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I must seem like such a slut to this gorgeous man. I had to get away.
“Would you like a drink Jane, you seem flushed.”
“I’d love one”, I replied a young too quickly. What was I saying? The longer I stayed around this man the worse things were becoming. I could feel my panties beginning to stick to the inside of my thighs.
“It is quite hot in here, would you like to go for a walk in the fresh air?”
He was right, it was hot in here, my face and my neck felt flushed with the heat. I quickly downed my Bacardi and nodded to him. Once again he gently lead me from the noisy bar and out lesbo chat the fresh evening air. As the cool air blew around me I felt my nipples go rock hard. We began walking down the street, and I must have been a bit dizzy from sculling my last drink so quickly, because I tripped and twisted my ankle.
“Are you all right?” he asked instantly, with a concerned online sex chat room on his face. “Here, let me help you.” At which point he picked me up and started carrying me down the street.
I had not realised how strong and muscular he was, I kept getting lost in his blue eyes. “Where are we going?” I asked. My ankle was throbbing, and my head was starting to hurt, all I wanted to do was lie down.
“I have a hotel room just across the street”, and he indicated a large hotel 3 buildings up and across the road, “ that is if you don’t mind, you sex chat rooms be able to lie down and rest your feet.”
Between my throbbing ankle, head and state of inebriation I was in no mood to reject such an offer from a gorgeous man, and being single at the time I counted it as a bonus. I nodded and closed my eyes, allowing him to carry me in peace.
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A short time later I found myself laying on a King size double bed, sex chat rooms the penthouse of the hotel with a marvellous view of the harbour and a glass of champagne in my hand, all pain in my ankle forgotten.
“This room has a beautiful view Tom, it must be hideously expensive?”
“It is worth it,” he smiled deprecatingly.
Tom was standing over by the window, sipping his bubbly with an air of supreme confidence and power. |
