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Jessica works on reception at the 5* hotel I’m staying at in Los Angeles. She’s got long blonde hair and wears a tight grey skirt and matching jacket, the hotel uniform. Her skirt sits above the knee, showing off her long tanned legs. She balances on a tall stool, legs crossed, typing into a computer.
She smiles coyly as I approach reception to check in. Standing over the desk, I notice the top buttons of her white blouse are undone. Peeking out is a silver lacy bra, her firm breasts pushing against the cups. The buttons holding her blouse together look like they’re about to pop.
She checks me in, giving me a quick once-over, seemingly impressed. I’m wearing a white Ralph Lauren Polo shirt and dark khakis. I worked out hard in the gym this morning, taking advantage of the facilities at British Airways’ first class lounge. The jacuzzi afterwards felt so good.
As Jessica goes to over to the printer to collect my receipt, she has to uncross her legs and shift off the stool. In doing so, she opens her legs and reveals a tiny peek of silver lace underwear beneath her skirt. I can make out a little silk ribbon at the top. Dirty girl.
Before going up to my suite, I ask Jessica about where to go for dinner and drinks in LA. Playing with her blonde hair, she recommends some hotspots around Sunset Boulevard. I ask if she’ll join me. And as it happens, her shift finishes at 8pm; she accepts, albeit a little anxious about getting caught by her manager.
Fast forward to 1am and we’re back at the hotel. Jessica sneaks past reception while I distract them; can’t have the boss finding out. Now we’re in my room, bottle of Champagne on ice, views over downtown Los Angeles from the terrace, warm night sky.
We’re tipsy, and I can see Jessica is a little horny. She’s sitting out on the terrace with her legs up against the glass barrier, her little grey skirt pulled right back, showing those silver lace panties again. She still has her high heels on. She looks me in the eye with a certain lust. We lock lips out there on the terrace, while I slide my hand down her slender thigh and under her skirt, teasing her.
I lift her out of the seat and carry her into my suite, placing her on the edge of a cream leather couch, then pushing her back onto it. I yank off her grey skirt and pull her tight white blouse over her head. Now she’s lying there in just her naughty silver underwear, trying to cover herself somewhat with a hand on her stomach, the other across her chest. She opens her mouth slightly and leans back, awaiting further action.
She gets it. I reach into the Champagne bucket and grab three ice cubes, freezing in my hand. Then I crouch by the edge of the sofa, where Jessica’s legs still hang over and I wedge them wide apart. She breathes in, one hand still pressing on her flat stomach.
I move in and now I’m right between her long slender legs, silver thong in front of me, her blonde hair brushed back.
Holding her legs apart with one arm, I place the first ice cube on her slender stomach. She tenses up, the freezing cold hitting her. But I keep her legs firmly apart. Then, as the cube begins to slide down her navel, I lift up the top of her lacy thong and let it enter. Again, she recoils, but lets the cube go in. I do the same with the other two ice cubes, until all three are locked in her panties, causing a real chill down there. She’s playfully squirming, trying to alleviate the freezing sensation, but I keep her locked in place. I let her wriggle for a while.
Then it’s time for the cubes to go in. I reach into her silver thong and put my fingers over the biggest ice cube. Shifting the others to each side of her smooth peach, I slowly push the first ice cube inside her. Her teeth clench, she quickly moves her head to one side and closes her eyes tight. I push the block of ice further into her, deep into her, until it can’t go any further. She’s breathing quickly now, eyes still closed, her whole body stiff.
Gently I push the other two cubes deep into her behind the first one. Then I take my hand out of her thong and place firmly it over the top, stopping her ejecting anything. I keep it there. Her head springs from side to side, her mouth opens then shuts tight, she lets out a little whimper.
And just when I feel she’s had enough, can’t take it anymore, I remove my hand from her silver thong and let the three ice cubes pop out. Her body immediately relaxes a little, she sighs in relief. But there’s no time for recovery.
I hoist her hips up onto the edge of the couch; her blonde hair drags behind her. Then I pull down my charcoal grey Armani khakis and Calvin Klein briefs and shift her silver thong to one side. Then I insert myself deep inside her. The instant change of temperature gets her going. She almost can’t handle it. I steam in and out like a machine as she lies back on the couch, eyes still closed.
As I pump Jessica harder and faster, the icy sensation melts away and things hot up. I can see her approaching climax. Her firm breasts bounce up and down in her lacy bra; her blonde hair is a mess. She opens her mouth and leans right back. Her body begins to tense up. She grips the sides of the leather couch, digging her nails in.
I keep steaming ahead, her slender body sliding up and down, faster and faster, tighter and tighter. And when her body’s eventually so stiff she can’t take anymore, she jerks her hips up and boom, she explodes. She cries out as she comes, her legs trying to close together, but me still wedged between them – driving in and out like a machine. I keep going, ignoring her come down, until I blow up inside her, making her tense up again.
Slowing down to a stop, I eventually pull out of Jessica. She takes a deep breath, brushes her wet hair back and smiles. I pick up the chilled bottle of Champagne from the ice bucked and wander outside onto the balcony. Los Angeles looks amazing at 3am.
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