“Hey Sam, it’s Paul; you know, down here at the front desk?” Station security, not the sharpest knife in the drawer. “Hey Paul, how’s it go...ng?” “Oh, I’m good, man, how are you?” “Uh, I’m good. Did you need something?” “Oh yeah, hey, there’s a girl down here, says she knows the night DJ, and was told she could come up and visit. You’re the night DJ, right?” “Yeah, Paul, I am. Is her name Krista?” “Well, gee, I don’t know. Let me ask.” A moment paused. “That’s her name, alright.” “She’s. She stood just outside my likewise open window. "Time to wake up Peter!" she called. "Breakfast is on ... and we've a day ahead of us!" With that, I sat up, watching her heading back across the patio back into the kitchen area without waiting to see if she'd heard me. But I remembered as I ran into the bathroom to pee, Gran only gave you one notice that breakfast was on. If you missed it ... the next meal wasn't until dinner time, no if ands or buts.I quickly slipped into a pair of cut off. For the first time I start to agree with my inner schoolgirl. I have a desire to hide behind her, an overwhelming need to cover up. My inner schoolgirl quietly wraps a quilt around me and is hugging me tightly. “Are you okay?” I make a halfhearted attempt to squirm underneath you but it accomplishes nothing. “What’s wrong?” you ask as the energy seems to get sucked from the room. Again, I try to pull my arms down. It’s with a sense of urgency and anger. I try rolling side to side to throw. Our tongues wrestle their way into each other same as my hand wrestle with her big boobs. We were tasting each other for the very first time and that’s why we couldn’t get enough.Just as we were getting more horny I saw that it was time for intermission so I had to stop us.She didn’t look very happy but we had no choice. We both sat there smiling. I could see a small love bite on her neck that I had given her just couple of mins ago. We didn’t say much and waited for the lights to go off again..