There's a girl standing almost in the hallway, looking into a room. Good looking, very attractive!

There's a girl standing almost in the hallway, looking into a room. A good looking, very attractive girl. You walk up near her and say, "Hi." She turns slightly and looks at you. Actually smiles. She's even more attractive than you had thought. Pretty face. Blue eyes, pale skin and long dark hair. "How are you?" She looks at you for a second before responding. Still smiling she says, "Thank you. I'm fine."

Now what do you do? How do you bring this up? "You're very pretty." She smiles even broader. "Thanks again." "Uh, are you available?" That's probably not right. "Uh, do you want to spent the night with me?" She sort of giggles, seems to think a little. "For sex?" she asks.

"Yes." She puts her arm around your waist and turns us both. "Your room?" "Yes." "And condoms?" "Yes." She grins some more. "Take me there," she says, "My name is Beth." Her accent sounds englisch, a lot like from London. "I'm John," you say. You open the door and motion Beth in, following her and closing the door after you.

Beth wastes no time. She unbuttons her blouse and removes it, folding it carefully and laying it on the only chair in the room. She unfastens and then steps out of her skirt, stepping out of her shoes as she steps out of the skirt. Carefully folded, it joins the blouse. She looks at you and grins. "You, too, John," she says. So you start undressing. She reaches behind her and unfastens her bra and it joins the other items on the chair. She has lovely breasts. Not huge DD's, but full and firm and not sagging at all.

She's at most my age, maybe younger. Fairly large nipples, dark brown, staring at you. She takes the waist of her panties and bends as she slides them down over her hips and legs, then steps out of them and they go on the chair also. She's completely naked so you hurry and get out of your shoes and pants, your shirt already off. You put them on top of a dresser.

Her pubic hair is dark, darker than her hair, black really. She must trim it. You mean it isn't shaved but it isn't all full and bushy like some I've been with, it's looks neat and trim. She grins even more and comes to you, grabs the waist of your shorts and pulls them down, lowering herself until she's kneeling on the floor. You step out of them and kick them aside.