The Hotel
He stood at the bathroom sink, smiling at his reflection in the mirror, and replaying the events of the day in his mind. He listened to his girl humming happily in the next room, and smiled again, remembering the feel of her strong naked thighs, which had so recently been wrapped around his waist. He shifted his weight, adjusting the position of his rigid cock. Part of him still couldn't believe that less than an hour ago, he had been driving his shaft mercilessly into her sweet, yielding pussy...shoving her up against the cold concrete wall of that deserted airport corridor. Images of her face, twisted in ecstasy still raced through his mind, making his heavy balls ache for release. His hand roamed idly to his groin, squeezing his erection gently as his sinful thoughts urged him on. Suddenly, he was interrupted by the sound of her voice.
"Honey, could you come here for a moment please?" she asked sweetly through the door. He quickly adjusted his uncomfortably hard manhood and moved toward the door.
"I'm on my way, doll." He replied.
He entered the main room of her hotel suite, and stopped dead in his tracks. He stood stunned in the center of the room and looked around. The spacious area was bathed in golden candlelight, and there she was, reclined lucidly on the black satin sheets, dressed in a red lace teddy which clung shamelessly to every curve of her body. Her hair tumbled in loose, raven-dark curls down her back and she smiled seductively at him as she slowly rose up onto her knees in the center of the bed. A small black travel case, and a bottle of champagne sat on the nightstand, sparking his curiosity into an inferno of anticipation. He stood frozen at the foot of the bed, staring at her as she drew both of her hands slowly across her lovely tits.
"So...," she asked coyly, a sexy, inviting smile curving the corners of her crimson lips, "do you still like to watch?"