She moved a bit closer. "I noticed you staring at my legs and feet," she said. I started denying it but she hushed me with a hand up for 'stop'. "I ha...d a boyfriend once," she continued. "He was really into legs and feet. He used to get so excited whenever I took my shoes off or let him touch my legs. You're like that too, right?"My thoughts were racing. I was scared to be so revealed but at the same time more excited than I'd ever been. I felt helpless to control my arousal. The result was that. “You’re such a dork,” Becky said as she slapped my chest. “Fine, you want proof?” She asked.Before I could say a word, Becky dropped to her knees and opened my towel, revealing my flaccid cock. She took it into her mouth and began licking and sucking at it, as she pumped it with her hand. She pulled back a bit from it but continued to stroke me.“You know, I always wanted your cock to be the first I sucked, and now, it has been. I’ve always fantasized about how we would first make love, and now. But this time she arranged for a limo to pick her up because, as she said, "I plan on having a good time and don't want to be on the road after drinking." She had a sexy set of Victoria Secrets underwear, a sexy black leather mini-skirt with a black sheer blouse. A new leather coat complemented the outfit. She carried in a separate bag a pair of 6-inch high heel platform shoes to wear at the party. She looked so hot; but my pride kept me from saying I'd like to go along with her. After all,. .. or not, as it seems. Hence, why I’m now nervously waiting for you in a hotel room on a Tuesday afternoon. That message from you came out of the blue, our sporadic burst of messages since leading us back to here. We no longer need each other, but we most definitely want each other.A knock, a glimpse through a spyhole. We exchange a brief embrace and a kiss as the door closes and locks. Smiles. Privacy. Secrets. Bigger smiles. You drape your jacket over a chair as a whiff of aftershave catches.