I felt tingles in my pussy as I watched his firm ass and muscled legs walk away from me. It was then that I finally looked around me and took in the r...oom. It was a nice hotel room with two queen beds and a big wall of windows. The furniture was that dark fake cherry but it went well with the pale yellow walls. I heard some ice rustling and turned to see him grinning at me while he worked on popping the cork off of a bottle of champagne. I heard the cork pop off and watched as he poured two. As you look around the room, you see a curious box propped up on the dark black couch we’ve made love on so many times in the past. The box leans against the center back cushion. It is the very same cushion you leaned against last night. The same cushion you pressed against, while I licked your pussy during the movie, until you had so many orgasms, you lost count. With a small sound of excitement, you cross the living room carpet and pick up the box. The box is a light cream color and has a. They both looked at me and said change; I just busted out laughing they’re so cute!So about an hour later I return to my apartment take a shower shave my legs and trim my little diamond landing strip, now I’m thinking no I’m at least 10 years older than they are I must behave! Getting dressed I choose a short denim skirt, no panties, and a short white top knotted in front and my lacy black bra can be seen through the sheerness of the shirt, oh no I might look to slutty I thought. I go anyway. I had never tried the classic/cliché move of rubbing my foot against a woman’s leg under the table but I was beginning to consider it. Margaret saved me the trouble: after glancing over to make sure Jeff was still wrapped up in one of his endless monologues, she leaned a little towards me as we talked and rested a hand gently on my thigh. That sent a thrill through my entire body. I tried hard to play it cool but I’m sure I failed miserably. My face must have been the color of beetroot; I was.