I printed out the seductive emails from my admirer. Then I took my purple JimmyJane Form 6 vibe from its charging stand, flipped the switch and began to read. The speed was up to highest by the time i got to this one:
"I check into the hotel, and after getting settled in, I head up to the rooftop lounge to get something to drink. Might as well unwind before I have to start interviewing witnesses for the upcoming hearing. While I'm sitting there enjoying my drink and viewing the scenery along the pool, I notice this stunningly curvaceous redhead come into the lounge and sit at the bar. She doesn't see me, though. I feel a stirring in my lap. She's wearing a tight black pencil skirt and snow white blouse, unbuttoned enough to show off her cleavage. I walk up and ask her if she would like to join me for a drink. She obliges.
"Back at our table, sitting across from her, I can't help but to steal glances at her breasts. I can tell she is wearing black lace demi bra, but from what I can tell, she is in fabulous shape and the bra is providing more sexy show than actual use. It's obvious she works out a lot and her breasts are just perfect. Her pearl necklace hangs just where the cleavage starts. Her legs, which she strategically crosses and uncrosses, are athletic and sexy, and are encased in black stockings - which I slyly spy end mid thigh - just before what appears to be tiny black, French lace panties. I know right then that I need be able to somehow get her back to my room.
"After a while I suggest heading out for light dinner, and she finally agrees to join me. I mention that I need to stop by my room, and does she mind. She says, "sure." Pulling her chair out for her, I steal a glance down her shirt and hope that my raging erection isn't obvious. Opening the door to the interior of the hotel, I let her through, placing my hand on the small of her back (just below waist band of the skirt and above where her firm bottom begins.) I detect a faint whimper, or breathless exhale, as my hand gently guides her through the door. I let me hand linger, and she does nothing to increase her speed or cause my hand to drop. Her back is firm and I feel her muscles as she walks.
"Not a word is spoken on the elevator, but I notice that she is breathing deep. As the door opens, I again guide her through and I definitely hear her "hmmmm" as once again I place my hand on her body. I wonder if this quick detour could somehow be delayed. I wonder what she is thinking...."
She is thinking: This orgasm was very nice, but I want to get laid, well laid, and not just by anyone. Your letters have created a craving inside me, a craving for you. I want to be in that elevator with you, not speaking a word, breathing you in....
Come get me.
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