Hazel
Ican’t stop giggling as I tiptoe through the hallway back to my hotel room with my shoes in my hand and my bra tucked into my purse.
Part of me hopes that someone might notice me and catch me on my way back from my rendezvous with Dylan, but I make it to my room without any awkward interactions.
When I enter my room, I immediately strip and head for the shower, leaving a trail of my belongings behind me.
The hot water creates steam that fills up the bathroom quickly, but I know I don’t feel hot from the shower.
I can’t stop thinking about my amazing time with Dylan. God, he really knows how to fuck a woman right!
I slide my hands over my naked, wet body as I think about the way Dylan bent me over and teased my pussy before jamming his cock inside of me. Soon, my fingers find their way to my clit, and I realize that I still want more cock.
Dylan has plans in the morning, but I consider heading back anyway to give him a midnight snack. However, I also know how much I appreciate my sleep and decide I can’t do that to him.
The guy with Dylan enters my mind, and I can’t help but remember his bulging muscles and sexy grin.
I can’t possibly have sex with two guys on the same night, right? I know most people think it’s wrong, but I am struggling to see the reason why.
A woman has every right to enjoy herself sexually. If I want to fuck two pilots in one night, I should do it. It’s no one else’s business.
My inner freak starts to burst out of me, and I just have to allow myself this adventure.
After I dry off from my shower, I wrap myself in the hotel robe and peek my head out the hotel room door. It’s empty again, and no one watches me when I walk through the halls for the second time that night- this time in nothing but my towel.
When I arrive at Andrew’s hotel room, I feel a surge of energy run through me, and I take a quick breath before I knock on the door.
Andrew opens the door quickly. When he notices me, he gives me a slow, mischievous grin and opens the door all the way.
I walk in with confidence and find a half empty bottle of champagne on the table.
“Expecting someone?” I ask.
“No. Yet, here you are. Shall I get you a glass?” he offers.
“Only if the champagne is expensive,” I wink at him as I sit down on the couch.
“I like a woman who knows her worth,” Andrew informs me, handing me a glass and sitting down next to me.
“And what do you think I’m worth?” I ask him, coming in closer to him, allowing my thigh to rub up against his.
“I’m not sure what you’re worth, but you’re gonna take what I’m going to give you,” he tells me.
Then, he grabs me by the head and gives me a deep kiss that has me shaking as I put my glass of champagne down and return his passionate kiss with the same energy, quickly straddling him and continuing to make out.
“Take the robe off,” Andrew whispers to me as we make out.
I stand up and drop the robe completely onto the floor, exposing my naked body for Andrew to enjoy.
He takes in the view, clearly pitching a tent and doing his best to contain himself.
“You like?” I ask innocently.
“Oh, I think that’s definitely worth something,” he nods.
I slowly walk a step or two closer to him.
“Make me cum,” I tell him.