0 comments/ 19746 views/ 2 favorites My Trip to Boston Ch. 01 By: biwifeplaying On Friday, me and E didn't leave New York until close to 1pm to get to Boston, which was bad timing on our part. A normally four hour trip ended up taking nearly seven hours. Still, it wasn't a terrible ride. I was incredibly horny all day because I was really looking forward to having sex in the hotel. E did most of the driving and while he did, I spread my legs on the dashboard and played with myself in full view of passers by. E didn't mind my exhibiting and that got me even more aroused. We hit some traffic and stopped twice, so we didn't get to the hotel until close to 8. The hotel was beautiful, upscale and in the center of town. It was also attached to a fancy shopping center called 'Copley Square'. We had a reservation that night for an elegant restaurant near the hotel, but I wanted to change and wash up first. I did that quicky in our room and we got to the restaurant around 9. That was an amazing meal. I ordered seafood stew and we each had 2 glasses of Pinot Grigio. E had seared tuna steak. I enjoyed the food, atmosphere and service. When I went to the rest room, I took off my panties and handed them to my husband as I sat back down at the table. He was amused and he put them in his pocket. Then, we had an interesting follow up conversation that would define how the rest of the weekend would play out. Earlier that week, E told me, at home, that he would help me live out my fantasies to have sex with other men, women or maybe couples. When I reproached him on the topic at dinner, he revealed that he was not truthful when he said he'd go along with that. He then admitted, it was 'just pillow talk' on his part in order to arouse me. He said he could never go through with it, because he was only comfortable with me, alone. I was disappointed to hear that, but I knew I couldn't force him into my fantasies. I told him, "That's fine, but I am going to do what I am going to do." When we were finished with dinner around 11, we walked back through Copley Square to the hotel and hubby told me he was tired. He wanted to go to sleep but I wanted to go to the bar! I wanted to enjoy the feeling of eyes and possibly, hands on my body. I was all dressed up, wearing a short, yellow, silk dress with nude, patent leather stilettos. My makeup was impeccable and my hair was blown out. I did not look around much going into the bar but I sat down next to some empty seats and ordered a glass of wine and some ice water. About 10 minutes later, this guy came and sat next to me on my left. I immediately thought he was very suave and sexy. From what I could tell, he had a nice body. He had dark hair, but not a lot of body hair from what I saw, in his rolled up sleeves of a button down shirt. He had a fresh plate of food and a glass of wine brought over. He offered me some food and started a conversation. He was very friendly, charismatic and good looking and I concluded in less than 20 minutes that we'd be fucking. I wanted to fuck him then, but I gave our conversation an additional 40 minutes to make sure no red flags went off. During that time, the conversation turned sexual, which I may have instigated. He told me about some of his adventures and I mentioned some of my preferences. I told him that I like to submit and that I enjoy anal sex. This led to some story swapping and he showed me some pictures of one of his fuck buddy girls. He was cocky but flat out told me that he was unattached, at the hotel for work and loved anonymous sex. That was something I could definitely go along with. Around midnight, he offered me the invitation to go to his room with him. I accepted. I was very aroused, as I had been all day. My panties were already off and my pussy was swollen and wet. We got to his room and we walked in. I noticed he had two beds and only one appeared to have been slept in. I sat on the bed that was made. He said: "Oh, my secretary booked this room for me, I think it was a mistake, that's why there are two beds." I thought "Who uses the title 'secretary' anymore? Aren't they called 'assistants' these days?... Whatever." He claimed to be an Art Programmer from New Orleans but added he used to be in the Military. I honestly thought he booked a room with two beds so he could have one bed to sleep in and one bed to fuck in. Based on our talking, he clearly enjoyed many casual encounters. What I could genuinely say, is that he had a very nice body. I could see his built biceps through his shirt. I commented on his size and we built up even more sexual energy by talking about our physical attributes. He conceded to being 6'4 and 245, after he noticed my 5 inch high heels and I admitted to being only 5'1. He said that he especially likes petite blondes but got even more excited when I also mentioned that I'm very flexible. I took off my shoes and went into his bathroom to wash up and take off my dress. I came out in just a black, lace bra, yellow gold bracelet and earrings. He already had his pants and shirt off, but I liked the sight of him in just his blue boxer briefs. He had some enigmatic tattoos but I didn't ask about them for fear of wasting valuable time. Maybe, I didn't