They kiss again, this time he leads her by the hand and draws her over to the bed. She sits on the side and he gently caresses her all over, savourin... the feel of her silky underwear. He kisses her lips, then her neck.She reaches out and unfasten the belt on his jeans and undoes the fly and he gasps involuntarily as her nail polished fingers search out his cock. "Oh you naughty girl! Does your mother know what you get up to in hotel rooms?" She doesn't answer, she just gazes up into his eyes. “Oh, no question.” I replied“Pretty sure of yourself.” She questioned me .“Yeah, I am. And I’m sure you’re a pretty good runner.”She smiled. She hadn’t expected that.“Well so are you.”We fell into a nice rhythm, our breath coming hard and fast, legs pumping, muscles clenching.“You know, most people can’t take this kind of heat,” “But I love it. I can take it .” I said,She tried unsuccessfully to hide her smirk. Yeah, i was an cheeky bastard.“Is that so?” she said, not dropping a beat.“You want. .. a 26 centimeter long lovemaker...a waspish waist with a decent six-pack... an hourglass figure... aslightly buff chest and broad shoulders... muscular arms (not brawny, butprobably as strong as my old arms had been)... curly black hair thatreached down to my large but firm ass... and the face of a young god,complete with pouty cuntsucker lips, a big and masculine nose, paintedpuppy-dog eyes with long lashes... lots of pink piercings in the nose,the lips, the ears, the chest nipples, the. 'That's one for the books, ' she thought, 'a Swiss businessman asking a woman to take an interest. I know it's not that unusual, and I'm flattered, I guess.' She looked across the esplanade at the Jet d'Eau that rises 50 meters into the sky from Lake Leman. 'Or, maybe I will be when I figure all this out.'At the hotel, they went into the bar, again conveniently deserted. Johannes lagged behind briefly to speak with the Maître, then came and settled into an armchair."I've ordered some champagne..