We negotiated what I considered to be a pretty high price for vaginal sex with full nudity, a one-hour deadline, and in my hotel room. However her loo...ks, her attitude, and her innocence seemed to be worth it. I had a feeling that she did not have very many miles on her.As I drove to the hotel she told me that her name was Angelique. I laughed and said that I liked her hooker name. She then told me that it was not a hooker name, that it was her name. Oh.I stole a few glances over at Angelique at. The anxiety was building in the pit of my stomach… ‘IS THIS THE RIGHT FUCKING PLACE!!!???,’ my mind screamed. At that moment the water stopped and my heart skipped several beats. This was it. The adrenalin flowed, fight or flight. And yet I stayed, fixated on the possibilities. As the shower door opened, I caught the first glimpse of a figure emerging from behind the door, a hand reaching for a towel. Yes, definitely female. Yes, definitely brunette. Curly hair? It was hard to tell since the. I got a job in a large office, I did ok at school, and work in stock control for this big company. I have my booth which is my corner of the word. You wouldn't know I like sex so much as I am telling you, no way!! I wear long skirts, blouses and jackets, I hide my figure, well I try to hide my figure, but with 36C's that it not so easy and I have a very shapely bum. My legs are good, what you can see of them, but then I see how guys work hard on my figure even in my work clothes. My skirts are. When Paul finished oiling Annette’s stomach, shesensed that he was still uncertain just how far hewould be allowed to go. She reached up her arms, wrapped them around his neckand drew him towards her for a long, sensuous kiss. Asthey broke away, Annette looked in his eyes andwordlessly raised her behind off the cushion, signalinghim to remove the last of her bikini. As the bottomsslid past her thighs, I could sense the anticipation inthe air.I am quite certain that no disappointment was.