care much, either. I was right about him not being very hairy though. I could see that he was very hard for me and his dick was huge! I don't know how many inches but it was, at least four fingers wide and seven or eight long if I had to estimate. He enjoyed talking about how big his cock was and how he used to think it was small compared to his older brother when he was a kid. Even if that was the case, he was very proud of his unit now and I anticipated enjoying it fully. As he was taking off his shorts to show me his naked body, I sat down on the bed and then he removed my bra and dove right into my pussy. My clit was already hard and sensitive and his mouth's strength matched the rest of his body's fortitude. He stuck a finger in my tight slit while sucking and licking hard for dear life. And then, he stuck a finger in my ass, which I loved! I could have told him to do it softer but it was making me cum and I didn't care if I came all over his (fuck) bed or face. I could feel my hips bucking and I may have squirted but he was still going. Finally I called out, "let me suck your cock" because I wanted to pleasure him back and, I was nearly overstimulated. He was more than happy to oblige. He laid down and guided my head down to his crotch as I crawled between his legs. I opened my mouth wide as I was on my knees and I caressed his balls and stroked his shaft. I took him a little further into my throat with each suck. He ordered me to lick his balls, which I did, and used it as a break for air. But, I also enjoyed being down there because he was shaved so smooth! Since my face and hands were on his pelvic region anyway, and he'd been playing with my ass, I felt compelled to do the same to him. I'd never done that to a guy before, but I looked up at him as I touched his bud with my finger and he didn't stop me. He looked like he was enjoying it and pleased that I did it on my own account. I slowly but firmly probed his ass with the tip of my middle finger while I sucked his balls and stroked his shaft. It was really enjoyable looking up at him and seeing his eyes stare back at mine with a sensational look on his face. The eager gaze on his face started to become very intense. I could tell it was time to change positions, or he might have cum at that very moment. I felt ready to take his cock inside of me, so I pulled myself even closer to him. Having picked up on my cue, he asked, "Do you want me to fuck you now?" And I replied "Oh yes!". He sat up, pulled open the side table drawer and right next to the Holy Bible was a pack of rubbers and a bottle of lube, and I thought '...dude came prepared, he obviously does this a lot!' My pussy was dripping wet at this point so no lube was needed, yet. He then turned me over on my stomach, pulled my legs together and entered my pussy from behind. It was a little painful at first, until my tight cunt accommodated him. He was very careful not to injure me, which I really appreciated. In fact, he was very aware of his size, but also attentive to every moan, whimper or gasp that came out of my mouth. All while he was filling my pussy with himself, he grabbed my arms and held them together, behind me. I could have freed myself easily but it felt so good just to be held down and pleasured! And then, with his free hand, he once again prodded my asshole with his finger. It just made me moan and writhe even harder under his grasp. I felt myself leaking cum and my feet swung up and hit his ass behind him as I made his bed moist with my juices. He reached around my face and stuck his fingers in my mouth to suck and then leaned forward and turned my face towards his. He kissed me while he put in a few more thrusts of his hard-on into my slit. He let my arms free, and then he picked up my hips and started fucking me doggy style. I looked up at him over my shoulder and he smiled as he smacked my ass firmly but not hard enough to leave a mark. I was moaning, smiling and grabbing the corners of the bed sheets around me to secure my grip. Having him finger my ass while he screwed my pussy so good made me beg him to please, please 'fuck my ass'. Then, I remembered, the guy was huge and as soon as I processed the words that came out of my mouth, I felt him get up, open the drawer and gave me a sensation of cool lube mixing with my juices, all in my bottom. He fingered my ass again, with more lube, and started to enter me there. He got a quarter of the way in, but it was painful. I uttered "Not yet, I'm still too tight" as I winced. He immediately pulled out. It had been years since I've had a good ass fucking, and I was never very experienced to begin with, except for playing with my own toys in my own capacity. But luckily, he knew what he was doing and he was really good at it! "Don't worry." He said, and made sure I still wanted it. Not giving up, he then stuck two fingers in my ass with more lube and loosened me up for a good few minutes while I laid there, again stomach down. The massage was heavenly. And to add, I reached my own hand down, underneath myself, and massaged my own clit while he managed to relax my less explored tunnel. He sat back up against the head board and told me "Go in reverse cowgirl.". I got on