The Best of Both Worlds

I looked her up and down. She had a very European style, which my cock instantly responded to. I’ve always been attracted to European women; they’re the kinkiest. She smiled at me. I wondered if she knew what I was thinking. I extended my hand and introduced myself.

“Hi, I’m Bruce.”

Shyly she took my hand. Hers were so small against mine, so delicate.

“Hello Bruce I’m Victoria.”

She blushed slightly, which stirred something in me. More than anything I wanted to take her. I didn’t care where or how I just wanted to ram my thick cock inside of her and make her come alive. That’s the kind of US hospitality she needed.

“Victoria that is such a beautiful name,” I said.

“Thank you,” she said then pointed at a piece of luggage. “My bag.”

I reached forward and grabbed it. It was almost an exact replica of mine. I could see how she got confused. Her hand lingered on mine as I handed her, her luggage. I wondered what those hands would feel like all over my body.

“Are you staying nearby?” I asked.

“Yes I’m staying at the Sheraton.”

“That’s where I’m staying,” I lied. “We can ride over there together if you like.”

“Oh yes, that would be so great. I’m not sure where the hotel is.”

“Well let’s go then,” I said.

Victoria grabbed on to my arm and together we made our way out of the airport. I hailed us a cab and in minutes we were on our way. Luckily the taxi ride was short. Sitting next to her it had been getting harder and harder to keep my true feelings hidden. However,, Victoria Victoria however either didn’t seem to mind or didn’t care. Instead she moved closer to me the closer we got to the hotel, which made it all the harder to keep things in control.

In the hotel lobby I told her to wait while I got our rooms.

“Good news and bad news,” I said when I returned.