She IS safe in her own room.

I know you are only temporarily satiated, and I hurry back to my room before you see me. As I lie back on the bed, I think of you, and how I, too, want more.

I lick my lips, and I can still taste you. I can almost feel the heat of your body pressed against mine, though I've never felt it before.

I reach down and apply my fingers to my throbbing clit. It aches for the attention that I couldn't give it earlier. I wonder what kind of lover you will be, when it comes time for you to take your turn with me. I dip my fingers into my dripping hole, and return them to my clit, stroking it in frantic circles. I notice my hips gyrating on their own, and my breaths coming with difficulty. In my mind, it's not my fingers on my clit, but your lips and your tongue, and I imagine your fingers gently moving inside of me.

My back arches as I near the peak, and I feverishly rub my clit until the pleasure washes over me. My clit throbs, and my muscles clench. I let out a long, low moan, and imagine that you can hear me. I imagine how much that would turn you on.

My body goes limp on the bed, and I slide back to prop myself up at the head of the bed. I slide my fingers between my lower lips, feeling my own wetness. I've never been wetter, and my juices have begun running down my thighs and down to my ass. I put my fingers into myself, and take them out again. I put them in my mouth and mingle the flavor with what remains of your fluids. I taste sweet, having taken great care to eat lots of citrus. I know you will enjoy my taste, and the idea makes me even wetter.

I go and shower, and get in bed. I will need my strength for tomorrow.

I wake up the next day, anticipating the night. I stay in my room, ordering room service for my meals (making sure to include several oranges), waiting for the sun to set. I wait until just before you are due to arrive, and I shower again. I put on a red lacy bra and garter belt with red stockings, but no panties. I tossed on my jacket and hurried into your room.

I set up the room exactly as before, and cross my legs to further hide my little secret. You come in, and I instruct you to undress once more. You do so, and sit in the chair without being instructed.

"Don't forget the blindfold," I remind you. You put it over your eyes.

"Now..." I say, spreading my legs and exposing my wetness. "I want you to kneel in front of the chair."

You do so, arms at your sides, cock unknowingly pointed straight at my slit. You kneel in silence, awaiting my commands. I give you none; instead, I reach forward and place my hands on your face, drawing you between my legs. I know you can smell me, and as you lick your lips, I know what you want to do.

"Now, darling... it's time for you to repay the favor I gave you last night."

I take hold of the back of your head, and guide you forward until your breath flows over my clit, making it twitch with anticipation.