I can imagine a thesis — 'Sex with a hundred strangers' or some such." "And then another one about the second hundred?" "Yeah, maybe. Or a best sell...r on Kindle. The more I read the better I feel about it… Oh hell, don't cry again." "Sorry," she said, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. "You're probably right, it is the jet lag, I feel weird, my defences are down. I've been on edge since you cried in the bathroom. I suddenly saw two sides to everything. I felt I was standing on thin. We had coffee. She never mentioned anything. I was somewhat disappointed, but I just let it go. My boss was there, so we left work together and had dinner at the hotel. About 9 I heard a knock at the door. She was back. She came in and we sat down and talked for a while. Then she asked if I minded if she had a shower. Of course, I was okay with that. She was in a long time. When she came out, she was dressed in one of the hotel robes. It was not tied. I stood and took her by the hand and led. It wasnt anything overly sexy but he liked when I wore his shirts. He immediately showed his admiration for my choice in attire by roaming his hands all over my curvy brown body and pulling me close. His sweet kisses down my neck started my juices flowing and soaked my panties within minutes. Before I knew what was happening, we were in the bedroom tearing each others clothes off one another and things were getting hot and heavy. Undressed, he started from the back, licking my ass and really. I knew it.We both shed to our underwear and got into the small shower. We barely fit in there sideways. Then Liz peeled off her top and her bottom. I did the same. We were both nude, cold, and shivering. A single bar of soap still in its package was left on top of the toilet."Water, soap, water," Liz nodded.I reached up and pulled on the small chain that was connected to the large container above us."Holy fuck," I shouted as the cold water spilled on us. I stopped it as soon as we were soaked..