Comfortable Frenching

The rest of the night went without incident or any form of interaction with people. A little after 8Am, I'm relieved by the morning man, am immediately go to my place and crawl into bed. Curt seeing me go in, takes off to do some exploring of his own. Walking past the concierge desk he makes it down a long hallway before being stopped when a voice rings out.

"Mr. Tennant did you forget our thank you breakfast?" Curt turns and his eyes bug out at the sight. A brunette haired beauty, dressed in a long rain coat and stilettos. "Or should I put it off for another day?"

Standing in front of 115 "No I was just trying to remember what apartment is yours!" deciding to play along with her miss identification of who he was. She moves closer, sliding her arm through his, leading him back to 113. Opening the door, letting him walk in first before she enters. closing the door and sliding the deadbolt in place.

"I hope you don't mind me getting comfortable?" Opening her rain coat revealing her naked body to Curt. "I go nude when at home!" Swallowing the sudden large amount of drool in his mouth before he can speak.

"No your place, get as comfortable as you want!" his cock getting harder by the minute as he takes in her incredible body.

She moves closer, "I hope you don't mind French toast and fresh fruit for breakfast?" correcting herself with "Or is it your dinner?". Then out of no where "Oh where are my manners, I don't mind if you get comfortable also!" Curt almost gets whiplash as he strips down to nothing.

As she seats him, then takes her place across from him they start to eat what she made. Under the table Curt feels a foot in his crotch, rubbing his cock and thighs, and playful look in her eyes. As the last piece of toast is ate "So can I get you anything else?" Batting her eyes at Curt hoping he understands her meaning

"Well.....!"