Alice was tired of typing, tired of staring at the screen, and so very weary of talk, talk, talking. She wanted action. In her mind a single refrain repeated, "One man with one throbbing hard cock, that's all I ask: one man, one cock, and one taste."
A box popped up on the screen, an old friend. Alice had watched him many times on his web cam, stroking his cock. Often she had imagined licking its tip, often wished she could feel his hands on the back of her head, holding her steady for some urgent thrusts. She was glad to see him, and started to feel a familiar tingle of anticipation. Watching wasn't doing, but it was something.
"Good morning, sir," she typed in response to his greeting.
"You are to come to me at once," he replied.
Puzzled, Alice answered, "Of course, sir, where?" To her surprise, he named a local hotel, just a few miles from her house. In town for a job, he had remembered she lived there. Alice could barely type her eager response with her now shaking fingers.
"Yes, sir," was all she said. She dressed carefully, eager to be pleasing in every detail. She covered her ample breasts with a pink camisole, then a close fitting white blouse, closing just two buttons. She chose a black wraparound skirt over pink panties. Grabbing shoes, keys, purse, she nearly flew out the door. It seemed like only moments until she was standing at the door to room 612, knocking quietly.
"Enter," he said. "You'll find it open." She stepped through the door and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed. Alice put down her purse, then stood demurely before him, hands at her side. Her ragged breathing was the only sign of her increasing excitement . He looked at her wild curly hair, swept his eyes over the curves of her tits, her wide hips. He reached up and undid the buttons on her blouse.
"Remove it," he commanded. Alice slipped out of her blouse. His hand immediately found her nipple. He tweaked it through her camisole, first one, and then the other. They hardened instantly in response to his touch. He moved the spaghetti straps from her shoulders, and her breasts tumbled out.
"Oh, they're just waiting for some attention, aren't they?" he noted, and he generously began tweaking, pulling, pinching. Noticing that Alice could hardly keep on her feet, he pulled her to his lap.