top of him and faced out on my back. Finally, he could tell when I was relaxed enough, and he slowly, but firmly entered my asshole with his large cock. He fucked my ass slow to start. I easily reached down to rub myself as I watched everything in the mirror opposite the bed and I ordered him to pull my long hair, which he did very compliantly. I loved watching us fuck in the mirror and even though there was such a big height difference, it didn't feel awkward at all. It felt amazing. He let go of my hair and I discovered that having all of him in my ass with my clit being rubbed while I fingered myself was enough to send me over the edge. I came again. It was sometime after 1am and we were about to change positions again but we fell into a tangle when I heard my cell phone ring. I got up to answer it. It was hubby, wondering where I was. I told him "I'm at the bar." But, I wasn't sure if he believed me! He continued, in a sleepy voice "Where are you? You're still at the bar? When are you coming up?" I did my best to pacify him but he sounded suspicious. When I finally ended the call, we got right back to work on our incredible fuck session. He laid me on my back, on the side of the bed, facing the side table and he folded up my legs, Indian style while he re-entered and pounded my pussy some more. He seemed to really enjoy putting my legs in different positions, and the fact that I was so pliable. It didn't hurt that he also had a ton of upper body strength. And, those blue eyes of his, they seemed like intense slivers of light sky as I looked up at his tall frame as he was standing up against me. I glanced at the clock on the night stand and processed it was close to 1:30 am. I had cum a bunch of times, so I was satisfied. I told him "I want you to cum for me." He stayed standing by the side of the bed as I sat up and leaned my body toward his pelvis. He took off the condom and put my mouth to his balls while he stroked his cock. I once again, penetrated his tight hole and fucked him with my finger but went further up and vibrated my wrist against him. He jerked off while I sucked his balls and when he was ready, a minute after, he stuck the head of his cock in my mouth, which I opened wide for him as he came. I wanted him to see how much I enjoyed myself. Then, I immediately got up and re-dressed so I could get back to hubby. He was talking to me as I was leaving but I didn't really take in anything he said. I did however enjoy his kiss, which felt like a hug in my mouth. It was very firm and nice and I told him he tasted like wine and pussy. His dick was still hard for me when I left the room. Finally, about five minutes later, I got back to my room and hubby was like: "So where were you?... Are you sure you were at the bar..." And after all the questioning, I plainly said: "Okay, you got me, I went back to some guy's room and had sex all night... I don't even know his name... he fucked me in the ass...."And he reacted by saying: "That's it. I'm going to sleep. When we get back, we're getting a divorce... and I'm like "okay, that's fine. You can do whatever you want and I will do what I want." I got undressed and washed for bed but I realized I lost an earring. I figured it was probably left in my preceding beau's room. I reckoned it was gone for good. I finally got into the king sized bed and then E said to me: "Did you really do all that or were you really at the bar?" and I answered, "I was at the bar." And he remarked: "Oh, good one! I really thought you might have gone up to someone's room." I was too tired to continue any conversation at that point but then E rolled towards me and started to grope me, like he does when he wants to have sex. It was a good thing it was so dark in the room, so he couldn't see me roll my eyes. All I could think was "My pussy is going to be so sore!" And, it was 2 am, no less. But, despite the fighting and fatigue, I was still worked up and horny. So, I made a decision to put out for peace. I sucked his dick a little, I rode on top of him for a few minutes, and let him cum in my pussy like a good (slutty) wife. He was tired too but it was still nice. I ended up staying awake most of the night. I was very wound up! I couldn't help wonder if I'd run into my cavalier flame again the next night. I was also a little upset about losing my earring. My Trip to Boston Ch. 02 After a long night on Friday, I finally got some much needed sleep Saturday morning, I managed that between a buffet breakfast, an hour at the hotel gym and the time between a wedding we had to attend later that day. I made it clear to E, my husband, that I'd need a lot of time to rest and get ready, alone. Hubby promised he'd go for a big walk by himself the whole morning, especially since I let him fuck me the night before. He had no idea about what really happened with me and the stranger from the bar. I'd never have guessed or planned that Saturday night's events could meet another fantasy of mine since I was so content with our first night at the hotel. I was actually excited for the wedding. It was an hour away from the hotel but I purchased a hot cocktail dress for the occasion a couple of weeks prior, new accessories and once again, stiletto