” She stood up and dropped a twenty onto the table. “Breakfast is on me, sweetie. Talk it over with your husband and get back to me, ok?”Carrie ...ooked at the paper. Room 218. They were in 224. Just down the hall. She looked up and smiled. “Ok, I will.” Sam pursed her lips in a kissing motion and walked across the room, her firm ass looking oh so good in those tight jeans. She glanced back as she turned the corner, giving a quick wave before she disappeared. Carrie looked at the piece of paper. I open the bathroom door and slip inside. I shut and lock it in the same motion, then quickly remove my pants and and shirt. I drop them to the floor, where Lanie's clothes lay in a heap, and push down my boxers. I face the shower, flex my hands, and then open the shower door. Lanie whirls, her eyes wide, her mouth dropping open in shock. The bar of soap she is holding squirted out of her hand and hit the wall. Her gaze dropped to my waist. She gasps, and her eyes met mine again. I step into. She would tell me that she loves ass.Before I knew it I had a raging hard on and I was furiously cumming all over her panties, her bed in her shoes on her pillow. I came everywhere in that room. I would go in there sometimes when she was upstairs and grab some panties and stuff them in my mouth while rubbing one out. It got to the point where all I wanted to do was taste her. and I knew that would never happen. But I tell you what, I can definetely feel sexual tension between us. Especially. ‘Tired?’ she asked. ‘Not in the least,’ I said. My lips were less than a whisper from her ear. My day had not been so long nor weary that I would give myself to sleep a moment sooner than I would enjoy with her. She nuzzled back against me, her bottom pressed close to my groin. I was so very aware of the curve of her so close to my cock. The move had also put her breast close to my hand. It seemed natural for me to cup her breast against my palm. My thumb found the nub of her nipple, still.