She invites you to lie down

"Thank you, John. Why don't you come and lie down with me while we wait," she says with a grin. You fall on the bed next to her, bouncing her body around the bed. She rolls and puts her head on your shoulders, her arm around your body. You get her to lift up a bit and put your arm around her shoulders.

"Thank you for taking care of me. I need to more careful about eating on this trip," she says as she snuggles up to you. "Once we have some food in us, we'll see about your reward." She lays her head back down and falls asleep.

You lightly stroke her body as she sleeps. Your cock is pressing hard against your pants from the naughty thoughts running through your head. You hope her reward is sex. Holding her like this, smelling her hair and skin, and touching her skin is great. You would like to explore her body further.

The warmth and comfort of the bed lulls you to sleep. You wake with a start at the knock on the door. Amanda opens her eyes sleepily. You ease her head down to the pillow before jumping up and answering the door. A female member of staff with a very short skirt and a white, sleeveless blouse tied under her softball-sized breasts, carrying a tray of food, greets you with a big, toothy smile and says, "Hello, John. Here is your food. I hope you like it." Her name tag reads "Vicky".

You take the tray and set it on the desk. You pull out your wallet to tip her, but she shakes her head. "I can't accept cash tips, sir. But thanks for the thought. Enjoy your meal." She really has a perky personality. She turns and walks away. You watch her tight ass wiggle in that skirt.

You turn back into the room, shutting the door. You lift the tray and walk over to the bed, Amanda watching you as you move. You open her energy drink and hand it and her burger basket to her. She sits on the bed. You grab your plate of eggs and sit next to her. You begin eating your breaskfast.

Amanda plows into the burger like she was a starving orphan. She grins with her mouth full of food and mumbles, "My God, this tastes good." She doesn't speak again until the burger and drink are gone. "Wow! I really put that away. Do you think I might have been hungry?" she asks rhetorically. You are just finishing up the last of your bacon and toast. Your scrambled eggs are a thing of the past.