Upon entering the check in area a male from customer relations/bellhop appeared in front of us. He was wearing a very tight white shirt and even tight...er pants. I looked closer and could see the outline of a thong under his pants. His bulge protruding several inches in front. He grabbed our bags and walked us to our room. When he bent down to place our bags under the bed his pants stretched and I could see his ass and black thong under. Wow I thought what a hot uniform this guy has. As he stood. I close it behind me.I start to say something but she walks right up, wraps her arms around my neck, and draws me in for a deep kiss. My hands move to her hips to pull her closer. The kiss is deep and passionate. It feels like a release of all the built-up tension of getting to this point, to this moment: when it changed from 'if' to 'is'.We kiss deeply and she grinds herself against me. Our chests rising with our heavy breath. Our tongues fill each others' mouth, wanting more. She lets out a. She pushed open the door and stepped into the room. Mr. Brown sat at his desk which faced the opposite wall of the room. He pushed his chair back and turned to greet Fiona as she entered motioning her to a chair alongside the desk. He had unknown to her been savouring the prospect of the meeting since her phone call. A few times he had tried without success to engage her in conversation on her visits to the shop. He loved the way the waistband of her jeans or skirt sat on her pelvic bones and. While Kyle seemed to have no end to his compassion and patience, his father acted as if my very presence was an affront to his sensibilities. After an extremely brief conversation, I had the address, and a strange sense of guilt for bothering Mr. Sanderson. I found the apartment easily enough; It was a bottom floor unit in a stucco walled duplex with a big blue door. I walked up, and just before knocking I felt a sort of fluttering in my chest. I swallowed down a quick wave of anxiety and.