Hotel Arrival

You finally arrive at the hotel and pay the irritated cab driver, leaving him a hefty tip. You notice Sarah turning to look at other men as you make your way up to your hotel room not short glances but long, lusty stares. You have to practically hold the top to her bikini against her as she doesn’t seem to care about any sense of decency. At last you are back in your hotel room.

As soon as the door is shut, Sarah jumps at you and wrestles you to the bed, tearing away your swimming trunks. She tries to kiss you, but you hold her just out of range.“Get a hold of yourself!” you say, pinning her back down on the bed. “Why don’t you take a shower? I’ll call room service. We’ll have a nice dinner together, and then we can have sex. All right, honey?” “I don’t want to wait,” Sarah pouts. “I wanna fuck you right now. You wanna fuck me, right babe?” “Shower first,” you demand. Sarah pouts but grabs a handbag full of soaps and shampoos and vanishes inside the bathroom.

You wait until you hear water running before you start to think things through.