Why don't you stay the night?

You struggle to process what was just said to you. Your crush just invited you to stay the night in her hotel.

You swiftly make a move into the lift as the doors were closing to make the ride up. Again carrying each other into room 408, a number you know too well (it's the test cap number of your favourite cricketer you passed away mid match), you carry Sam into her bed, lie her down and say good night. You make your way to the spare trundle, and lie down. It's not long before she's asleep and so are you.

You wake up to the smell of bacon, and toast. Your head feels heavy, and you feel like you' ex been hit by a bus on the inside. You look up into the kitchen to find Sam in very little attire: her saggy top, and just panties. You marvel at the long and silky legs before you, and ass that is accentuated in her panties. You stand and walk to the bench, take a seat, and she turns with bacon and scrambled eggs on toast in hand, just how you like it. As she begins to clean the pan, you grab the juice from the fridge, grab a Berocca sitting on the bench and make two glasses in an attempt to wake yourselves up from the **** induced sleep you still feel in.

You relive the night before, and before you know it, your sitting on the couch, watching V8's with Sam wrapped up on the couch next to you, fast asleep. You can make out her firm tits through the blanket and top, and feel your member get slightly more excited. She shifts her weight slightly and your now engorged member rests a centimetre from her face. You decide to stand, lower her head slightly, and write a note, saying "I've left to go have a shower. Meet me in the lobby at 6.30pm for dinner @ the Italian restaurant around the corner. Dress nice."

The Italian restaurant in question is not your ordinary Italian joint. Apart from having the most expensive menu, with a simple pot of local beer costing $12 and a garlic bread at $15, and having a few awards, the restaurant was the last place you both went for dinner before she moved. You wanted to make a move now, and to try and get her to like you more than a friend.

As you arrive back at the lobby, at 6.25pm, she is exiting the lift, wearing the most amazing long red dress that draped out along the floor, and having done her hair curled to one side. You were gob smacked at how amazing she looked. You had decided to wear a suit and tie, and now you're glad you wore your $1500 suit you got for special occasions.

After dinner and paying the bill, you ask Sam if there is anything she wanted to do before the night is though.