He turned and saw me undressing him with my eyes.
“Do you like what you see,” he asked coyly.
Gulping down the last of my drink, I stand up, slide my spare room key with the room number on it from my bra and slip it into the palm of his hands. Turning to leave, I whisper in his ear, “You look good but do you actually know how to put those muscles to good use?”
I make sure I exaggerate the way my hips swing as I move towards the door. I feel his eyes watching me with every step I take.
Arriving at my room, I know it will only be a few minutes before he shows. I knew the hunger that I saw in his eyes, he needed me.
Re-applying my lipstick and an extra dab of perfume, I sprawl out expectantly on the bed. I hear the lock ignited by the key being slid inside and the handle turns.
Want more tantalising stories? http://thesincenter.com/kinky-stories?blogcategory=Laila
1-888-750-4746 Ext 825
