1. Monica - Part 4


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: happyidiot, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    flying, scattering them on the room floor. We boarded the elevator and descended to the lobby. “There is a shop off the main lobby where you can purchase a new blouse.” I said and handed her my credit card. “Sorry about the buttons. I’m sure you’ll find something you can wear until you get home. Meet me at the concierge; I need to see if they can help arrange a flight out.” I stepped from the elevator and crossed the lobby. I was the second person in line and was admiring the woman working the counter. She was rather attractive and wearing a very snug fitting skirt suit. My eyes wandered over the exposed cleavage and hotel jacket. The hotel crest was embroidered over the right breast and her name tag pinned above her left breast. Very full and well shaped breasts. The tag read “M. Berdekstres.” Berdekstres, I mused, what an unusual name. I wonder where she’s fro… “May I help you?” I heard her call to me, a professional quality to her voice and, perhaps, a touch of annoyance. I had been caught staring again, a habit that is bound to get me into trouble one of these days. Today may be that day. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled, stepping up to the counter. “I couldn’t help but notice your name tag and…” I shifted uneasily on my feet. “Um… I missed my flight this afternoon and I was wondering if you could help arrange a flight to Hartford for me?” Monica suddenly appeared beside me, clutching a bag from the shop but still wearing the tattered blouse, holding it together with her free ...
    hand. Dear lord… I thought she would change into her new blouse. The concierge looked at her amused. “Rough day, huh?” Monica leaned against me, rolled her eyes and with a grin said, “You’d think a gentleman could control himself.” I felt my face getting warm and turn red with embarrassment. “Jesus Monic…” “Hey, nice name tag,” Monica blurted. “Good with both hands are you?” The young woman behind the desk maintained decorum but softened her demeanour. “Perhaps I am. Let me guess, you two are together?” Monica let her hand slip a bit to expose the soft flesh under the tattered blouse and whispered something about finding out how good she really was with her hands. The concierge gave Monica a slight smile before returning to the task at hand as I provided the information required by the airlines. “You may wait in here in the lobby, or make yourselves comfortable in the lounge. I’ll find you when we’ve made the arrangements for you. You can leave your bags here if you’d like. Is there anything else I can do for you?” I thanked her for her assistance and, with my embarrassment waning, led Monica to a quiet corner. When we had tucked ourselves out of the way I turned to her but before I could utter a syllable she flashed me, holding the blouse open long enough to give me a good look at her nipples. They were just starting to harden as she gather the blouse back over them. It seems that in our haste to gather our things and leave the room, she had left her bra behind. And she was only ...
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