She sighed...dropped her gaze and walked in.

Heads turned. They would. There was no missing her tallness, her detachment to all around her.
Her mission. To get to the lift as quickly as possible without drawing too much attention to herself.
It was a double edged sword.
The request was for heels and stockings...fishnet stockings...simply THAT spoke volumes to any onlooker. And thus, going undetected was impossible
How it spoke? All depended on who may be looking in.
And...
he happened to be looking in. The familiarity of everything about her was a ZING deep within his crotch .
He wondered who she was going to pleasure and, who was going to pleasure her. Mind u, he smiled to himself, she really knew to stir the cock hard, knew the deliciousness of play , the tease, that sometime one wished for nothing more than her suggestive husky tones and lead and reveal of all the woman she was without indulging into cock thrusting of the wettest sort.
The explosive creaming in her hands, all over those tits of hers....shit! he had to remind himself to breath.
He wondered if he sent her a message would she willing make a detour to his room before leaving the hotel.

"love your fishnets."

"Good. room number?"

"910"

" going to fuck u stupid"...was the response. "See u in 90mins"

He smiled and walked to the lift, stiff as shit...and to onlookers it seemed he walked with a limb as if he had a carrot up his ass....x

RB.