She wears a short cotton dress, no bra. The taste of my cum surely is fresh in her mouth. Her nipples poke out against the fabric. The hotel is filled with wankers in khakis and golf shirts. Though they leave her alone conversationally, she draws their eyes. She doesn’t know where I am.
I had texted her: “Be at the bar in fifteen minutes. Wear a sundress. I’ll direct you further once you’re there.”