The last line above should have read, ". . .go back to my room and jack off." Spell check and auto fill, I'm afraid.
After I said that she said nothing, and I left. this morning at breakfast she walked into the restaurant as I was reading the paper and having coffee. She was dressed very conservatively and looked VERY good fully dressed. I saw her and smiled, and as she walked she slowed down, and said, "Have a good night?"
I said, "I did. How about you?" She looked at the empty chair at the table and said, "Mya I?" I immediately stood and simultaneously said, "Of course. Absolutely." while pulling the chair out for her. As she sat down she leaned toward me and said, "I had a frustrating night. I kept having mental images and it was your fault."
"Did you?", I replied.
"Mmmm. I did. Can I give you a compliment? Your trunks last night really showed you off nicely."
I kind of laughed and said, "Well how about that: I'm not the only one who likes to be a little forward! So was your frustrating night because of my comment or my suit?"
"Oh, I think it was because of my own imagination and your comment just got it going. The suit didn't hurt though."
The waitress came by and I told her we weren't quite ready yet, and when she left I said, "So back to your frustrating night. Was it because I said I liked looking at your tits and pussy?"
She lowered her voice, leaned in to me and said, "No it was because your nice round balls were at my eye level and I wanted to reach up and hold them, and I didn't. And then I thought about you back in your room."
I didn't think there was much point in NOT asking, so I said, "Look, I don't know how much time you've got, but rather than dance around the subject, if can get the morning free, I'd like to fuck you. Do you want to just talk about it, to do you want to get fucked?"
It turns out, she wanted to get fucked!
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