1. Monica - Part 4


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

    were no available flights today. I’ve booked you on WorldAir flight 1452 to JFK with a connecting flight to Hartford departing tomorrow morning at 9:00. Since you’ll be unable to fly out today, I’ve taken the liberty of booking a room for you tonight.” “Thank you Ms. Berdekstres, that is very accommodating of you.” “Hannah” she replied “Hannah?” Monica chimed in playfully. “What does the M on your tag stand for? Masturbatrix?” I slowly placed my face in my hands as the Monica rollercoaster descended into yet another free fall descent. Hannah offered her a smile but no further explanation. “If you would please follow me, I’ll show you both to your room.” Monica and I glanced at each other and shrugged. I dropped a twenty dollar bill on the table to cover the drinks and held Monica’s hand as we followed Hannah toward the elevators. I noticed the confident and self-assured way Hannah carried herself through the lobby. Eyes would turn to follow her movement. I also found myself, once again, admiring the fit of her suit. The fabric conformed to every curve and I was beginning to wonder what delightful discoveries were concealed beneath when Monica interrupted my daydream. “You’d look great fucking her,” she whispered. “Excuse me?” I glanced at her. “Want me to arrange it? Do you want to fuck her? Or at least see if I can get her naked? I do love a challenge but I get the feeling it may not be difficult at all.” Hannah glanced back over her shoulder at us as if she had overheard ...
    Monica. Monica had what was becoming a very familiar wicked grin on her face. I had learned very quickly that this was not the same Monica I had known in college. This was a new and improved version; Monica 2.0. There was a new surprise waiting for me around every corner and I was loving each and every one of them while at the same time praying that none of them would get me into serious trouble. We followed Hannah into our room and found that my bags had already been delivered. It was a spacious room, with king sized bed, a sitting area, a desk, two wing chairs and a small table. On the table was a bottle of wine, glasses and a small assortment of cheeses, crackers and fruit. “I thought you two might enjoy a bottle of wine and something light to snack on.” Hannah gestured toward the bottle on the table. “Compliments of the hotel.” I have never experienced such hospitality. Most of the hotels I stayed at processed business travelers with a cold, robotic efficiency. “Thank you Hannah, you’ve been extremely kind and helpful.” She then stepped toward me, much closer than I anticipated, and immediately I was surrounded by the light fragrance of her perfume: a scent that would soon come to haunt me. My gaze flickered from the open neckline of her jacket and back up into her eyes. She raised a hand, placed it on my shoulder and lightly smoothed my shirt. “If there is anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable, anything at all... ” and she raised her eyes to mine. Her words ...
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