titillated her senses beyond reason. She chuckled. In her dreams they could be her boy toys.
Mmm ... yeah. Her own personal boy toys ripe for her bidding. She liked that.
Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt. Her eyes drifted shut as she thought of Jason, his intent chocolate brown eyes filled with passion as he reached for her while Christopher reached for his fly. Jason would be the unbuttoning type. Christopher would be a ripper. Since she didn't want to ruin her blouse, she went with the least destructive.
His fingers would graze her breasts as he slowly pushed one pearlised button after another through the holes. Her breath caught as knuckles brushed her skin. Her nipples tightened without being touched and suddenly her lacy, underwire bra seemed too tight. A sigh trembled from between her lips as her top slipped down her arms and floated to the bathroom's tiled floor to land beside the skirt she'd discarded earlier.
Moisture flooded her pussy, lubricating the folds she'd soon caress. Moaning, she cupped her breasts enclosed in Victoria's Secret's finest. Sexy lingerie was her secret indulgence and one she'd never fed when she'd been with her ex. He didn't care what she wore ... she did. Now she bought what she wanted and what she wanted was naughty panties and bras. No one else saw them but they made her feel good.
Her cream seeped into the silk over her sex as she imagined her boy toys seeing what she wore beneath her suits. One hand drifted down over her slightly rounded belly. She ran her palm over the garter holding up her stocking. Christopher would kneel in front of her and run his hands over her silk encased legs. Of the two, he was the more tactile. She'd nearly gone through the roof when he'd put his hand on her back earlier. Only a bite to the inside of her lip had stopped a moan and the urge to beg him to slide his hand south.
She did moan now as she tormented her nipple with one hand and pushed the fingers of the other beneath her satin and lace panties. Sensations shot between her breasts and pussy, making her thighs tremble. The muscled in her abdomen tightened as heat coiled in her womb and her body readied for an impending explosion.
Not yet. She wanted this to last. She wanted to be so sated that she wouldn't think of Jason and Christopher for a few hours. Like that would happen ... but she happily deluded herself while she slipped her fingers through her nether curls. Her folds were slippery as she leisurely stroked through them turned on by how turned on she was. She flicked over her clit, shuddering as lightning surged through her.
She jumped as a knock rattled on her door. She struggled from the sexual haze which had enveloped her. Spinning, she spied the white courtesy robe left out by the hotel's housekeeping. Slipping into the voluminous garment, she tied the belt tightly around her waist and kicked off her heels. The knock came again accompanied by a deep, “Room service."
She sighed. Christopher. What timing. What would he think if he knew she'd been fantasising about him touching her just moments before? After flipping open the deadbolt, she swung open the door. Her eyes went wide at the sight of not one but both of her companions outside the door. They'd changed and were now dressed in faded, low slung jeans and T-shirts which clung to their muscled curves. Damn, these men didn't look like scientists ... they looked like models. Hot, well-developed models.
They crowded into her room before she could stop them, and Jason pushed shut the door. He held a champagne glass in his hand. She realised that Christopher did as well—actually, he had two glasses and a bottle of bubbly. Where the hell had they gotten that? She'd wager it was even chilled.
"We thought maybe you'd like a drink,” he said, reaching to set the glasses and bottle on the counter just beyond her. Jason's followed.
She shook her head, her heart starting an erratic pounding rhythm. “Guys, this isn't a good
Mmm ... yeah. Her own personal boy toys ripe for her bidding. She liked that.
Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt. Her eyes drifted shut as she thought of Jason, his intent chocolate brown eyes filled with passion as he reached for her while Christopher reached for his fly. Jason would be the unbuttoning type. Christopher would be a ripper. Since she didn't want to ruin her blouse, she went with the least destructive.
His fingers would graze her breasts as he slowly pushed one pearlised button after another through the holes. Her breath caught as knuckles brushed her skin. Her nipples tightened without being touched and suddenly her lacy, underwire bra seemed too tight. A sigh trembled from between her lips as her top slipped down her arms and floated to the bathroom's tiled floor to land beside the skirt she'd discarded earlier.
Moisture flooded her pussy, lubricating the folds she'd soon caress. Moaning, she cupped her breasts enclosed in Victoria's Secret's finest. Sexy lingerie was her secret indulgence and one she'd never fed when she'd been with her ex. He didn't care what she wore ... she did. Now she bought what she wanted and what she wanted was naughty panties and bras. No one else saw them but they made her feel good.
Her cream seeped into the silk over her sex as she imagined her boy toys seeing what she wore beneath her suits. One hand drifted down over her slightly rounded belly. She ran her palm over the garter holding up her stocking. Christopher would kneel in front of her and run his hands over her silk encased legs. Of the two, he was the more tactile. She'd nearly gone through the roof when he'd put his hand on her back earlier. Only a bite to the inside of her lip had stopped a moan and the urge to beg him to slide his hand south.
She did moan now as she tormented her nipple with one hand and pushed the fingers of the other beneath her satin and lace panties. Sensations shot between her breasts and pussy, making her thighs tremble. The muscled in her abdomen tightened as heat coiled in her womb and her body readied for an impending explosion.
Not yet. She wanted this to last. She wanted to be so sated that she wouldn't think of Jason and Christopher for a few hours. Like that would happen ... but she happily deluded herself while she slipped her fingers through her nether curls. Her folds were slippery as she leisurely stroked through them turned on by how turned on she was. She flicked over her clit, shuddering as lightning surged through her.
She jumped as a knock rattled on her door. She struggled from the sexual haze which had enveloped her. Spinning, she spied the white courtesy robe left out by the hotel's housekeeping. Slipping into the voluminous garment, she tied the belt tightly around her waist and kicked off her heels. The knock came again accompanied by a deep, “Room service."
She sighed. Christopher. What timing. What would he think if he knew she'd been fantasising about him touching her just moments before? After flipping open the deadbolt, she swung open the door. Her eyes went wide at the sight of not one but both of her companions outside the door. They'd changed and were now dressed in faded, low slung jeans and T-shirts which clung to their muscled curves. Damn, these men didn't look like scientists ... they looked like models. Hot, well-developed models.
They crowded into her room before she could stop them, and Jason pushed shut the door. He held a champagne glass in his hand. She realised that Christopher did as well—actually, he had two glasses and a bottle of bubbly. Where the hell had they gotten that? She'd wager it was even chilled.
"We thought maybe you'd like a drink,” he said, reaching to set the glasses and bottle on the counter just beyond her. Jason's followed.
She shook her head, her heart starting an erratic pounding rhythm. “Guys, this isn't a good
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