I could feel myself swelling slightly in the anticipation of a hot passionate game in this humid romantic city of bridges. My thoughts were confirmed ...hen other employees turned to her for approval, yes she was an actual hotelier and not some airhead bimbo fuck toy. My nostrils flared as I took a deep whiff of the crimson g**** juice, the oak barrel scent may have actually hit me inside my brain, oh yes the mellow mellowness of getting tipsy on just one poison was something cherish-able these. I could see that if Brenda opened her legs wider our friend would have a better veiw of her fanny. I wispered to her "why don't you open your legs a little wider", just hoping this would not bring events to an end. Instantly, the legs widened, she was loving this. Now with confidence I said " you could play with youself" and within minutes the fingers were between her legs. Propped up on one elbow, I could see her fingers massaging her wet lips and then every now and then a finger would slowly. Observing the room as I sip I notice that it is immaculate. Not a single thing is out of place. Moments pass and I can hear my beauty in the bathroom but no sign of her. I sit, drink and wait. The sound of the bathroom door unlocking with a click was like a whistle at the start of a match. I shot up to my feet, back straight, chin up. Game time. The door glides open. I was half expecting much less clothing when she presented her self. Instead I was greeted with extra clothing. In a good way.. I walked right up to him and said Hi again my name is Julia. He introduced himself as Andre. I said Andre would you like to get a drink sometime? His response caught me off guard. He said What would your husband say about that? I instantly noticed he was looking directly at the ring on my ring finger. I said let me worry about that. So we exchanged numbers and agreed to meet at a local bar that coming Friday. As I turned to walk away Andre said hey. I turned back and said yes. He said on Friday.