Middle of the night

A few hours later she woke up and turned to look at him. “What time is it?”

“Just after 3, you fell asleep, and so did my arm” He said trying to move it around enough to get rid of the tingling.

Her expression was full of uncertainty. “So much for the hotel room, huh?”

“I told you that you would be fine here with me”, he tried to reassure her. Hoping she would stay. “It’s a little late to get out and go find one now, John. You can stay. And if you just really want to, then we will find a place in the morning.”

“You promise not to bone me in my sleep?”

“Uhh…What is a promise, again?” He joked back at her.

The possibilities ran through her mind. She did not want to wear clothes to bed but here she was with him. Finally, he excused himself to the bathroom and she decided to take the risk. Stripping out of her shirt and jeans, she crawled under his covers in her panties, bra, and tank top. At the last moment she decided that no way could she sleep in this bra and slid it off, tucking it into the folds of her jeans before he came out. He saw the jeans folded on the floor, his old friend already hidden away by the covers.

“Would you like me to get your bag from the car?”

Her mind reeled at an opportunity to give him the first glance of what he had here next to him. “I would love to brush my teeth actually. Nothing like some good ole mint flavored cream in your mouth to send you to bed.”

Moments later he returned with her old duffel. “Thank goodness you are not like all the other women in the world, John. One bag? That’s awesome.”

“It may be just one bag but wait until I ask you to take it back and then go get it a few more times”. He acted like he did not care at the threat but the joke passed.

He had noticed as soon as he walked in her breasts were bare under the thin tank top. Her panties just showing the lacey edges before she stood. Thanked him for her bag and walked into the bathroom. “Stop staring at my ass, Doe.” She chided him.

But she never closed the door and he could see her bending over the sink a moment later. She walked out towards him. Smiling to herself as she saw his eyes pulling away from her at the same time. Crawling onto the bed she slid up behind his seat on the edge and draped her arms over his shoulders. Standing on her knees behind him, pulling his head against her breast by her hands on his chest. Then she slid down to put her lips against his ear, her hands ran down his strong arms and onto his hips, around and on top of his thighs. “I am pretty sure it is rude to see a lady in her underwear and not show her what you are wearing. You should take these off, even it up a bit, lad.”

She knew he had been working out, had not expected his chest to feel so good under his shirt and she had to know how the rest looked. She laid on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. A good view of her ass and also down her shirt. He noticed then that he could faintly see where the ink stained her skin under the shirt. She had never disclosed all of her tattoos to him. He fought to not stare at her cleavage while taking off his shorts. Last thing he needed was to do the no hands salute to a Marine. His marine, he thought.

An hour later they were under the covers, the lights off. Talking about things to do tomorrow. John told him her game plan was to get him laid by some crazy hot chick that was not actually crazy. He joked saying she was already there, why waste time finding someone else.

She had her head on his shoulder, hand on his chest. Body pressed down his side and the one leg over his own, her thigh within an inch of semi-erect dick. He had her held in his arm against him, hand running on her shoulder and settling to the soft dip above her hip. There she was laying half way on top of him and offering help to find a better girl. She thought he would like that but in reality she wanted to feel his cock keep jumping in his boxers when she spoke of how to please this woman she would find. As they spoke along those lines, her hand moved slowly down his bare abdomen. Brushing slightly against the waistband of his boxers.