Room 312. I double check your text message and the numbers on the door. Repeat them multiple times. Room 312. 3-1-2. 312. I smooth down my straight brown hair and check the length of my skirt. Realizing where my ass meets my thighs has been visible all the way through the lobby and the elevator where those two guys were standing behind me, my temperature rises. Heart racing, labia tingling, I take a shallow breath and finally knock.
You open the door and I immediately oblige your instruction, the carpet making my hands and knees itch. My ass and pussy hang out in the hallway, barely contained by my small cotton thong. Across the way, I hear a deadbolt clicking followed by a door hinge creaking. While excited at the thought of being seen, I also feel relief when you finally instruct me to crawl inside the room. The door swinging closed behind me sends a chill breeze across my backside telling me I'm already soaking through my panties. The door latches. The deadbolt clicks. The knock of the additional swing bar being secured sends shivers over my skin.
A low, "Good girl," from you sends my heart to my labia. My groin pulses intensely. I sit on my feet and press my heel against my clit shooting electricity through my entire body. Soft, heavy brown locks escape my grasp as I lift my hair for you to fix a collar around my slender neck. The cling of the collar ring connecting with the leash makes my clit jump. I open my mouth instinctively. We want our first encounter to be your cock in my mouth. I can already see you're hard through your jeans.