgot I was supposed to be waiting for someone else.

Then Adrian leaned slightly closer.

“I have a suite upstairs,” he said casually. “The view of the city from there is incredible at night.”

My heart skipped.

“You should come see it.”

The invitation hung in the air.

A sensible voice in my head reminded me that I had come here with someone else. That Arjun might walk back any moment.

But another part of me—the curious, impulsive part—felt drawn to the adventure of the moment. Adrian’s calm confidence, the mystery of him, the way the evening had suddenly shifted direction.

“Just for a drink,” he added with a soft smile.

I hesitated for a second longer.

Then I stood.

“Alright,” I said.

We walked toward the elevators together. The hotel corridor was quiet, the soft lighting reflecting off polished floors. I didn’t look back toward the lounge.

I didn’t send a message.

For that moment, I simply followed Adrian, letting the unexpected turn of the night carry me somewhere completely different from the evening I had planned. 

We entered the suite. It was huge and cozy. We settled ourselves. He offered me wine. We began sipping while enjoying the city view. Sooner than I knew, things started unfolding real quick. 

He was constantly staring at my cleavage. I was liking it. He began kissing me. Eventually, his kisses went down to my neck and gradually to my cleavage. His another hand, grabbed my pusy and was pressing it hard. I was on cloud nine. We both started kissing each other even more passionately. I could feel his fingers rolling my clitoris and I was so wet. He then picked me up and threw on the bed. I hurriedly sat on my knees and opened his pant and got hold of his cock. It was white and fat. Clean and shaved. He collected and pulled my hairs and pulled my head towards his cock. I began rubbing it with my hands.

He took his fatty cock and inserted it inside my mouth. I got it deep inside. I was literally swallowing it. I licked it like a Cornetto. He was moaning telling me not to stop for once. I kept on licking his big fatty cock and he kept on thrusting it inside my mouth. Suddenly he exploded inside my mouth. I swallowed, but still some of it overflew my mouth. He then made me lay on my back, grabbed my hairs and licked my face like a dog. He then forcibly teared my bra. He then grabbed both of my melons and was pressing them so hard. He took both of them in one hand and pulled me towards him. I was so wet and feeling so slippery in the thighs. He lifted my legs up made them spread and started licking my pussy. He was so wild and sucking my clitois like juice and licking with his tongue. At instance I felt his tongue going inside my hole. What a moment that was. He was biting my skin and walls and I kept moaning in pain. My pink pusy must have turned full red. And I felt my clitris will bulge out. He kept on doing that until I had an orgam. He started licking my juice like a thirsty dog. He then terribly forced his fingers inside me. I was jumping my pelvis in his aggression. 

I could see his fat cock standing like a tower. I took his cock rubbed it and told him to put it inside me and show me his manliness. I kept my hole opened. He took his cock with a strong thrust and put it inside then pushed my thighs towards him. His cock was fully inside me. It was so fat that I literally screamed. He started stroking. I was scratching his hands in pain. His speed and stamina had no limits. I was moaning so much. Both my melons were jerking so fast. I took one of his hand and told him to grab one of my boobs. I grabbed the other boob and with the other hand I was tightly holding him. His cock was literally giving me pain and pleasure. I could feel how his fatty cock was coming out and going inside. I could hear sound like thap! thap! thap! thap! thap! He kept on doing that and then we changed our position. He wanted a doggy style now so I kneeled on bed and put my round as in front of his face. He slapped my as thrice and then with one jerk put his cock inside me. He was so hard that I lost my balance for a while. His strokes too were very hard. I kept on moaning in pain. Sometimes his cock would come out and again with strong strokes he would put it inside me. He kept spanking my as hard. I would scream in pain due to his slaps. I tightly hold the headboard of the bed I felt like the bed would break. He continued so aggressively and did not stop until his white juice was all over my as. 

I collapsed on the bed. But he didn't stop. He came over me took the missionary position. He tightly hold my arms and pushed it upwards grabbed one of my oobs with his mouth and kept on fcking me. He was literally eating my bobs and biting my nipples. After some time he released again inside me. Finally he stopped. My whole body was shaking and shivering. I did not move. He got on my side and entangled his legs in mine. We both were breathing heavily. Eventually, we both got to sleep nakd. 

Next morning, I slipped the room. Never met him again. I had 67 missed calls from Arjun. Didn't 

call him back either, nor met him again ever.