heels. After my nap, I showered, blew out my hair applied my makeup and I was ready to get dressed and go by 2pm. Hubby still had to get ready but all he needed was about 30 or 40 minutes do take care of his 'man stuff'. We left the hotel 2:45 to get to the ceremony at 4. I'd never been very comfortable in churches before, but I had my naughty thoughts to keep me company and get me through the next hour. E seemed very pleased with my appearance but he should have known it was a better idea to skip the ceremony, and go right to the reception site at 6. It was turning out to be a very long day. I tried arguing that point but it was useless. E was a friend of the bride and wanted to go to the ceremony. That was that. I endured it as politely as I could, until it was time to travel to the reception site. We left the church when the ceremony concluded at 5 and arrived for the cocktail hour twenty minutes later. It was scheduled to start at 6, so we sat in the car for a half an hour. The cocktail hour was in a crowded front room of a country club and it was a closed bar. A cheese and fruit platter was brought out at 7 and everyone attacked it at once. I was starving but not enough to fight my way through a line of cranky, hungry sojourners. I don't know when my attitude changed but small talk with the other guests became very awkward when I mused to another couple about hearing someone moaning in the rest room, and not knowing if it was a good moan or not. The people I mentioned it to did not react well. They sipped their colas and walked away from me. I couldn't believe they didn't find the humor in my story. Most people find me to be to be funny. If anything, maybe they should have gone to the bathroom and checked on the moaner. That must have been some good soda in their glasses. Finally at 8, the reception room opened up, and there was a band on stage but they weren't even playing. I asked my husband if we could leave after the toasts but he told me no, even though I was not having a good time, despite sincerely trying. All I could compare the wedding to, was the wonderful mischief I enjoyed the night before. The mischief I had with a stranger I met at our hotel's bar (without my husband's knowledge). I really just wanted to get back to the hotel bar, alone, and rouse up another spontaneous one night stand with a stranger. Maybe even with the same stranger if that was possible. Maybe around a half hour later, at 8:30, three toasts were made, and the band started playing. It was jazz music. I was dumbfounded. Even E admitted how weird the event was turning out to be. No one danced except for the bride and groom and her father. The wait staff served fruit salad with whipped cream in a coffee cup for the first course. The second was a wilted salad. After the third course, some over cooked chicken and potatoes, I told my husband I had to get back to the hotel to take some medicine for a migraine. I'd been in attendance for 6 hours. He finally gave in. We congratulated everyone and left at 10. E drove back to the hotel and I took him straight up to the room. I was relieved to see him undress and get into bed as I freshened up in the bathroom. I grabbed my phone, lip gloss and room key and told him I'd be at the bar. On the elevator ride down, I was joined by a lovely blonde woman. She was 5'5, attractive and thin but muscular. Maybe in her early 30's. She smiled at me, with a red pout and I think she noticed me checking out her perky, C-cup tits. But I got off on the second floor and she went further down to the lobby. Although it was a Saturday night, she was dressed like she was there on business. She wore a low cut, sleeveless white button down shirt, tucked into tan dress slacks with gold leather pumps and a matching thin belt. Perhaps there was a convention, a sexy convention. Once I got out of the elevator, I headed into the bar near the same spot as I sat in on Friday night. But on my way to the seat, I noticed my lover from then was sitting nearby. He was having a conversation with a 40 something, brunette, woman. I didn't want to interrupt but I did not think it was a sexual pursuit and I was hoping he'd fuck me again. I just touched his arm and said 'hi'. He looked very pleased to see me. He smiled coyly and said: "Hi. I'm glad to see you and I have something of yours." "I thought that was lost!" I replied, as I instinctively touched my finger to my naked earlobe. He said, "It sure isn't and I can give it back to you, it's in my room.". The woman next to him smiled at me and I said hi to her. I then went to explain our connection and apologize for interrupting. I said: "I'm so sorry for interrupting. He and I had a meeting the other night, and I lost my earring. I thought it was gone for good." She smiled again and said "Oh, I see, it's not a problem". I was slightly embarrassed so I excused myself over to my seat and told them I was going to go and order a drink. But before I could walk away, he touched my arm and said "I'm going to finish this conversation and then I'd like to come join you". I blushed and said "okay" and I went to sit on my seat at the bar. It was time for some wine so I ordered a glass of Pinot Noir from the