She had finally found the door handle -- but she didn't run out like Sam expected. Instead, she locked it. She turned back to Sam, that sexy smile back on her pink lips, and walked towards him.
"But you're not the only one who gets stressed," she smiled. Sam found her sitting on the bed next to him, still smiling as one slender arm swung around his neck and drew his lips to hers. Her tongue eased itself into his mouth and Sam began to kiss back, his erection returning. He felt her tugging at his jacket, and taking a hint, eased it off his shoulders. When it hit the bed, Jaime tossed it with the other discarded clothes on the floor, then broke the kiss.
"Umm;" her tongue seemed to be sweeping her lips. "You taste... sweet. Sort of weird, but good. It's new to me, I know that." One hand taking hold of his bow tie, Jaime stepped away from the bed, sharply tugging to undo the knot, then dropping it on the floor. When a hand brushed across his shoulders, Sam shed his shirt too. "And the rest..." was all the instruction he needed to pull his boxers and trousers down together, snapping the fastening on the cummerbund, kicking off his shoes, and stripping away trousers, socks and underwear in one quick motion. Jaime began to smile more, eyes sparkling as she took him in. "Well," she said, "I guess it's only fair if I go next."
She kicked off her shoes, dropping an inch as the heels went, then reached behind herself just like Susie had, to undo the same style green silk dress. Sam heard a zipper, then the dress loosened, and slid into a pool around Jaime's feet. She stepped out from it, bare feet brushing over the silk, as Sam ate in the sight of her. She wore pink underwear with small red hearts scattered across the fabric, the bra lifting lovely white cleavage and hardening nipples just showing through. A tattoo of a bird, a swallow, dived towards the V of the panties. As Sam stared, Jaime began to shift nervously, and flicked her long red hair off her shoulder.
"You... you like me?" she murmured. Sam gawped, shocked that she could even doubt it. Her skin was smooth as white silk, with her red hair and bright green eyes setting it off, and the pink bra and panties accentuating her graceful dancer's figure -- Sam remembered now that she was a dance student. Instead of answering, Sam grabbed her, kissing her deeply and running his hands across her nubile frame. She moaned at his touch, louder when his hand slipped into her panties to cup her soft ass, louder still when he pulled her bra aside to caress her breasts. Pulling her close, he began to kiss into her cleavage while she continued moaning softly. Her nipples were the same pink as her lips, just like Charlotte's. Jaime's fingers ran into Sam's hair, holding him in place as he gently bit one perky pink nipple.
His hands began to control now. Still feeling her ass, he began to roll her panties down, stroking her warm thigh as her whole body flushed at the touching. Her strapless bra fell uselessly when Sam broke the fastening, and Jaime just shook it to the floor, shaking her tits under Sam's lips; the movement spread Sam's kissed, and Jaime began to shake from excitement, her sensitive little areolas moving themselves under Sam's eager tongue. She realised her knickers had been rolled to her knees, and let those drop too. Wanting him to see her, she pushed Sam off her breasts, moaning at the loss of pleasure, and leaving him lying back on the bed, a held up hand gesturing him not to move.
Sam ate up the sight of her even more hungrily now. Even without the bra her breasts stood firm and perky, wet nipples poking hard out. She tried to strike a pose, revealing herself to Sam, parting her legs to reveal a shaven cunt, with only a heart shaped patch of brightly red hair pointing towards it. The black swallow tattoo set off her pale skin, making her more beautiful. She spoke, trying to sound confident, but voice shaking a little.
"Am I pretty? Do you want me?"
