She seemed to noticed that he was no longer paying attention and left her chair to sit on the corner of his desk to regain his ear–instead it caused...him to stare into her eyes harder. There was a slightly unnerving exchange of glances between them. Robin stopped talking and was now breathing heavily, her dress molded her full breasts. Their eyes met again and a charge that was sensual, gentle and friendly passed between them–like kids on their first car date. ‘What next?’ she barely breathed.. “oh Fuck that feels awesome” I yelled, and she removed her top and let her soft pert breasts breathe freely in the summer evening. The sight of them was deleriously pleasing and her nipples were delightfully erect and wanting attention. She straddled me and leant down so that I could have a lick and suck as her breasts grazed my face, her hair falling over me, causing tickling tingles and sensations as it moved that somehow were amplified by being stoned. Of course all this rubbing and teasing. " Who are you calling?" The guy who rented the room." Why?" He's ten inches." What?!" Don't worry, I'll keep my promise, you can hit me from the back still." Whoa, I don't think so." What do you mean…you said you can take anything last week when we chatted…or was that more bullshit?" Look, I don't know about this." What's the matter? You can't see you taking a real dick?" No not that…well, yeah." Fuck…fine, you're suck a liar." No…it's just…" Are you a liar or not?" I wasn't bullshitting you.". She refused impishly, but as there was no one in the lift, willingly undid the buttons but stopped short of removing her jacket. I admired her beauty from the other side of the lift as the bell chimed, her jutting nipples proudly exposed as the doors slid open, as I courageously prayed there was someone in the corridor. Whilst walking to our room in the deserted corridor, she said she was hotter now and sexily peeled off the jacket, then handed it to me. Desperate to prolong this thrilling.