Koopah

When we were dropped off at the hotel, the Flamingo, I asked the mayor if he knew her name.

“Sorry, son. Can’t remember. But I think the lawyer might. You could ask him tomorrow.”

I said, “I love a hotel bed. So soft and comfy. And the better the bed, the better the hotel, in my opinion.”

She looked up from the mini-fridge and smiled at me. I beckoned her over, and when she sat down, kissed her. “I love you, Maraadah. I know you can’t understand that, but I just had to say it. I can only hope you love me, too.”

Instead of answering, she felt the bed sheets and laid back, probably to feel the comfort. The position of her body was unconsciously sexy, and I ran a hand along the leg closest to me. She smiled and held her arms out. We then made passionate, loud love. She had enough energy that we could do it at least four times. I didn’t teach her anything new that night.

The front desk’s wake-up call did its job at around nine the next morning. I did a channel scan on the television to see if there was something on that could teach her English--PBS Kids, Nick Jr., something like that--and found Sesame Street. Granted, an hour-long show wasn’t enough considering we had an appointment in two, but every little bit counted to me.

I signed for her to stay in the room and watch the TV, then took a quick shower. When I came out, towel around my waist, the mayor was at the door with the clothes: a dress and heels for her, and a suit and shoes for me, along with undergarments. After telling us that we could go when we were ready, he left, and I started to get dressed, then wondered if she knew about showers. She had probably bathed in the ocean, but with the time limit, a shower would have to do.

I shut off the TV, cutting Elmo off midsentence, and led her to the bathroom. She thought we were going to make love, and while I would’ve loved to, we were in a hurry. I got in with her, demonstrating on her what to do at later times: I washed and rinsed her hair and scrubbed her body, soaping every inch, wanting her squeaky clean for the meeting.

When we were done, I dried her off and helped her dress (the mayor did seem to get her size right, and mine), then dressed myself. Looking her over, I thought she looked so good. I checked on the time: five after ten. I decided a little snack wouldn’t hurt, then pulled the hem of her dress up to her stomach, and then slipped her panties off, sitting her on the bed. She just smiled and spread herself for me, and I kneeled in front of her, kissing the insides of her thighs. Soon her scent was invading my nose, and I couldn’t take it; I dove into her pussy, licking and sucking the lips, loving how she tasted.

Then I nibbled and sucked on her clit, sliding two fingers into her sex. The sweet slurping noises her pussy made were like music to me, and as I dug my fingers in knuckle-deep and lightly pulled at her nub with my teeth, she gushed. I had forgotten about her squirting, and pulled back, not wanting to get the suit wet. I was safe there, but my hand was covered in girlcum.

I licked some of it off, then offered her the rest. She took my hand and sucked my wet fingers, giving soft moans as she tasted herself for the second time. I checked the clock again: I had eaten her for almost ten minutes. I put her underwear back on, gave her a deep kiss, and after checking my face for juices and wiping them off, I led her down to the lobby.When we were dropped off at the hotel, the Flamingo, I asked the mayor if he knew her name.

“Sorry, son. Can’t remember. But I think

the lawyer might. You could ask him tomorrow.”



I nodded and went into the lobby, Maraadah behind me. We were put in a suite on the top floor, and as I sat on the bed, she looked around, examining everything from the lights to the television.



I said, “I love a hotel bed. So soft and comfy. And the better the bed, the better the hotel, in my opinion.”



She looked up from the mini-fridge and smiled at me. I beckoned her over, and when she sat down, kissed her. “I love you, Maraadah. I know you can’t understand that, but I just had to say it. I can only hope you love me, too.”



Instead of answering, she felt the bed sheets and laid back, probably to feel the comfort. The position of her body was unconsciously sexy, and I ran a hand along the leg closest to me. She smiled and held her arms out. We then made passionate, loud love. She had enough energy that we could do it at least four times. I didn’t teach her anything new that night.



The front desk’s wake-up call did its job at around nine the next morning. I did a channel scan on the television to see if there was something on that could teach her English--PBS Kids, Nick Jr., something like that--and found Sesame Street. Granted, an hour-long show wasn’t enough considering we had an appointment in two, but every little bit counted to me.



I signed for her to stay in the room and watch the TV, then took a quick shower. When I came out, towel around my waist, the mayor was at the door with the clothes: a dress and heels for her, and a suit and shoes for me, along with undergarments. After telling us that we could go when we were ready, he left, and I started to get dressed, then wondered if she knew about showers. She had probably bathed in the ocean, but with the time limit, a shower would have to do.



I shut off the TV, cutting Elmo off midsentence, and led her to the bathroom. She thought we were going to make love, and while I would’ve loved to, we were in a hurry. I got in with her, demonstrating on her what to do at later times: I washed and rinsed her hair and scrubbed her body, soaping every inch, wanting her squeaky clean for the meeting.



When we were done, I dried her off and helped her dress (the mayor did seem to get her size right, and mine), then dressed myself. Looking her over, I thought she looked so good. I checked on the time: five after ten. I decided a little snack wouldn’t hurt, then pulled the hem of her dress up to her stomach, and then slipped her panties off, sitting her on the bed. She just smiled and spread herself for me, and I kneeled in front of her, kissing the insides of her thighs. Soon her scent was invading my nose, and I couldn’t take it; I dove into her pussy, licking and sucking the lips, loving how she tasted.



Then I nibbled and sucked on her clit, sliding two fingers into her sex. The sweet slurping noises her pussy made were like music to me, and as I dug my fingers in knuckle-deep and lightly pulled at her nub with my teeth, she gushed. I had forgotten about her squirting, and pulled back, not wanting to get the suit wet. I was safe there, but my hand was covered in girlcum.



I licked some of it off, then offered her the rest. She took my hand and sucked my wet fingers, giving soft moans as she tasted herself for the second time. I checked the clock again: I had eaten her for almost ten minutes. I put her underwear back on, gave her a deep kiss, and after checking my face for juices and wiping them off, I led her down to the lobby.