.. date tonight."The man holding open the hotel room door was forty-ish, but with a well toned body and handsome, dark complexioned face."Hi Vickie, I...m Tony. Come in, please."Vickie, still a bit unsteady on the five inch heels, entered the room. She wore a black evening dress showing lots of cleavage and clinging to her body like a second skin. Matching stockings and the heels completed the outfit. She noticed his eyes light up as they looked her up and down."Beautiful, absolutely beautiful,". Painfully my cock pressed against the rough fabric of my jeans. Why did she not continue? Did she guess I was awake?I squinted yet again towards her, and saw that she too had her eyes closed, laying back with her short brown hair laying against a tiny airline pillow. So, feeling braver, I opened my eyes fully to look upon her. She was like an older woman everyone knows but rarely does one get close to these cold strikingly attractive older ladies. Yet, inside the cold perfect exterior was a. Ean was staring at me. I was so embarrassed behind my towel. I was just a meek little girl. Why was he doing this to me?He wouldn’t stop looking at me. I knew he would sit there all day. Closing the shower door on him would make me wish death on myself. I knew he would shun me for it. I would just feel more awkward behind the glass. I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes when I opened it again. I slowly dropped the towel. My tiny breasts came into his sight. More and more until the tiniest. I was at my workbench when I heard the front doorbell ring followed by feet running down the stairs. The door opened and I heard a male voice say:"Good morning beautiful, and don't you just look good enough to eat."I heard Marge laugh, "Not now, maybe later. Right now all I want is to feel your marvelous cock inside me. I'll race you to bed."I heard feet running up the stairs. I waited long enough to make sure that they had time to get to the bedroom and then I went up to the kitchen. I sat.