There was a knock at the door.

Oh my God, this is really happening, I thought. I rushed over and peeked through the hole, and there she was, through the fisheye lense, smiling her wry smile and waiting. She knew I was looking at her of course - she always knew when eyes were on her. I could see everything in great detail. She wore a pin striped grey business jacket, pencil skirt, and black high heeled Manolo Blahnik pointy toe black pumps. Her Tumi carry-on luggage case was upright beside her, with her classic Birkin bag hooked around the extended handle. I stepped back and took a deep breath, pulled the door open, and presented myself, right hand flourishing above my head, one foot in the air pointing behind me. Ta da!

Her smile melted into a look of surprise, and she straightened after a moment of shock. Then something else, a look of something like... hunger, passed over her face, and she parted her lips in awe. I wavered as she took her time looking me up and down, and a smile came back to her mouth.

She lunged forward and crushed her lips into mine, pushing me back against the wall next to the door, as I still tried to keep a hold on the door handle.

I closed my eyes and let the scent of her wash over me. Jessica slipped her tasty wet tongue past my lips and our mouths met in a hot rush. She brushed her hands down my sides, smoothing my nightie against my skin, sliding past my waist and around my hips, settling around my butt cheeks, gripping, pulling me close to her. She dove her tongue into my mouth again, and our teeth met, lips pressing, causing my head to grind against the wall. My heart leaped, and I felt suddenly dizzy, my knees about to collapse. I let out a little whimper...

Extracted from The Layover by vespa69 on Literotica.com

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Oh my God, this is really happening, I thought. I rushed over and peeked through the hole, and there she was, through the fisheye lense, smiling her wry smile and waiting. She knew I was looking at her of course - she..'