Paul and I were both unable to stand and sat in front of the sink for some time. I looked toward him, "Hey, Paul!" He was unresponsive, but his eyes searched the stark white walls recalling images of what had occurred. Both of us however did struggle to regain our breath.
I found Paul's hand on my thigh. I have no idea how long it had been there, only that he was slowly approaching my crotch. It wasn't long until his hand cupped deep between my legs and he stroked me from rim to tip. He quickly picked up the pace sending my mind into a haze.
With his wrist grinding into the head of my cock he says, "Follow me." He kicks his pants to the floor as we made our way to the bed. He then faces me and runs his thumbs inside the waist of my jeans, "We're good, right Jim?"
My mind was still in disbelief when I nodded a dumbfounded yes. I didn't know what else to do. I eventually explained, "I wanted this when we went on our last road trip."