Before I had a chance to get on the bed Emma put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me backwards just hard enough so I lost my balance and fell onto...the bed landing on my back. She moved swiftly and positioned her self on all fours above me putting one knee between my legs. Her large breast hung down invitingly and her nipples were erect and begging to be touched but she was on a mission and stopped my hands from reaching for them. She then moved to one side of me, her hands gliding over my. I rolled it around in my head, debating whether or not to even bring it up. I really felt like I needed to, but would it be better to talk to them about it individually or just throw it out there? Both options had their up and down sides, I wished for a fleeting moment that it had never occurred to me, but I knew that now that it had, I had to deal with it."I don't mean to change the subject, but something just occurred to me. Jamie, this is a very unfair question to ask -- I thought about not. "I'm sorry to hear that, I suppose we could still talk,couldn't we?" She smiled slowly. "That's the ticket," I laughed. "Sure, we can still talk. We'll just belike old friends." And talk we did, for more than an hour we discussed many topics frompolitics to sports. I found myself drawn to this beautiful young womanin so many ways, her humor, knowledge, grace and beauty seemed to pullme in. Finally, into our second hour of enjoying each other's company, Isaw our waitress walking a little way. Choice did not really come into it, as Jess really didn’t want the unwanted attention of hotel staff knocking on her damn door, or throwing her out, left on the street like a real hooker.Jess catches herself stood there close to this godly produced man in the mirror that’s mounted on “that” desk. She realises she’s also someone who he doesn’t know, and he actually wants her as he sees her right now, even looking a fucking mess. No wonder he thinks she’s a hotel hooker. “fuck that is hot” Jess.