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You just laugh slightly and smile.We lay close together for a few moments. My arm resting across your leg, my hand softly caressing your cock but not being too teasing about it. Your arm wrapped around my shoulder and my head resting on your arm. I'm very comfortable except that I still really have the urge to get up and pee. I mention this to you and the only response is that I didn't go that long ago and that I could hold it just a little longer. You really didn't want to let the moment end.Suddenly I move my arm just a bit and by accident I press my elbow softly into a spot just above your cock. You jump a bit and I feel your tummy tense. I ask what is wrong and you just mention that I'm not the only one that needs to go but that you don't have to so urgently. I smile and apologize for it and rest my head back on your arm. I begin to drift off a bit as I find myself comfortable but then I feel you start to squirm a bit and I stir again. It's definitely been a lazy day and a much. I wondered how she knew my name, and then guessed she’d remembered it from the credit card. ‘Oh, call me Linnea, please,’ I said. ‘Ms. Richwell sounds so formal.’ She shrugged. ‘Linnea. You’ve got your room key, right?’ I did, happily. ‘Will you come up with me?’ I asked, very much wanting her to, as I climbed out of the car. ‘No, I should be getting home,’ Jenny replied, but she got out too and locked the doors. The lobby was locked for the evening, and I dropped the keycard trying to run it through the reader. Jenny fetched it and opened the door for me. The night clerk looked at us closely, but went back to his reading after Jenny waved the card at him. I stared at her in the elevator, remembering the glimpse of her thighs I’d gotten earlier, and wanting more. I edged closer to her, inviting a touch or a kiss, but got nothing. We walked down the hall to the room and I stepped aside so Jenny could open the door. ‘Okay, you’re all set, Linnea,’ she told me, holding out the keycard..
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