bartender. Unbelievably, I was carded. I was surprised because I've been over 21 for quite some time but, I didn't feel like arguing. The situation was awkward enough so I just decided to take the compliment, run up to the room and grab my wallet, hopefully without disturbing E. And so I was off. I told my paramour I'd be back in a few. I pressed the 'up' elevator button and stepped inside the doors practically before they were fully open. I pushed the button to my floor and checked out my reflection in the mirrored ceiling after the doors closed. I still looked great. My hair was flat-ironed straight, so I didn't need to worry about it getting frizzy, even if there was humidity. My make up was still in tact and my dress hugged my curves in all the right places. Thanks to my devotion at the gym, I was able to wear the dress confidently without any supportive item to suck me in. My hour glass shaped figure was perfectly toned. My DD tits looked great in my nude satin bra, and I had on a pair of sheer, black g-string underwear that showed the outline of my pussy lips through them. My pink lip gloss was still fresh. The elevator reached my floor and I briskly walked out of it, and down the hall to my room. I opened the door with my key and I saw E in bed, drifting off to sleep with the TV on. He woke slightly and asked if everything was okay. I told him that I'd just gotten carded. He said "Oh, that's funny" and started to doze off again. As I grabbed my wallet, I told him I wouldn't be out as late tonight. I was kind of tired too, so if my potential re-hook up wasn't still at the bar, I'd have just had the one drink and come back to the room for an early night. We were leaving the next day anyhow and I knew I'd have to drive some of the way. I closed the room door gently and headed out to the elevator again. I pushed the 'down' button and the doors opened after a couple of minutes. Inside, once again, I see the blonde from earlier alone in the elevator. She looked happily surprised to see me again. I noticed she was holding a small poster of some sort that was inside of a clear bag. I asked her if she was here for work. She smiled sexily and said: "Yes, I've been in town promoting a movie and I'm finally done for the night. I was just bringing this to a colleague but I suppose it could wait.". I replied "I see. It's probably a good time for a drink, then." That was bold of me, I thought, but I went on to say: "I'm Ana, I'm meeting up with a friend at the bar if you'd like to join us." She held out her hand and said "I'm Stacy. Thanks, I'd like to join you for a bit.". I shook her hand and noticed her long, manicured fingers and short nails, like mine. I like to keep my nails short because it's cleaner that way. And I like women with short nails so they don't scratch my pussy when they fuck me. I got a lot of attentive looks walking by myself, and with my husband earlier, but I'm sure I glowed as I walked out with Stacy on the second floor towards the bar. I felt all eyes on me and her as we walked in. I saw my hook up was still there, and I pointed him out to her, he was still in his seat but the other woman was gone. So I walked past him and dragged the tip of my finger lightly along his lower back. I sat on the bar stool to the left of him and he immediately got up to offer Stacy his seat. This made it easier for both of us to turn around and face him. She was clearly impressed with my taste in a man because she smiled at me then whispered in my ear "I think you're both very hot!" He smiled watching this and I bet he was dying to know what she said. "This is Stacy" I said to him. "Stacy, this is my friend I told you about". "Now, we can all have some fun together." He added. They shook hands and he kissed me on the cheek. His hand grazed the inside of my thigh. It almost made my legs uncross. My panties became a little wet when I saw Stacy watching attentively, approvingly. I could tell she was warming up to him quickly. I caught our suitor glancing up at the bartender and he ordered 3 glasses of red and some food to go. He said "I hope it's not too presumptuous but I'd like to take everything to my room, including you both, if you don't mind joining me for a picnic there". Both Stacy and I just smiled and nodded. She was blushing a bit. "Good then! I'll settle up the tab." he signaled to the bartender and we started sipping on our wine as soon as our glasses came. We all made small conversation until the food was wrapped up. He commented to Stacy "Sweet poster", and she filled him in on why she had it. I didn't speak too much. I was mostly focused on all the sexual energy between the three of us. I could see Stacy's nipples were hard and poking through her bra and white blouse. Our guy took his wrapped up food from the server, signed the check and we each carried our wine out of the bar and into the elevator together. The ride up was quiet and steady. None of us wanted to spill any wine. During the ride, I glanced at my phone and noticed the time. It was only 11:30 and I knew I had some time before E would wake, and call looking for me. The doors opened on the 7th floor, which, ironically, I had no recollection of from the night before but took note