She turned the water off and turned to face me with an innocent expression on her pretty face. "Erm yeah. Fancy it?" she grinned mischievously. "I tho...ght it might be fun." Haven't you got enough men in your life at the moment?" Honestly, if she strung any more men along, she would have one for every day of the fucking week!"Nope." Well I wouldn't want to cramp your style," I said irritably.Mandy rolled her eyes at me and grinned. "It's not what you think okay? He's a nice guy, but I don't. The feel of his hard, almost polished cock head against my tounge makes my mouth water and I start applying spit to his shaft, making my hand slide even easier up and down. He moans and I feel his hand on the back of my head, pushing me closer to him; pushing his cock further into my mouth. I feel his head growing bigger, almost pulsating as I milk him slowly, precum still oozing out and onto my tounge. It is almost too much, and I feel the urge to touch myself becoming overwhelming. My hand. No one should have been there so why did she need a delivery? It was just a pallet of bottled water. I sent her a message and questioned the delivery. Maybe there was a mixup.She responded immediately. "I ordered it. ETA?" I double checked the time and the route. Her's was the first stop. "6:30. See you soon." I backed into the loading dock and pulled the pallet off the semi. She was leaning against the wall watching. If there was a way to try and look cool while moving a pallet, I have to. Telling it and remembering the details the way I have has got me so fucking horny that I’m ready to climb the walls. If by the grace of God, you can make it happen I need some orgasms.With her exasperated look, she could have been thinking, you sure as HELL better make it happen, Buster. “Please tell me to come to your motel room, Peter.”Bingo, this was the reason I came to Rocky’s In the first place.I was in my room for about five minutes before she knocked on my door. Neither of us thought it.