John arrived at the store about 10 minutes early and browsed around. Bianca didn’t arrive for about 20 minutes or so and John was starting to feel s...e wouldn’t show. Finally John saw her long dark hair and her smiling face. Bianca was wearing a light pink, tight t-shirt and cute short denim skirt. She came up to him immediately, grabbing his bicep lightly and kissing him softly on the cheek as a greeting. John had no reason to worry as Bianca seemed very friendly and the flirting took off from. Placing each in bags with practiced ease, he handed them to me in a rush, nearly dropping them when my hand made contact with his. Giving him one of my sweet smiles, I figured he could use a little extra teasing. “Accidently” dropping my ID, I bent to pick it up, making sure to allow my top to fall down, enough to give a decent view of my ‘D’ tits. The gasp was enough to confirm that he had seen. Looking up into his eyes, I glared at him in mock horror before flashing a smile, and with swaying. “I- I-” he stuttered until he felt her hand gripping at his crotch. “Yes, let’s go to your room. I don’t want my brother to interrupt,” he felt himself saying in a cool, collected tone. It was as if someone else was talking. Her hand had given him an instant hard-on.Spencer glanced over at the man holding the fruit basket. He didn’t seem to notice how Vivian suddenly couldn’t keep his hands off him. Then he realized that this was exactly what he had been imagining just moments before. What was. The conversation earlier on the walk to the hotel was about world and local cultures, but now they talked of their inner expectations, hopes, and dreams. They no longer talked about others in the world, they shared themselves. After the meal had ended and the dishes removed, neither wanted the evening to end. Martin reached for Olivia’s hand, and asked ‘would you like to continue this evening in the bar?’ Olivia knew that he was too much a gentleman to ask for more, and that she would have to.