Meet me in the Hotel Lobby SeXStoRY

I told her I'd meet her in the hotel lobby. I'd be the guy with the Wall Street Journal. She was encouraged to wear a skirt with no panties and high heels. I saw her coming toward the door from behind the mirrored glass of the lobby. She had done as I'd instructed. Her tanned, toned calves were exquisite in her stiletto leopard-print shoes. The skirt was just above the knee, but you could tell she wasn't used to being pantyless. Her heavy breasts were showcased in a blouse with plenty of cleavage. I met her but didn't say a word as I e****ted her to the elevator. We were alone. I pressed the button and once the door closed, I found her wet, dripping clitoris with my fingers. By the time the elevator doors opened again, she had cum.