Staying Out Of Trouble

Standing outside the hotel door, key poised in the lock, I take a deep breath, releasing some of the tension.

I met him a few years ago online - him, manly and worldly and me, well, being me - lets just say two types that don't normally mix. Shaking my head, I still can't believe I'm standing here. Pressing my palm against the door, I take another deep breath, my breasts rising and falling rapidly. 'Now all I have to do is open it,' I whisper to myself, looking down at the key in my palm. Leaning against the doorframe, I take another deep breath, my nose twitching as I detect a hint of cologne... mmmmm... well at least he smells good. Breathing in again, my nipples tightening in some sort of primal female response, I let him fill my mind - Another challenge, can I do it?

Squaring my shoulders, and facing the door head on, my breasts thrust high; I reach out and open the door. Expecting to find him waiting on the other side, my shoulders droop when all I find is an envelope and a single long-stem white rose. Dropping my small carrying case on the floor, I walk over to the satin pillow the envelope is sitting on, with 'Amy' written neatly on the front. Opening it, I find a message, "You've come this far, its up to you to go farther. You can either spend the night here, uninterrupted, or continue on your journey, finding me at the end. Your next challenge is waiting for you in the box on the dresser - hint, white signifies purity."

Curiously opening the box, I giggle as I pull out a pair of pure white cotton panties. Knowing his fetish for underwear, I can't believe that he actually picked these out. On a small pin attached was a note... "Wear me - I'll bring you pleasure." Fingering the crotch, I notice a slightly raised patch, hmmmm... I guess there's a flaw in the material. Shrugging my shoulders, I reach up under my skirt, and pull my lacy pink thong off - another one of his previous challenges.

Gingerly stepping into them, I slide the soft material up my legs. Noticing myself in the mirror - my face lit with excitement, my creamy legs exposed all the way up to the reddish blonde curls catching the light from the open window of my virgin pussy - I can't help but watch. The panties trapped around my thighs, I reach down, running my fingertips through my curls, lightly fluffing them, then tugging my panties up over my hips, they settle over me, fitting like a glove.

From his hidden position on the other side of the slightly ajar adjoining room door, he silently chuckles as he watches her touching herself. He grins, thinking about how sexy she is. At 23, her body young and curvy, soft, rubenesque in the old-world fashion, and every ounce feminine. Not a dazzling beauty, her appearance was a classic one, but her smile, her smile was one that could capture a soul. Watching her give her curls another pat, he smirks thinking of how hard it was for her to keep her fingers out of there... but he'll have something to keep them occupied with tonight.

Reading the rest of the note, "don't forget your cell phone - then go downstairs and catch the 22 train to the mall," I grab my purse and head out the door. Locking the hotel door behind me, I glance up as a rather dashing young man exits the room next to mine, flashing me a devilish grin as he passes me, headed towards the elevators. Hurrying to catch the elevator, I drop my purse on the floor - my cell phone falling out in the process. Our hands brush as we both reach for it at the same time, and startled, I look up into his waiting eyes, a kind, and yet somewhat mischievous gleam in them. Whispering a quick thanks, he hands it over with a wink, and holds the door to the elevator open, as I squish all the way into the back, he taking a spot near the front.
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