I felt myself beginning to harden immediately and held her tight with one hand on her shapely ass.In an instant the doors were opening and then I foun... myself fumbling with the room key as Carla looked on with an amused smile on her face. Once inside she excused herself and went to the bathroom and a moment later there was a knock at the door and the champagne had arrived.I tipped the guy and had just poured two glasses when I felt a movement behind me. Carla’s arms snaked around me from behind. People were jostling down the aisle, hustling past junk and dead bodies floating. Blood stained the water, and life started to go in slow motion. I stood up with my hand on my headrest, looking at the disaster in front of me. “Let’s go man. Come on bro!” a big black guy, with a shaved head, and muscular physique said to me, shaking me. “Oh, uh, yeah.” He was holding his bags, scooting out the slide exit.“Where are we going?” I asked.“The raft. Land’s not far.” He replied.Land? Shit, I’m going.. “I live a long way from here and I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again.” “Thank you,” he said. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. “I would love to see you again,” he near whispered into my ear sending chills through my body again. I blushed and began to drive, heading back toward the main highway. “He’s thanking ME?” I thought as I reached the highway and was again on my way. The air blowing up from the floor vents carried a scent, an unmistakable scent, and I felt his cum soaking. Six-thirty, I was looking at pants and wondering what to wear when the phone rang.'Doug?''Who else? What's happening? You think I should wear dark pants, light shirt, or the other way round? What you wearing?' When she spoke her voice was hesitant.'Uh, Doug, I feel so bad saying this, but can we call tonight off? All that packing kinda killed me dead; I don't think I can manage anything loud.' Click. And about time too.'No problem, Judy. What you wanna do? Quiet meal, come watch TV, massage.