this time just in case I lost something else in his room. We got to room number 732 and he managed to open the door, even while holding his food and wine glass. He held it open for me and Stacy and we walked in together as he followed and placed his things down. Stacy and I immediately started kissing. I was as tall as her in my heels but I quickly took those off and placed them next to the desk chair. While I did that, she unbuttoned her shirt to reveal a cream colored lace bra. There was no underwire, her tits were firm and perky and her nipples were quarter size, juicy nubs that hardened in my hands. While I felt her up and removed her bra, he unzipped my dress and unhooked mine. All of our clothes were starting to pile on his chair. He and Stacy removed their own underwear. He had on black boxer briefs and she had a matching thong to her bra. I sat down on the bed while I watched them disrobe themselves. All three of us were shaved clean. Stacy got down on her knees and put his dick in her mouth. She was surprised at the size of it but if she couldn't take it all, then he knew I could. I enjoyed watching her try as I removed my panties and started rubbing myself. "Oh no you don't!" he said, catching me masturbating. "Let her take care of that while you suck my dick" he added. I signaled for them to come over. Stacy positioned herself in between my legs while he straddled my face on the bed. It was incredible having his big cock fucking my mouth while her mouth was fucking my already wet, sweet cunt. She spread my outer lips with her fingers and licked my labia and clit a little harder each stroke. Our guy looked down at her, over his shoulder, while I gave my jaw a break and I used my hand to stroke him. He directed: "Lick her asshole, she loves that!" Stacy spread my ass cheeks wider and lowered her head a bit more. I felt her tongue flick across my velvety hole and then I felt my own cum drip down to meet her mouth. "Now, suck my balls because I'm going to fuck you soon." he said to me. I complied as he jerked himself off and he grabbed my hand to probe his ass while I sucked his sack. I also felt my first orgasm coming on as Stacy licked my pussy and ass flesh intermittently. They knew when I was cumming because my eyes rolled back, my body trembled and I moaned, loud and uncontrollably. My legs tensed and my toes curled. "Good girl" I heard them say as they got up with the intent to pleasure me more. Then, I heard the side table open and I knew our gent was putting on a condom. The thought of it made me even more wet as I smiled at Stacy and turned to go down on her. I sucked her right breast on my way down her stomach and then he picked up my hips as I got down to her smooth, bald crotch. Her pussy was neat and pink and very wet for me. I could see her clit was rather hidden but in two or three licks, it started to make an appearance. In that time, he had fingered my pussy and started to penetrate me with his cock. "Ahhh" I moaned out through my muff filled mouth and I stuck my finger in her slit as I flicked and darted my tongue around and on her button. "Oh yeah... You like that?" He asked, while he fucked me and slapped my ass a couple of times. "Mmmmm" was all I could muster up while I was sandwiched between my two lovers. "I know you like this" he said as he stuck his thumb in my ass while he continued to pound my pussy with his entirety. I looked up at Stacy and her eyes started to roll back as her first orgasm came on and she shot some of her cum in my mouth. I told her "Don't hold back, cum hard for me!" As I turned my wrist, stuck my two front fingers in her pussy and penetrated the rim of her ass with the tip of my thumb, which was already moistened from my juices and hers. I was now fucking her hard with my hand as I shot my own cum all over him. He seemed pleased because he started smacking my ass more and more through his groans. I glanced under and I could see my cum dripping down his legs. We all came together and landed in a pile on the bed. My pussy was quivering as he pulled out of me, and so was Stacy's. She just laid there, for a minute, playing with her juices in amazement. She then rolled on top of me and kissed me while he went into the bathroom to dispose of the semen filled rubber. My two time lover came out of the bathroom and handed me my earring. I thanked him and looked at the clock. It was a quarter after midnight. I really didn't want to make E suspicious again, so I told my company I was sorry but I had to leave. Stacy looked a little upset hearing this but then I got on top of her, I kissed her and whispered in her ear "let him fuck you in the ass, he's really good at it and he won't hurt you. I promise.". She smiled in surprise and once again, he looked as though he was dying to know what I said. I didn't divulge, I just re-dressed quickly and put on my heels. He came up to me and held me close. He kissed my mouth and thanked me for the wonderful surprise. He then slapped my ass as I grabbed his. He showed me out the door and watched me walk down the hall to the elevator. His cock was still hard and he waved good bye as I looked over my shoulder. I wonder if Stacy left her poster in his room that night...