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Still puzzled, both guests walk over to the elevator. They look around as they go, and Craig is certainly out of place. The people are all beautiful and look like they stepped out of Hollywood or Wall Street. As far as they can see, everyone is enjoying themselves except them. They reach the elevator, and Gloria presses the number 5.
They look at each other, and Gloria asks.
“What’s your room number?”
Looking down at his packet, he answers her.
“I’m in room 540, and you?”
“Room 541. I guess we are neighbors, then?”
“It seems like it; what say we meet for this early supper in an hour then?”
Normally she would opt out since she doesn’t even know him. But there is some kind of connection she feels, and she accepts.
“Deal, I’ll see you down here in an hour.”
“Deal.”
The elevator door opens, and he allows Gloria to exit first. They both quickly scan the floor’s signpost straight ahead in front of the elevator. Finding the correct direction of the range of room numbers, they both go left.
The rooms are side by side; they produce and swipe their key cards. The doors produce the customary green light for entry, and they both do. Craig hesitates just for a second to stick Kültür Escort his head around the corner to remind Gloria.
“Don’t forget, one hour.”
With a weary smile, she answers.
“I won’t.”
The doors close, and both take in the room’s sights. They find their luggage waiting at the foot of their beds.
Craig heads to the bathroom. He’s had to relieve himself for an hour. He gets totally undressed since he has to shower anyway. The place is immaculate. There are even white velour bedroom slippers waiting for him.
Once totally naked, he steps into them and walks over to the commode to relieve himself. His dick is still hard. What the HELL is wrong with him? He has to lean forward slightly to make sure his aim is true. He finishes, then steps over to the sink and washes his hands. He then reaches for the towel and finds it hanging on the towel rack, and the entire wall is a mirror.
“This shit is wild!”
He can hardly believe his senses; he has never been anywhere so perfect. He steps back to admire his full nakedness. It was almost comical, this huge bodybuilder, naked, dick fully erect, and with white plush bedroom slippers on his feet. He doesn’t go back into the other room; he Kültür Escort Bayan heads straight for the shower.
Next door Gloria has unpacked her largest bag. She has taken off her shoes and is barefoot. She passes the bathroom and decides to relieve herself as well. She unfastens her blouse and her skirt. She allows both garments to fall to the bathroom floor. Her thin bra is; next, she unfastens it, and her ample size 33Ds falls slightly. She then attends to her thong underwear, still very wet. She must carefully slide them down her over her big ass and legs.
The small pile of her clothes was now on the floor. She looks at them as she takes her seat. It can hardly seem possible that so little clothes covered her. Her business done, she stands and also finds her reflection in the wall, which is a mirror. She turns to the side slightly and then to the other admiring her body. She is then brought back to the ride in the limousine. She replays the scenes in her mind of Craig’s big dick outlined in his shorts.
She can feel the heat rise in her chest again. She runs her left hand across her right breast until it reaches the nipple. With her right hand, she sends it down between her legs. She shivers and then Escort Kültür tears herself away.
“I need to get my ass in the shower.”
She quickly steps into the shower area. It is an open shower and has no doors. The floors and walls look like marble; you cannot tell where the bathroom ends and the shower begins. She makes her way over to the shower controls and adjusts them. She cannot get the water to drop below seventy degrees as hard as she tries.
She is hot and needs a cold shower. Her pussy is now throbbing, and she could swear she can hear the throbbing in her ears. She leans on the shower wall away from the spray of water. In a position like she is being frisked, she leans there, trying to out the alien thoughts in her head.
Craig, also finding his shower had no cold water, is done, and is now wrapped in a towel and lying across the top of his bed. Frustrated, he opens up his towel, sending the two halves of it aside to expose his wet nakedness to the air of the room. Hopefully, this will calm him down enough. He feels down, and his dick is still rock-hard.
“Fuck!”
A dick this hard and nowhere to put it. Normally, at home, he would have taken care of it himself, but for some reason, he’s not in that kind of mood. Maybe the coolness of the room will allow it to calm down enough to put on his pants. He can’t wear anything with his dick this hard; he wouldn’t be able to walk.
A few more moments of frustration pass when there is a light knock at the door.