I set up a room at a no tell motel that a buddy had used in the past, and Misty and I made arrangements to meet. It was simple, I'd get the room, chec... in, she'd show up, and we'd "meet" for a couple hours. I didn't expect to get laid, but I didn't rule it out.On the day in question I arrived early, spoke with the foreign guy at the front desk, paid for a day rate of three hours and went down to the room at the end of the building. Inside, I sat and waited for Misty to arrive, thinking there. "Don't," I gasped, "don't even think about stopping now."My legs opened even wider, and he continued massaging, again sliding fingers in and out of my pussy, watching as I started thrusting up at his hand, clutching the sides of the lounger until I came, yelling and then falling back in a trembling heap, pulling him onto me for wild kisses.After a while, he stood, lifting me, as he carried me to the pool. He sat me on the edge, while he went in, the water not reaching his waist, then lifted me,. Shae was stretched out full-length, only slightly crosswise on Dave's king-size bed, wearing a T-shirt that would be long on a normal woman, but just barely covered her butt while Dave warmed a bottle of baby oil in hot water in the sink. "I used to have some nice aromatic massage oil," he told her casually, "But either it disappeared in the clean-out of the apartment or I just haven't found it yet. This will work just fine." It's been a long time since I've had a really good massage," she. She gasped as she felt his fingers at the back of her dress, slowly undoing the buttons. She got that feeling in her stomach again. She knew that he was going to take off her dress. Maybe take off her undergarments too. Then what would he do? She had heard stories from married women about sex, but never figured she would experience it until she was married. She wasn’t married. And she knew enough that if this man had sex with her, she would never be married. ‘Turn around.’ he said in a husky.