We agreed to meet at a bar we both knew to be friendly to our sort afterwards. It was cool out and getting cooler so I slipped on my lined raincoat an... headed out with a kiss for good luck from Missy. The hotel was a short walk from the apartment so there was no need to hail a cab. I left via the side entrance to my apartment building which put me on a major street. I remembered to walk carefully but purposefully. After a few moments I relaxed, feeling the cool air draft underneath my skirt,. Your centre. And I find the softness of the lips which fold over the opening to your soul. You gasp. Your body shudders. Not a word escapes your lips. And your ass presses harder still against my cock. A Chinese word. I don't understand. Could you be saying, “Oh God”? Could it be “Stop”? I hesitate but your hand flies down to mine, covering it and you stroke yourself with my fingers. The little button, like a tiny cock, pulsates, rises, demands attention. And when I touch you. God, what I would give to be that bitch, he thought.“So get it out of your head,” she laughed. “And go to the kitchen, they got a room service order for you.”Carson huffed and slid off the counter, stomping down to the kitchen. There, the cook handed him a tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries and a bottle of rosé.“Take this up to the suite on fourteen,” the cook said.Carson froze. “Fourteen?”“That’s what I said, didn’t I?”Carson’s legs turned to jelly as he carried the silver platter. He heard. ” I thought about Mike picking her up and had a thought, so sent Michelle another text, “Might be a good time to warm yourself up a little before he gets there.” “Warm myself up?” “You know, touch yourself, make sure you’re a little horny before he gets there.” “You’re evil! Already plenty horny. But sounds like fun.” “Do it. Maybe even let him lick your fingers off when he gets there.” I sat down to watch television for the longest night of my life, at least since that night in Kodiak. I.