I meet you and Rick in the bar of the hotel we've booked into, you two having booked into a room and me, on my own, in another. You look stunning, even in jeans and a top. I struggle to take my eyes off you as you introduce me to the guy you've brought, and I shake his hand. No matter how good a guy the person is, they always squeeze overly hard when we shake hands. When I'm out with a girl this usually happens all night...

Since I caught your eye, you've found it hard to keep from staring across at me. A masquerade ball on a boat is definitely hot, even without the man in the suit with his eyes confidently on you, and after a hour on the water and a few drinks, what your friends have to say is becoming much less entertaining than someone showing their interest in you like that - looking across the boat that way, past the people he's drinkin...

The sun is beaming down in the late Barcelona afternoon and I decide to leave the hotel poolside and go back to our room to see what you're up to. I have a fair idea though, and I'm proved right as I find you with your legs spread wide open, working yourself to orgasm with your toy. You feel it becoming a little harder to climax now that I'm in the room, but I don't say anything. Instead I climb behind you and let you in...

I'm already there waiting for you when we meet in our hotel lobby, and I can tell how nervous you are, but I'm quite laid back and my smile relaxes you a little. I've booked us into the room already and we go to the bar for a drink, so we can meet properly. You sip your brandy, almost shaking as I sit across from you dressed in a suit. I find it difficult to keep my eyes off your cleavage, shown off by that tight top you'...