International Cooperation - Part 1
Kate Caught off Guard...
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I fall asleep facing the empty bed across from me, and wake up to the same sight. I turn over and let out a yawn, rubbing my tired eyes. It takes me a second to realize I’m completely naked, with a dried up pool of cum under my pussy.
Right… Last night. I grin goofily, swinging my legs over the bed and quickly call room service for them to switch my sheets. Maybe I’ll get the same maid as last time, I think, a pleasurable tingle spreading through my body.
But in the meantime I step into the shower and turn it up to the hottest setting, letting my body warm up to the relaxing jets of water. I soap myself up, in between my titties and along my hips, enjoying the feeling of fingers on skin. Would be nice if there was someone else in here too. But that can wait.
I reach down and cup any remaining cum from my pussy, letting the hot water soak it away. Then I gently massage my pussy with my fingers, spreading open the lips. My hips arch forward slightly as I curl my fingers into my pussy, pressing against those sensitive nerve endings, filling myself with soapy water. My knees nearly buck under me as I push deeper, hooking my thumb up and rubbing sensual small circles against my clit. Pleasure sears through me and a moan escapes my lips. I feel a small orgasm build inside of me, and I continue teasing it, letting it grow with slow languid movements as I play with myself just the way I know I like it. Soon the rhythm quickens and I know I’m reaching the edge. I grip the top edge of the glass shower door, my knuckles turning white as I tighten around it and my body shakes, then goes still, and I spill all over my fingers, squirting out cum that stains my thighs and is quickly washed away by the hot water. The evidence disappears into the drain in a swirl and I let out a ragged sigh, standing myself up and pumping some shampoo into my hands.
That was just the warm-up.
By the time I’m out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my chest, my sheets are clean and smell absolutely wonderful. A note sits on the bed, and the words are in cursive and in french and I wish I knew what they meant, but with the little red heart dotted on the end I suspect it must be from that maid. A smile spreads across my lips. Well, there will be plenty of opportunities for more of that… I drop onto the sheets and burrito myself into the blanket, drinking in the scent. There must be some sort of Olympic Village scent that they use for these things, because the aroma envelopes you, and I nearly fall asleep right there, tangled up in the sheets.
But one look at my watch tells me I might just miss breakfast, which is unacceptable.
I put on a simple outfit, tight shorts and an off the shoulder top with white sandals. It’s comfortable, but more than that I know my ass looks great in it and eating breakfast isn’t my only goal today.
I make my way downstairs, and pass by a couple who just left their room, practically wrapped around each other. My instinct tells me they’ve never even met before and yesterday was their first night together, mainly because of the way she’s practically grinding on his cock as they hug each other. I roll my eyes mainly because damn, I want to be grinding on a guy like that in the middle of the hallway.