"A hotel room?"
Aurora repeated, "Yes, can we be together tonight, Ms. Harris? I won't tell anyone."
I thought to myself of how amazing it would feel to make her cum again but on her back with her legs wrapped around my head.
"I tell you what. Why don't you pack an overnight bag. I have a better idea. Do you trust me?"
Aurora answered, "Yes." Aurora hops out the car only to return several minutes later with a purple bookbag. "Where are we going?" She yawned.
I replied, "About ten miles south of school. I have a guesthouse. I hope you like it."
We pull into a secluded garage. I press a fob that automatically closes the garage door. I can tell the sound of the garage door made Aurora nervous.
I get out of the truck and open her car door, hold her hand, and lead her through the vast breeze way, into the screen door. I drop my keys on a coffee table adjacent to the entranceway and flip on every light in the house. Aurora dropped her book bag and marveled at the number of textbooks, degrees, elephant sculptures, lions, paintings, figurines and decorative vines my guesthouse was adorned with. She began asking questions about every certificate, license, photo, and book.
I will admit it was adorable how much intrigue she displayed. Deep down, I wanted this night to be relaxing and memorable for her. I wanted her to compare her future sex-capades to this night with me.
"How about you grab your bag and I can show you where the bedrooms and bathrooms are."
Aurora bent down to pick up her bag. She's not wearing any underwear. It should be illegal for women to wear skirts that short. It can cause an accident.
Up the stairs, I lead the way. Opening the door to the master bedroom, I flip on the lights and Aurora remarks, "That bed is huge!" I open another door and Aurora begins jumping on the bed. She looks to the right and exclaims, "A jacuzzi?"
She begins peeling off her clothes.
