Maybe I’ll get more than a kiss!The song ended and it was work time. We walked to her table where John was getting a peck on the cheek from Peggy.Pa... sat down. ”What do you think, Jack?” she asked, reaching for her cocktail. ”You sure I can see it next break?”“Sure you can, at the next break. I can meet you upstairs if you want, room number 410. Just go to the elevator outside the doors and go up to the next floor. My room is just above the dance floor. John's is next to it. It’s hard to keep. And need.She wasn't the only one. As his hands reached for hers, he knew the two of them would never make it inside.She pulled him close, her back against the cool stone wall, her arms around his waist, her hands flat against the small of his back. Her head was tipped back, her eyes deep and desperate.He looked down at her, feeling her lips on his, her breasts pressing against his shirt, her hands on his back, and his hands moved of their own accord, lifting the blouse to slide his fingers up. The room filled with the wet sounds of slurps and licks and swallows. The masseuse was in love with his cock, passionately pleasuring it with a smile on her face. She kept her eyes locked on him, watching his face as he moaned and grunted. I kept looking downwards at Chris's lap. It was all too obvious that he was enjoying himself just as much as I was. His manhood pulsated within its prison, swollen with lust. Oh, how I wanted to free it, to satisfy its desires. I could feel my mouth. “Besides, it was the best kiss everrrr.” I did my best impression of the young kids today. She laughed, and sniffed, and began to turn away. Placing my hand under her chin, I gently turned her back and leaned in and kissed her again.This time there was urgency in her reaction, a void that needed to be filled, and I guided her back to a semi-reclining position. I began to caress her body, sliding my hand across her midriff, letting her get used to being touched again. I felt her hand slide over.