"This is going to have to be a quickie," he said. "I really have to save my strength for tomorrow."He stripped my blouse off and pulled down my shorts... He pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down onto it.He lined his dick up and just pushed it into me. I'm not even sure he'd ever heard of the word, "foreplay." He just started fucking me like I was part of the hotel staff and it was my job."Thanks, Lisa," he said when he was done. Then he headed off to his room or the bar. I have no idea. I was walking with a few friends that day, and Brandon happened to know them. "Remember this place?" He asked, smiling. "Yeah, I couldn't forget it." We got out and started to walk along the cobblestone path. I was now regretting wearing the heels, but they made me look nice, and got me closer to eye level with Brandon, even though I was still a good three inches or so shorter. After walking around the entire park, he took me out to a nice restaurant and then back to the hotel. "Would you like. As this wonderful nylon covered action ended she gave a gentle squeeze of her thighs as if to confirm to both her and myself that she was in position. In my mind I ran back over the sensation of her sliding into place. I was positive I felt nothing under her pantyhose as she pressed against the side of my face. Not even a thong.I took a moment to let it all sink in. Then slowly as if I was making sure I was looking for a good grip I slid my hands up and down her ankles and calf, squeezing as I. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what exactly was troubling me. I found my seat and settled in, Sudoku and ipod in hand. It was god-awful early in the morning and I anticipated I would be sleep before too long. Even though this was one of the shorter legs of my trip, it was still a 6 hour flight to Tokyo. There would be plenty of time to pull out my laptop and watch movies later. I had a window seat, and soon a middle-aged Japanese couple settled in next to me. They seemed nice enough — they.