* * * * * * * * * *Sam stumbled, at last, into the hotel room with his heavy cases, hisfeminine voice groaning with the effort. He felt mild...ly put out thatthe overweight guy on reception hadn't offered to carry his cases,leaving him to struggle up the two flights of stairs alone in his highheels. He kicked the door shut behind him, searching blindly for a lampchord. The room dimly illuminated, casting dark shadows, punctuated bythe sickening pink glow of the flashing neon sign. " "I guess I will too." I replied. "Rick?" "Yes" "How hard is your dick right now?" I reached down and gingerly felt my cock. "It's sticking up and making a tent in my boxers, the tip is leaking and it feels about as hard as it can get, how turned on are you?" I heard her slide her hand under her covers, there was a moments silence and then she said, "I'm really slippery, my clit is standing up and tingling and my nipples are so hard they hurt." "Oh man, that's really hot, I think my dick just. Lifting her butt off the bed, she arched her back and pressed her cunt into the exploring hand, all the while rubbing first one breast and then the other. I began to wish I had installed a microphone. Her mouth was open and all I could do was imagine her moans of lust. Matching her stroke for stroke, I struggled to keep my own labored breath quiet. Then, much to my surprise, she just stopped.As I watched her lie there with one hand on her right breast and the other between her legs, I figured. She sat down near by him and said that "-It looks like we are done with the massage." He didn't answer. "-You seem much better now. Do you need something more." While she was saying it, her eyes were flashing glances on the bulge between his legs. He caught her shy glances on his bulge. She felt ashamed but tried to handle it. She eyed his young and masculine body from his head to till his feet and said: "You have a healthy body." Then she stroke his tummy and put her hand on his bulge which.