Wow, this site is really up and down. I've had trouble logging on again today. I'll try to stick with it a little more.
I'm still sleepy from a long night of travel. You sit on the side of the bed and play with my hair a bit as you tell me that you've ordered breakfast. Room service is closing for the morning so you needed to get the order in before I woke. I find myself drifting of to sleep as you wind your fingers through my hair. I hear a faint knock on the door and I feel you rising from the side of the bed. I'm still half asleep. I feel the soft sheet sliding down off my left breast and the cool air as it rushes over my exposed skin. Your hand brushes my stomach, so I know this is no accident. As I hear you headed to open the door my reaction is to cover up. I don't know if you will pick up the tray at the door or let room service come in. But then, I realize that whatever will happen, you have it planned. I decide in a flash to call your bluff. I stretch my hands back behind the pillow, close my eyes, and decide to let a stranger see my breast if that is what you want.
I hear the door open and a male voice that is not yours. I close my eyes tighter and try to relax. I'm torn between a strong impulse to cover up and feeling frozen like prey that senses a predator. I hear you say, "Just put it on the table." I try to remember where the table is in the room but, no matter, within seconds I hear footsteps moving across the foot of the bed and hear the tray slide on a table to my left. I hear his voice as he hands you the bill. I lie motionless, waking more now that I know another man is standing within 10 feet of me. There is no way that he doesn't see me and my exposed breast. You talk to him a bit. I can't hear what you are saying, it's a whispered conversation, but I know that you engaging him, giving him an excuse to glance at me, maybe even stare. I relax a bit and try to escape the tension and find the turn on in this moment. I know that we are going to fuck. I knew that already but now I know this is going to be a monumental fuck. I can feel it. You are planning it, setting me up for it. Is this guy going to watch? Is that what you want?Is he going to film us? Is he going to sit in a chair and jerk off to us? Are you wanting him to touch me? Dozens of questions are racing through my mind.