United 5491/Breakfast
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You sleepily step out of the elevator and into the distinguished, well-decorated breakfast room of the Airport Hotel. No. You wish you did, though. What you actually get is a couple of tables with bagels on them in a room with one working lightbulb. But hey, a man's gotta eat. | You sleepily step out of the elevator and into the distinguished, well-decorated breakfast room of the Airport Hotel. No. You wish you did, though. What you actually get is a couple of tables with bagels on them in a room with one working lightbulb. But hey, a man's gotta eat. | ||
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The second one is older, maybe thirty, in a provocative top that shows plenty of cleavage. Though you try to avoid staring, you clearly see her nipples trying to burst out of the top's fabric. | The second one is older, maybe thirty, in a provocative top that shows plenty of cleavage. Though you try to avoid staring, you clearly see her nipples trying to burst out of the top's fabric. | ||
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| + | The third one is facing away from you, but you can see she's wearing a red T-shirt and jeans that give you a good look at her ass. She's sitting alone, staring out a window up at the control tower in the distance. | ||
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| + | Your staring is holding up the line. You drum up the courage to go sit with the object of your affection. | ||
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| + | '''You sit with...''' | ||
| + | * [[United 5491/BreakfastWithGirlOne|the girl with the lemon-yellow sweater.]] | ||
| + | * [[United 5491/BreakfastWithGirlTwo|the MILF with no bra.]] | ||
| + | * [[United 5491/BreakfastWithGirlThree|the lonely girl in the red T-shirt.]] | ||
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Current revision as of 19:54, 18 November 2017
7:30 AM PST
You sleepily step out of the elevator and into the distinguished, well-decorated breakfast room of the Airport Hotel. No. You wish you did, though. What you actually get is a couple of tables with bagels on them in a room with one working lightbulb. But hey, a man's gotta eat.
Looking around, you see that the tables are arranged in rows. At this hour, they're almost empty, but a few tables catch your eye. Well, not the tables per se, but the women sitting at them. You look at them one by one, sizing them up. Maybe you can make the most of the next ten hours...
The first woman you see is sitting the far corner of the room, far away from the bagels. From where you're standing you can see that she's young. Eighteen to twenty-three, you think. You can also see the bulges of massive tits under her lemon-yellow sweater, flanked by her dark hair flowing over them like a waterfall.
The second one is older, maybe thirty, in a provocative top that shows plenty of cleavage. Though you try to avoid staring, you clearly see her nipples trying to burst out of the top's fabric.
The third one is facing away from you, but you can see she's wearing a red T-shirt and jeans that give you a good look at her ass. She's sitting alone, staring out a window up at the control tower in the distance.
7:31 AM PST
Your staring is holding up the line. You drum up the courage to go sit with the object of your affection.
You sit with...
