Arabian Heat, part 2
He said panting: “I can never forget that sight in the window, when your big breasts were pressed against it.”
I went to check the window to see if I could see him. The curtains were drawn, so I assumed he had left. Should I go and check the lobby to see if he was there? I put on my hold-ups, pulled a mini skirt over the bodysuit, and threw on my top, coat and boots. I took the room key and headed down. I looked around the lobby for a moment, and there was nobody around. I gave a disappointed sigh. It was probably unlikely that he...