One of my hands was under her shirt, slowly rubbing around her perky nipples. Her head was bent forward against the mirror and her long brow hair hang...ng over the sink. I was slowly kissing her soft neck and her ear. I lifted up her skirt and started felling her pussy, it was still wet, worm and slippery. Her lags started to spread as I was running my fingers along her completely soaked pussy. She arched her back towards me, and I could fell my hard cock pulsating against her body. I pulled my. “I hope that...you’re not...” I said. “Embarrassed? A little. You?” “A lot.” “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s what I wanted.” “Do you like talking like that a lot?” “Sometimes. When I’m...away from home, out of my usual circles, I get in that mood. I usually find a man who’ll go along.” “A man...any man?” She laughed, “Of course not. I find a nice respectful white man like you in the hotel bar and work my magic on him.” “A lot?” “You’re number six.” “Do the men go along with that?” “After. I’d come across your profile online and it intrigued me. I am quite interested in inexperienced girls. One thing you will come to understand is that what I say you do. If I decide I want to see you in person, I do. If I eventually want you to break up with your pathetic boyfriend you will. However, at the beginning your friend will not be a problem.The first part scared me a little bit, but more of an anxious type of scared than fear. But the ending made me relax a little bit. This stranger. The person at the door was more than likely her magazine salesman!Hurriedly, Carolyn jumped out of the messed bed and tossed a light-weight jersey peignoir over her flushed naked body. It covered her curvaceous form completely, but as she could see in the mirror before she ran out of the bedroom, it outlined her body to such perfection that it might as well be transparent.Carolyn shrugged. "Can I help it if I have a good figure?" she asked herself, rhetorically, for she was already opening the.