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It all began innocuously enough. A solo business trip and a seemingly quiet hotel room. But the sultry sounds from the neighboring room were hard to ignore, the passionate moans of lovers lost in their fervor piercing through the silence of my own solitude. Every thrust, every gasped whisper acted as an unexpected aphrodisiac, igniting a fire within me. The vivid images painted by their vocal love-making left me restless, craving a touch, a connection.
Seeking distraction, I donned the hotel’s club robe, its fabric barely covering my assets, leaving nothing to the imagination underneath. The bar’s ambiance was dim, its patrons lost in their world. Yet, a stranger’s gaze caught mine, reading the longing and arousal evident in my eyes. His bold fingers traced my thigh, slipping under the robe, discovering the warm secret beneath. My heart raced, my skin flushed, and a sultry dance of teasing began.
The elevator journey that followed was a whirlwind of passionate kissing and roaming hands. With easy access, thanks to the robe, his fingers delved deep, awakening a yearning that had been stoked by those neighboring lovers’ cries. But the real magic happened in the confines of my room.
On the bed, we unraveled each other, hungry and desperate. His skilled hands and mouth explored every inch of me, from the peaks of my breasts…
