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           IfsomeonehadtoldmeI’dbedoingthiswhenIwokeupinhishotelsuiteyesterday,Iwouldnothavebelievedthem.

           Hereachesforabottleofbodywashfromthebuilt-inshelfbesidethebathandsquirtssomeintohishand.Herubshishandstogether,creatingasoft,foaminglather,andhecloseshishandsaroundmyneckandstartstorubthesoapintomyneckandshoulders,massagingfirmlywithhislong,strongfingers.Igroan.Hishandsonmefeelgood.

           “Youlikethat?”Icanalmosthearhissmile.

           “Hmm.”

           Hemovesdownmyarms,thenbeneaththemtomyunderarms,washinggently.I’msogladKateinsistedIshave.Hishandsglideacrosstomybreasts,andIinhalesharplyashisfingersencirclethemandstartkneadinggently,takingnoprisoners.Mybodybowsinstinctively,pushingmybreastsintohishands.Mynipplesaretender.Verytender,nodoubt,fromhisless-than-delicatetreatmentofthemlastnight.Hedoesn’tlingerlongandglideshishandsdowntomystomachandbelly.Mybreathingincreasesandmyheartisracing.Hisgrowingerectionpressesagainstmybehind.It’ssuchaturn-onknowingthatit’smybodymakinghimfeelthisway.Ha…notyourmind,mysubconscioussneers.Ishakeofftheunwelcomethought.

           HestopsandreachesforawashclothasIpantagainsthim,wanting…needing.Myhandsrestonhisfirm,muscularthighs.Squirtingmoresoapontothewashcloth,heleansdownandwashesbetweenmylegs.Iholdmybreath.Hisfingersskillfullystimulatingmethroughthecloth,it’sheavenly,andmyhipsstartmovingattheirownrhythm,pushingagainsthishand.