Just as I was trying to make out her features, she lowered the novel and looked straight at me. Pretty face, medium hair, minimum makeup. A reporter...I presumed; which other specimen of the fairer race would land up in an abandoned station at this hour ? Or maybe some NGO worker visiting the villages. What was certain was that she, like me, hadn't chosen this hour to be at this place, and if possible, was even more out of place than I was. I met her gaze with a smile, exposing my white teeth. ‘Fuck me you’re wet,’ he whispered, turned on. His left hand manouevered up my top and touched my breast. ‘Wow, babe mmm I’d love to stick my cock in those nice things again.’ He stroked my nipple and it hardened it immediately until it had the firmness and hardness of Tupperware. His tongue pressed up against the back of my throat. He kissed very aggressively and it got be all the more turned on. His moustache brushed against my upper lip and I loved the feeling. My chest was heaving at this. We walked hand in hand while I carried my clutch purse in the other. We enjoyed a romantic dinner along with gentle, sweet conversation before heading to the hotel. When we arrived, it was a five-star luxury suite. “Oh my AJ, this is too much. I mean it’s absolutely amazing but this must have cost you a fortune,” I gasped as I looked at the fifteen foot ceilings, gas fireplace, and king size four post bed with Roman pillars. “I don’t care. I want it to be so special. I hope I done well enough. Her nipples are always erect and she uses that to her advantage. When she wears something silky her nipples stand out and heads turn. Tonight she's wearing a sheer camisole that leaves nothing to the imagination Sitting at the bar, we talk softly to each other and occasionally touch each other. We are trying to draw attention to ourselves, but not too much attention. To a casual observer, we are a young couple in love and lost in each other. To them, that's what we want them to think. We're.