Sometimes we crave for more. He was that more. The big strong hands are what first attracted me. The creamy milk chocolate skin that made me wonder if my pussy juices would make his lips glisten. I don't think my mind and body where on the same page when I called him to see if we could meet somewhere. He was a little shocked to hear from me, being that we only had about a forty-five minute encounter in a boardroom full of other members. I had noticed him staring at me off and on throughout the meeting from the other side of the room. I tried to hurry over so I could introduce my self when we were released, but got stopped by a co-worker. So, I stood there nodding my head as I watched him walkout to the lobby and drop a business card in the receptionist jar before heading out the building. I excused myself and walked over to the jar and grabbed the business card and thought to myself, "what the hell, he could only tell me no."
Walking through the hallway of the Ramada Inn made me begin to feel sexy. Like I was on a mission to defeat the undefeatable. I was a tiger on the prow. It didn't help the fact that being over three hundred miles from home was making me a little bit more daring and bolder than usual. These company meetings were always so boring and long. I just wanted and needed to have a little fun. So, I pushed the 4th floor button in the elevator and took a long hard deep breath. I began to slowly approach suite #357 and then stopped to readjust my titties in the hallway mirror so they could look a little more revealing and plump in my low cut sleeveless v-neck sweater. I was looking scrumptious if I say so myself. These jeans cupped my ass just the right way to make you want to smack it.