We take a break

We lay together on the comfortable hotel bed gradually recovering from the excitement of the night. It was Alison who finally broke the comfortable silence.

“That was amazing, Mr. P.” Her soft whisper was almost as sexy as her needy moans from earlier.

“You are amazing.” I correct her playfully.

“Oh, Mr. P, I'm just a silly college girl.” Once again, her charming reserve kicks in, but I'm starting to see more and more confidence in her. “But I guess that's that what you like, huh, Mr. P?”

“That's right, Angel.” I chuckle easily, “Every old man in America dreams about having his own small-town sweetheart to corrupt.”

“Make up your mind, Mr. P.” Alison wags her finger in my face playfully. “Do you want the small-town preacher's daughter, the cheating secretary, a sweet little coed or maybe something even more naughty?”

“We can try those other ideas some other weekend,” I laugh again, “tonight is all about the innocent secretary who falls into the demanding boss' hands, right?”

“Yes, of course Mr. Patterson.” Alison surprises me by sliding from under the sheets, “I'll get cleaned up right away, Sir, so I'll be ready for whatever you need.” Clearly, Alison is expecting more from me, and thanks to the pill I took, I feel pretty confident that I won't disappoint her. It is not long before I hear the water running in the bathroom next door, and I can't resist the temptation to see her washing up. Peeking through the slightly opened door I see her, just as beautiful as I pictured.

Alison seems lost in thought as she washes up and I am able to admire her in silence for almost thirty seconds before she notices me in the doorway.

“Oh!” Her initial exclamation sounds like genuine surprise, but almost immediately she falls back into character. “Mr. Patterson, you can't come in here like this!” Her hands cover her breasts and groin in the pose of a classic marble statue from antiquity. “You have to leave! Right now!”