From his chair in the corner of the hotel room he studies her intently. He is in acutely aware of every move she moves as she lies languidly on the kingsize bed. He makes no attempt to conceal his hungry appraisal of her, staring openly, his eyes devouring every inch of her body.
She wears black lace; a balcony bra that only just holds her ample breasts in it’s flimsy cups, the fleshy orbs in great danger of spilling out. Her thong is just as skimpy, merely a tiny triangle of enticing material covering her intimate parts. He can see the curves and contours of her mound through the sheer fabric. He wouldn’t be at all suprised if one of her juicy pink pussy lips slipped out from beneath it’s confines to tease him mercifully.
Next her gazes at her legs, clad in sheer black stockings and held up by her matching suspender belt with it’s neat little clasps that he longed to snap undone before rolling the stockings slowly down her thighs and off altogether... She looks back at him, seemingly at ease under his scrutiny. She stretches like a cat basking in the sunshine, then asks him in a husky voice, “Do you mind if I...” In her hand she holds a cigarette, she is poised to light up.
