Someone was bound to hear. We had to get away.
And even though his dirty talk sounded silly, I was very wet. I was ready to be f****d and f****d hard, as he said.
“Meet me in room 405,” I said. I slipped the keycard in his pocket. “I’ll be up in five minutes.”
The song ended. I thanked him, and we walked away from each other. I found someone I knew and didn’t care about—pretty much everyone there—and I had a quick chat.
Then I went to the bathroom. I went into a stall and closed the door. Oh my god. My v****a was pulsating. I was going to come before I got upstairs to Greg. Maybe I should masturbate before I went up to the suite, so I wouldn’t come too soon. So it would last longer.
No. I wasn’t having s*x in a hotel bathroom, even if it was only with myself.
I would have s*x upstair
