Morning in Newark
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| + | The early morning sunlight blazes in through the uncovered windows of your hotelroom, leaving you blinded as you grope for the alarm on your phone. You finally shut it off and collapse back on your pillows, listening to the water run in the shower. | ||
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| + | With a snap, the bathroom door swings open; you step out of the steamy room, wearing a plush towel. | ||
| + | "Breakfast in fifteen?" Philip asks, looking over from the room's only desk. You grumble a yes and make for your suitcase. Flipping through the black duffel with increasing urgency, you curse softly. He glances up at you and you shrug. | ||
| + | "No clean underwear." He stares at you blankly, clearly uncomprehending. Suddenly, his eyes dilate slightly, and he seems to shake himself mentally. | ||
| + | "You don't mean..." You give an embarrassed grin and strip away your towel, skin glowing from the heat of the shower. He groans and follows suit, carefully folding his jeans back into his suitcase. | ||
| + | "Happy?" he asks? | ||
| + | You give his body a once-over, approvingly noticing fit, but not over-large muscles, well trimmed hair, and a vigorously attentive cock. | ||
| + | "Oh, yes." you say. "I might even want room service." | ||
| + | He gives a long suffering groan and, with mighty effort, goes back to his reading. | ||
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Current revision as of 09:26, 20 August 2015
The early morning sunlight blazes in through the uncovered windows of your hotelroom, leaving you blinded as you grope for the alarm on your phone. You finally shut it off and collapse back on your pillows, listening to the water run in the shower.
With a snap, the bathroom door swings open; you step out of the steamy room, wearing a plush towel. "Breakfast in fifteen?" Philip asks, looking over from the room's only desk. You grumble a yes and make for your suitcase. Flipping through the black duffel with increasing urgency, you curse softly. He glances up at you and you shrug. "No clean underwear." He stares at you blankly, clearly uncomprehending. Suddenly, his eyes dilate slightly, and he seems to shake himself mentally. "You don't mean..." You give an embarrassed grin and strip away your towel, skin glowing from the heat of the shower. He groans and follows suit, carefully folding his jeans back into his suitcase. "Happy?" he asks? You give his body a once-over, approvingly noticing fit, but not over-large muscles, well trimmed hair, and a vigorously attentive cock. "Oh, yes." you say. "I might even want room service." He gives a long suffering groan and, with mighty effort, goes back to his reading.
