“Are you ready?” she asked. She could see his cock was erect and a verbal confirmation was not necessary. A quick knock on the hotel door. She tur...ed and began walking towards the door, her catsuit hugging her tight body. She opened the door slightly and slid her hand out with the bag. The stranger pulled the Lycra mask with the pre-cut eye and mouth holes from the bag and slipped it over his face. Once his face had been covered he was allowed entrance to the room. This was a new experience for. Parts of this story might make it eligible for different genres, but I have decided to post it as a romance. Any resemblance between the fictional characters in this story and real people is strictly coincidental. This is a story in six parts. ©2013 by Senorlongo CHAPTER 1 Damn! Damn! Damn! I hit the damned GPS with the heel of my hand, but it still wouldn’t work. I had tried repeatedly to tell the suits at the main office that we needed better equipment, but those cheap bastards were always. You can figure out how horny I was at that time, a real stud and how horny she was at her 33 years of age. We had incredible sex, in all imaginable positions, in all possible places. She was a mentor to me. She taught me the entire Kama Sutra.She loved to receive my cum - at that time I had plenty - on every square inch of her body and cherish it.Especially on her lovely dark-skinned face. She only hated it when my shots would hit her in the eye. Through all our sexual encounters I was letting. By the time they had dismantled the signal pyre and spread the parts of it among the rocks and palms, they both collapsed exhausted on the beach to catch their breath. ‘Are we done?’ Em moaned with sore muscles, her breath still labored. ‘I think,’ John said echoing her exhaustion. ‘Good, otherwise I just might let them kill me,’ Em professed half jokingly. ‘I’d almost agree with you on that,’ John said. ‘Do you think what we’ve done will matter?’ Em asked. ‘I hope so, Em. If we can somehow.