Once inside I admitted it felt great but that was it, no more. I had no idea what I was getting into, and was a bit relieved when her mother walked in...to the room. She was still in her work clothes, tight pants, low cut button up shirt, and high heels. Quiet the knockout MILF. I don’t know how long I was starring, but Stephanie’s “take a picture it’ll last longer” snapped me back to reality. Stephanie was clearly upset Monday and wasted no time telling me she was grounded her cell was taken away. . and remembered.” She lifted his hand to her lips. “You are very sweet, Christian.”“Do you mean that literally or figuratively?”She giggled. “Both, I think.”He parked in her driveway and escorted her to her door. “Thank you for another lovely evening,” she said.“I had a great time, too. Do you have another deadline coming up?”“No. All I need to do is to turn my article into a script for my radio segment and record it.”“So -- can we get together this weekend?” he asked.“I think so. I’ll give. ”I then decided to go blunt as a hammer.“I want to fuck you.”“What? You like me?”The point was finally getting across. Maybe this would stop being romantic comedy and start being erotica now.“So… uh…. You want to go out for coffee?”I sighed, stood up, and grabbed onto his arm.“Look, if you want to come, follow me.”I had a feeling that double entendre not withstanding, he still really didn’t understand what was going on. I pulled him into my apartment and closed the door.“So, got some coffee?”I. An hour and a half later I was knocking on my first hotel door. This time the man who answered my knock used me for the full two hours.The present...Walking into a hotel in the middle of the day, dressed as I am, used to frighten me. I just knew everyone was whispering about me. Knew I was a whore meeting a guy for sex. Now my stride was quick and confident because I didn't care what other people might think. The room number had been texted to me so I didn't need to slow my walk to the.