.and we'd fall through it with our tongues dancing together, your hands gripping my hair, mine pulling down the cups of your bra so I could squeeze an... pull your rock hard nipples. As the door slammed shut I'd throw you up against it, lifting you up, your legs wrapping around my waist. Grinding against me I'd relish feeling the heat from in between your trembling thighs. You'd suck on my tongue as my hands gripped your arse, pulling your wet knickers tight against your pussy…V: I’d be breathing. Once again, the image of the girl from the bar, hanging all over him, was in Julie’s head. And of course, Julie had been right about that girl’s intentions. She hadn’t even been content to just go home with him… she had gone down on him in the restaurant parking lot. Another thought occurred to Julie: Greg was from out of town. So he probably had met that woman on a trip out here. Had he met her just an hour or two before? Had the two of them gone from total strangers to intimates in so short a. Last, you both are so beautiful; you'll never have to wait long for a table."Her eyes lingered on the younger women's bodies as she spoke and they got dressed, Jackie donning an oriental design dress that covered her from her neck to her feet in a speckled black pattern. The collar rode high on her neck and was adorned with two red roses. It was slinky, sleeveless and she wore it well.Once they were dressed Jackie led them down the hallway. "We're going to stop by your rooms so you can be. You catch the look on her face out of the corner of your eye, and can't help but grin. She's dreamily unfocused, off in her own imagination; knowing her like you do, you know what's on her mind as she absentmindedly strokes your forearm. The doors of the mirrored elevator slide open, and you enter with your entourage of porters in tow.As the doors slide shut, you can't help but let out a little laugh. She looks at you questioningly, but you just smile and shake your head. The elevator.