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In Room 1171 of the Garden City Hotel, EJ Rascher washed and undressed. He made sure that clean towels were laid out for Bobbi Sanborne, and a light was on in the bathroom, although he was confident that she was just a tease, and wasn't coming. However, before climbing into bed, he did leave the door unlocked.

To his great surprise, less than ten minutes after he got in bed, EJ heard the door open. He could see her outline against the hallway lighting. It was definitely Bobbi. Quietly she went into the bathroom. Eliot heard the toilet flush and the water running; and a few minutes later she came out, leaving the bathroom light on.

There was enough light to see that she was topless, and apparently wearing a white garter belt. However, it was too dark to see if she indeed had gotten a wax.

Bobbi Sanbourne slid into bed. "I hope I didn't wake you." She snuggled against him. "Bob, I promised you a look at my garter belt and my new wax, but perhaps we can skip that." Her hand went below the blankets. "Oh Mr. Smith, apparently you were anticipating seeing my garter belt. You're already excited."

"A garter belt without panties would excite any man," he laughed. He reached over and kissed her. It wasn't a kiss on the cheek like on the dance floor. Their tongues quickly engaged.

What excited her was what she was holding. Her hand was exploring Eliot's cock. Brandon wasn't her only one; only her most recent. She went through a brief period when she had a series of one-night stands; perhaps twenty or thirty over a two-year period. Some were satisfactory; some not. Some she couldn't or didn't care to remember; not even their names. Others, she wished she had, even the next morning.

But she'd never held anything as big as Eliot Rascher's cock. "Well, Mr. Smith, you certainly have something I'd like to become more familiar with. Would you like to see my garter belt as promised or perhaps you'd like to get to the main course, my bare pussy?"

"You do make it difficult to decide. Why don't I start with these? His hand went to her breasts. His eyes were now accustomed to the dark. "Bobbi, your breasts are beautiful." He started kissing them.

"Bob, they may have been breasts in your high school Biology class, but in bed I have a tits. I like it when the man I'm with says, ‘Bobbi, you have the most beautiful titties.' She rolled on top of him; those tits almost in his face. "Bob, do I have beautiful tits?"

"Even with only the bathroom light on, I can see they're gorgeous." His mouth was all over them. "Why a man would cheat on a woman when he's getting these," he murmured as his tongue and lips played with one nipple then the other for the longest time.

"Thank you, Bob, but like I said, I was so looking forward to getting laid. Fuck me." Bobbi rolled off him and on to her back.

Eliot Rascher learned his lessons well. "Not yet," he looked her in the eyes, "I know you said you're not a virgin, and I don't know how much experience you've had, but what I've learned is that the gentlemanly thing to do before you fuck a girl, is to eat her pussy."

"Ummmmm, I-I-ummmmm, we, I mean Brandon and I never got that far; never even talked about it. I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"If not now, when? A freshly waxed pussy sounds like it's just begging to be eaten." Eliot when down on her. "Bob, be gentle."

Of course, Bobbi didn't have a black pussy, which EJ had a special affinity for, but she did have a pussy. As he found out over the next few minutes, the tastiest pussy ever. In those next few minutes, his cock was throbbing. "You're so sweet," he mumbled.

As for Bobbi, those next few minutes brought her feelings that she'd never had before. No, she didn't have an orgasm, but nothing ever felt as good as EJ's tongue. So soft, so gentle, so good. She squirmed. "Oh,

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