Well this was what she had thought she wanted, lying there on her back, dressed in Basque, crotchless knickers, stockings and fuck me shoes. It had started with a stray hand, running down her back and when no opposition was given the hand moved to her thigh, stroking the outside to her knee and then slowly back up, this time inside her thigh and brushing against the opening in her knickers. Another hand on the opposite si...

“I’m here, in the car park” the text said. “Room 335” was the reply received. “Shall we meet in the bar for a drink, just to calm nerves” he texted. “Room 335 NOW” was the response. A wave of intense nerves caught him by surprise, however two minutes later he was knocking on the door of room 335, the door was opened from the inside and he forced himself to walk in. Inside dressed casually was the couple he had met briefly...