A stranger’s hotel-room

Sophie had to pull hard to stop the overly heavy kart with her luggage before it crashed into the group of people that had gathered in the terminal. There she was, with the rest of the stranded travellers, waiting to be assigned a field-bed. Outside it was snowing, heavily, and that meant the airport was closed for the night. All flights had been cancelled and like many others she was going to spend the night here, not how she had hoped to end her holiday.
“Excuse me miss?” She heard a male voice behind her. She turned and a tall man, handsome, only a few years older than herself, smiled at her. “Are you stranded here as well?” He asked.
Sophie nodded. “Yes, I am.” Wondering what he wanted.
“I have a hotel room, booked yesterday when I heard of the expected snowstorm in the news. It has two beds… I would like to offer you one, if that’s okay.”
Sophie giggled. ‘Smooth’ she thought. “I’m not sure.” She answered, “going with a stranger, to his hotel room…”
The man laughed. “Oh, sorry, it’s not like that. I promise, I’m only offering because you were the first person I met that seems to be alone.”
Looking around Sophie thought it might be possible she was the first person he found, most of the others were families. And well, even if he had ignored some people in his search until he found an attractive young woman, that didn’t mean he had anything nasty planned. Sophie blushed, why was she being so prude? Her friends always told her she was the opposite of adventurous. She decided to prove them wrong and go with him. And in case she judged him wrong she still had a better bed for the night, win-win.

On the way to his hotel room they had introduced themselves. He was named Matt and was here on business. At the service desk Sophie blushed, but the lady at the reception didn’t look at her at all. Why would she? She didn’t know that she and Matt were strangers. The whole situation made her giddy and excited. She followed Matt to the hotel room, unable not to fantasise about the many possible ploys that he might have in store to get from her what he wanted… He could seduce her, she thought, with music and wine; or he could be more direct, undress in front of her, convince her to join him in his bed; or he might even force her, tear her clothes off and push her onto the bed, holding her down with his strong arms… She was already wet in anticipation of any of those events when they reached the hotel room.
The first thing she noticed in the room was the bed. It was a single two-person bed, with two mattresses. Not two separate beds as Matt had said before. She grinned when he looked around, but he looked taken aback. “I’m sorry.” He said. “A two person room … I had assumed… Don’t worry, I will sleep in the chair.”
‘This was a test.’ Sophie was sure, he had given her the choice: let him sleep in the chair, nothing would happen; let him in her bed, she would be at his mercy. “Oh no, you can’t possibly sleep there. There is room enough for both of us in the bed.” She said with a blush.