We're supposed to mix and meet people, aren't we!" Hello, Alan! Stella Morgan! Thanks for talking to me: I'm not very good at this sort of thing!" Me ...neither! So what course are you on, Stella!" Well I originally applied for English Literature; but I think if you find out you don't like it, you can change. How about you, Alan?" Telecommunication Engineering. Yes, it is flexible, but I hope that I don't have to change! Look, Stella, I suppose we really ought to move around a bit, but let's get a. My 6" heels lay where they had been discarded when Mr Smith had walked me to the window of the hotel, overlooking London city. My sheer red dress was on the floor where he had lifted it over my head, before kissing my neck and running his hands over me, in full view of London. A bottle of vodka lay on the floor, which I had been swigging from. The mouth of the neck had smears of red lipstick and whispering memories of sex.'Hello?' said the concierge. 'I said, it's sealed for you. Sorry.'The. He just managed to strip of before passing out on his bed. He must have been have one hell of a dream because he was hard within mins of falling asleep. Having never seen another mans cock hard before in real life it made my own cock start to throb. It wasn't long before i wanted to touch it. So i climbed out of bed, my own hard cock struggling to get out of my boxers, and knelt next to his bed. I poked him in the side a couple of times to make sure he was asleep, when i wa sure i slide my hand. I moved one hand from her hip to fondle her tits; the other slid around to rub her clit. Her moans changed to little squeals as she thrust back against my pounding schlong.Her arms gave way and she collapsed with her face buried in a pillow as she screeched, "Oh God! ... oh god, ... oh god."The condom had decreased my sensations such that I still was not ready to cum. I continued to pound her from behind for another couple of minutes while she gasped and moaned into the pillow. Finally I.