Same hotel room, every Saturday afternoon. She was already waiting for him, wearing only heeled sandals and a slip of lacy white panties, barely enough to cover her really. He quickly started to disrobe; shoes, socks, jacket, shirt. She stopped him in his tracks and pushed him toward the chair. She wanted to take the lead from this point forward and he was not going to argue.
She started to slip her panties down around her ankles, and bent over to kiss him deeply, smirking at the already growing bulge in his pants. She noted his discomfort but would not immediately give him release. Rather, she straddled him in the chair, completely naked and rubbing against the hardness of him, causing him to feel incredibly confined and wanting.
It was only the beginning.