I'll meet you in the early afternoon at the Starbucks just off I-25 on Montgomery. The parking lot is usually full, but if you circle around a couple times a space almost always opens up. I'll be waiting at a table near the door wearing a leather jacket, red shirt and drivers cap so you'll know me. We can chat for a few minutes to see if we hit it off. I don't want someone that I don't like making love to my wife. . .
After a little while and a few laughs you follow me in my red car back to the hotel just down Pan American Highway that my wife and I checked into just for this special occasion. I give you a key card and our room number. You go left and take the elevator and I head to the bar to the right of the main entrance. When you unlock the door she's laying on the bed in her black lingerie and her long red hair flowing down around her shoulders and partially hiding her face. You can hear the sound of her petite vibrator that she's gliding lightly over her lacey black G-string where it conceals her pussy. She's already wet and excited and sits up, as soon as you reach the bed. She opens your fly, pulls out your already swelling member and begins licking that sensitive spot just under the head. Within a few second she's opened her throat and you feel her lips glide down to the base of your shaft with her little nose buried deep in your pubic hairs. You grab the back of her head and start slowly and gently probing. After a couple minutes she pulls away lays down on the bed, spread her legs and motions for you to mount her.