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Mile High Sluts - Part 2 of 2

Date: 11/24/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

feel a hardening bulge, and leaned in close enough that my lips tickled his. “I think some hot meat would be perfect.” He hesitated. “The room boy’s going to bring your suitcase any minute.” “Oh, come on, it’s not as if they’re going to boot us off the island if he catches us,” I purred, giving the cock I couldn’t wait to feel inside me a squeeze. “Let’s wait.” He insisted. I pouted. “If we must.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Tell me about your trip. How was it?” I plopped down next to him and let myself fall back, spreading out my arms. “It was glorious. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so much!” His head turned around as if slapped, and I flinched when I saw his expression. “Fucked?” he asked in a slightly choked tone. “Fucked, yeah. I told you how I, uhm, earned the flight. It’s been constant fucking, with both men and women.” “I thought you were just making this up.” His voice was strangely quiet. When I looked into his eyes, I didn’t like what I was seeing at all. “Oh come on,” I urged, “we met on a sex site. I told you I’m having all kinds of flings. You’re not going all possessive on me before we’ve even had sex?” He looked away, and something dropped in my stomach. “I really thought you were just making it up to make me hot,” he repeated like a broken record. “Is that a problem?” For a minute or two, there was complete silence. When he turned towards me, the plummeting feeling in my tummy intensified. “Yes.” His eyes stared off into the distance. “Yes, I ... guess it is.” I groaned and covered my face. “Fucking brilliant!” I cursed. A loud knock on the door interrupted us. “Luggage, Ma’am!” I only had a fraction of a second, but another look into John’s face was enough to make up my mind. Behind the dejection, I recognized anger, and that was something I didn’t like at all. I jumped off the bed and headed for the door. I guess I pulled it open a tad more forcefully than necessary, because the young looking native in his khaki hotel uniform took a startled step back. I took a deep breath to keep the annoyance from my voice. “Thank you. Could you be a dear and move it back to the reception though?” “Is something not right, Ma’am?” he asked anxiously. “There is,” I told him and glanced back at John’s simmering figure, “but it has nothing to do with you or the hotel.” I turned around. “Bye, John.” “What… where are you…” “I don’t know, but I’ll not stay another second. We’ve obviously got a serious case of miscommunication and wrong expectations here, and I’ll not let that ruin both our holidays. I’m not desperate enough to start a relationship with a lovers’ quarrel. Have a good time!” I closed the door hard, not waiting for a reply from him. I was pretty sure I’d find a long rant in my inbox once I got home anyway. So I traipsed after the room boy, who was struggling to pull the wheels of my suitcase through the sand, my heels clad in one hand and the other digging for my cellphone. It wouldn’t be the cheapest call I had made, but ...