I teasingly licked the back of her ear, nuzzled her neck, and —very gently— bit her on the shoulder. The old man, who was appeared in his late 60’s or early 70’s, kept glancing in Amanda’s direction. A huge fountain was situated at the opposite end, and seated next to that was a string quartet. They felt firm and slippery, causing my hard-on to ache even more. Good. I stopped her before she could open the door. It took me less than 10 minutes to put on my dress shirt, necktie, and khakis, and comb my hair. I spoke softly in her ear, “Not yet.”
Amanda turned around and smiled, rising up on her tiptoes to kiss me on the lips. Let me get a new one for you.”
“Thank you so much.” As the she left, Amanda smirked triumphantly at me. After slipping into her heels, Amanda dutifully approached me. She exclaimed, “You’re a jerk!” and punched me in the shoulder with moderate force. And, as superficial and childish as it was, I was supremely proud to show her off. Are sure that we’re in the right hotel?”
“Of course.
