"It's gross." Ok, I'm not pushing you like Saphire would, but," said Mary as shefixed her hair and then sprayed Carl's. "He's a nice guy. You two woul...be cute together. That's all I'm saying." No thanks," said Carl, with a nasty look at her. "I'll stick withpretty girls." Whatever," said Mary, turning away and leaving the restroom. "Justremember you are a pretty girl and things happen in life for a reason.If I was you, I'd embrace this. Have fun with it."Carl stood there staring at himself in. It didn’t look difficult – just a matter of optimisation. But just as I was getting my head into it, my phone buzzed.A text from Mariana. Come upstairs, it said. We need to talk.That didn’t sound good at all.I stood up and wandered out of the room with as little purpose as I could. Hopefully the others would think that I was just going to the bathroom.I trotted up the stairs, straight past the bathroom, and in to the third room on my left. It was a small room, with an old printer and an even. He gave me a look like if I was crazy. “No, we sure don’t. I pay extra for my single room, but it’s worth it. I like my cigarettes and to go to bed at a normal time. Steve likes to party, and doesn’t smoke.” “Oh, I see. Anne seems nice.” “She is, but she can be a bit bitchy if you catch her before her first cup of coffee.” I laughed. “Aren’t we all?” The weeks flew by and before I knew it high season came around. We had up to nine flights a day and the amount of passengers, we attended to was. .."He watched as she blushed. "I liked it. I liked showing you."He quietly responded "I liked watching. I want to do it again, but all you this time." Can I watch you... Now I mean?" Me? Now? Um uh..." Come on John, please?" She took his hand and placed it on the lump in his shorts. He started to rub slightly up and down. She sat up, turning over, resting her ass on his knee. "Come on John... do it right, Please?"John slid his shorts lower, his cock bobbing with the beat of his heart as he slid.