After studying for some time I went near her bed room to knock the door. Surprisingly she didnt lock it from inside. I thought Shit I have wasted a lo... of time. I went inside slowly near her bed. She was sleeping like a dog. Her night gown was above her knees showing her inner thighs. I was actually facing her back. Nice glimpse of her ass and thighs. I thought that I should do something to get her into mood. I went out and closed all the doors including the bedroom door. I removed all my. Overhead florescent fixtures hung from theopen ceiling but were not illuminated. Friday andSaturday entertainment was a live band the rest of theweek was the piped in music from the local radiostation. The old Wurlitzer jukebox, seemingly brokenfor as long as anyone could remember, stood dark andidle in the far corner.Amanda looked around, despite the country westernatmosphere she felt at home in the bar.“I like this,” she said as they walked over to a tablenear the band. They were cool and pliant, but hesitant. She brought her other leg forward, pressing closer, opening his coat to feel his hard cock press against her thigh. The world narrowed to the heat between them. His open mouth. The fevered slide of their tongues, mingling and sawing until everything in her was nothing but a hot, breathless, panty-soaked mess, existing on every iota of his being. He pulled away and she nearly lost her breath.“You?” he said. I what? Swallowing, she followed his gaze. He wanted to get something from his room plus it would cause less talk if we left separately. I just handed him a room key. That way he would not have to stand in the hall. Then we separated. Entering the suite, I went straight to the bar and made a scotch rock. I took it to the balcony and had a seat at the table. The air was hot and super humid. It made the cold twenty-one-year-old scotch go down easy. I should have not been drinking anymore, but I did. Getting lost in watching the rain, I.