"Walk me back to your room"

"I have a better idea," I answered. "Why don't you walk me back to your room." Eric's handsome eyebrows raised on his handsome face.

"Right this way." We walked in silence to Eric's room.

"So... uh... this is my room," he said awkwardly, gesturing around to the hotel room that looked exactly like mine and Scott's.

"Wow," I said sarcastically. "It looks exactly like ours." Eric let out a nervous chuckle.

Holy shit. Was he nervous all of a sudden?

"Why don't you have a seat on the couch and I'll get us a drink."

"Just water is good," I said. "I don't want to be rude, I've just been drinking all day."

Eric grabbed two water's from the fridge. He twisted off the caps and handed me one then extended his. I chuckled and met his bottle with mine.

"That's got to be the lamest cheers anyone has ever done," I said with a laugh.

"Hey, whatever works," Eric responded. Then he looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "You know, I really was hoping I'd draw you last night."

"Oh right," I responded sarcastically. "You wanted a date, right?"

"It's true," Eric said.

"Just a date?"

"Well, I obviously hoped it would end in more."

"And why me? Out of that table full of sexy girls?" I asked "You drew Dora last night, and you expect me to believe that you wished it was me instead?"

"Dora was great," Eric said. "But she's not you."

"What is it about me that made you want to draw me?"

"Well, do you want the nice reason or the dirty reason."

I smirked. "Let's start with the nice reason. Then we'll get dirty."

"I just felt like, since you'd done it before, it might make me feel a bit more comfortable." I looked down, losing myself in his blue eyes and charming smile.

"Do you feel more comfortable with me tonight than you did last night with Mia?"

"Honestly, no," Eric said with a laugh. There's something about you. You're just so... so.. so damned cute and perfect."

The words struck me like a slap in the face. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Prince Charming thought I was perfect? This had to be a dream.

"I mean, look at you, all dolled up in your perfect pink dress. You're just so sweet and so sexy all at the same time."

I couldn't help but feel happy with my dress choice. I still couldn't think of anything to say so instead I just climbed onto his lap, straddling his waist.

"And the dirty reason?" I finally asked.

He looked up at me as a mischievous grin spread across his lips. "Well... I really wanted to get my hands on those tits of yours."

It wasn't the most romantic or charming thing to say, but there was something about Eric where everything he said seemed like it was written by a poet. A rush of energy pulsed through my body. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts. He immediately began squeezing and groping through the unfortunately thick fabric of my dress. I couldn't help but feel frustrated with my dress choice.

"Oh," I moaned as I felt him buck up into me. I grabbed his hand and placed it behind me, guiding him toward the zipper to my dress. He fumbled with it for a moment then pulled it down my back. The straps slipped off my shoulders and the dress slumped forward, revealing my breasts which were now supported and covered by only a very practical, black strapless bra.

A hungry look crept across his face as his eyes scanned my chest. I grabbed his face and pulled him into me, smothering him with my cleavage. He licked and groaned as his hands fumbled behind my back once again - this time for the clasp to my bra.

Click

My bra dropped to his lap. Eric's mouth increased its hungry actions, licking and sucking the newly exposed flesh.

"Oh, Eric," I moaned as he sucked my nipple into his lips. His tongue flicked across the hardened buds, sending electric shocks through my loins. I grabbed his face and pulled it from my chest and kissed him.

"Mmmm..." I moaned into his mouth. His lips parted, his tongue slapping against mine. For a few minutes we made out, me grinding on his crotch, him mauling my breasts until his lap was damp with our arousal. Panting heavily, I broke our kiss then planted my lips on his chest. I began unbuttoning his shirt, button-by-button. My lips followed my fingers, planting kisses down his chest until the last button came undone and my mouth was pressed against the waistband of his briefs.

I looked up into his eyes as I grabbed his jeans and boxers between my fingers and pulled them down simultaneously. Inch-by-inch his cock came into view until his pants were at his knees and it stood up firmly, mere inches from my face. I watched it bob ack and forth and settle, upright, pointing straight to the ceiling.

My God, I thought. It wasn't fair. Of course this perfect man has an equally perfect cock. Even if I'd wanted to, I don't think I could have refrained from reaching out and touching it. My fingers grazed gently over it, admiring every vein and ridge. It was bigger than Scott's for sure and had only the slightest of a curve upward.

Scott's cock was wonderful. I knew it, it knew me, and I loved it, often not being able to get enough of it. Billy's was great as well and Manny's more than did the trick. Robert's was... large. But this one... this one had a gravitational pull toward it. I wrapped my fingers around the base, barely touching the tips of my thumb and forefinger then-.

What was it that Madeline had mentioned about Eric?

Oh, that's right...

Like a starving animal, I lunged at his cock and stuffed as much of it into my mouth as I could.

"Mmmph," I moaned as it stretched my cheeks. It pulsed at the sudden contact, stretching them further.

"Oh, Mandy," Eric moaned as I dragged my tongue up the bottom of his shaft, withdrawing my lips until just the tip remained in my mouth. I swirled my tongue over the sensitive helmet then dove back down, taking another inch. Eric's fingers sifted through my hair, brushing a few strands out of the way.

What a gentleman, I thought, though I knew it was probably so he could see the action better.

I knew what Scott liked in a blowjob - slow, strong suction, use my hands, cradle his balls if I'm trying to make him cum. It was all relatively simple. I wasn't used to... sloppy. I'd have to improvise.

I dove back down, feeling the head of his cock press against the back of my throat. Saliva built up in my mouth and I didn't bother swallowing it, allowing it to drip down his shaft and slicken his pole for my pumping fist.

"Oh, yea, that's it," Eric groaned. The slick sounds of sloshing and suction filled the room, nearly drowning out Eric's grunts and groans as they grew more rapid and ****. "Oh, Mandy. Fuck. Ohfuckyea."