Waiting For Him...

I like to imagine that she's waiting for her lover. Alone in their room at this great little boutique hotel, her body is humming with anticipation. She can't help but to caress her breasts, to pinch her nipples lightly before pushing the fabric covering them aside. Her fingertips tickling the soft skin on her thighs, pressing further to apply just a slight amount of delicious pressure to her swollen clit. Her need for him overwhelming her senses, she slides off the edge of the bed to give herself better access to her soft wetness - unaware that he has entered the room to be greeted by this vision...