The drive to our hotel felt like forever. I needed to get in my UI and call Alyssa. Those damn photos! She knew exactly what she was doing.

My father asks, “Are you coming to the bar for a drink before we go to meet the clients?”

I shake my head. “No. I have some things to do.”

“Okay, meet us in the lobby at one to head to the restaurant,” he replies.

I say, rushing ahead of them to check in. My cock is still throbbing. I get my car and head straight for my room. I remove my cell and text Alyssa: I have arrived at the hotel. I am going to unpack and shower. Be ready in half an hour as I may need to fix myself up in the shower first so I don’t come too quickly when we chat. Ready and waiting for you.

I groan at the thought. I meant it when I told her; it made me want to be on the next flight back. I would rather be home with Alyssa than be here. I unpack. There isn’t much since I’m only here for a couple of nights…

I take a seat on the bottom of the bed, taking a look at the photos she sent me. I moan, and my rock stirs to life again. Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me. I open the password-protected folder where I keep the rest of the naughty, dirty photos I have of her. They are for my eyes only. I smile at the photo of her as my screensaver. I set my cell aside to get ready for my shower. I don’t want to make my girl wait too long. I strip down. I am about to head to the bathroom, but then I get an idea. It is time for a little revenge.

I quickly pick my cell back up. I snap a couple of photos in all my naked glory, making sure my hard rock is in it. I add them to a text: This is your fault!

I toss my cell down, smirk, and head for my shower. The second I step under the water, I start to stroke my cock. I close my eyes, thinking of Alyssa as I get myself off. It doesn’t take long for me to come. I have a feeling I will be pleasuring myself more than a few times over the next couple of days.

I rinse off in the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. There is no point in getting dressed; I won’t be needing clothes until later. Returning, I check my cell to see a reply: Fuck! How I wish I could get my mouth around and suck on your cock until you come hard in my mouth. Damn! The thought of it is making my pussy…

Hurry up, bury…

Fuck! She’s larger than life, saying such things; I will be coming without barely touching myself. I don’t test back. I make myself comfortable on the bed and video call her. She answers within seconds and appears on my screen, purring, biting her lower lip as her eyes scan my body.

She whispers, “Hello, baby gal. I thought I told you to slip into something sexy?”

“I did. To me, in your eyes, a kiss is all it takes to lift it up,” she murmurs, lifting her shirt up to her stomach, her pussy coming into view.

I groan and lick my lips. “Yes, I do love you in my clothes. Fuck, how I want to get my tongue on that pussy.”

“‘t wait until you’re famished to do that,” she says, slowly running her fingers between her thighs.

I am aching and throbbing. It has been hard not to touch myself. I am dying for you, sir.