A Butterfly Emerges

He introduced himself to me as Ted Johnson. Not having given much thought to what my female persona would be named, I blurted out, “I’m Christina.”

“You know it’s dangerous for such a good looking woman as you to be alone in a hotel lounge. The men in here might get the wrong impression.”

“And what impression would that be?”

“That you’re available and looking for someone to spend the evening with.”

“Perhaps,” I smiled and seductively crossed my legs.

“Are you in town for business,” he asked.

“No, purely pleasure,” I demurred.

At this comment Ted dropped his hand onto my knee and gently started stroking my leg. I immediately got a terrific tingling sensation and my small penis started pulsating.

Ted leaned over and whispered into my ear, “Let’s take this somewhere else.”

With that, I rose from the bar stool, took Ted’s hand and led him across the bar, through the lobby and into a waiting elevator. It seemed as if one thousand eyes were watching us and I felt like a giggling teenage girl.

As soon as the elevator doors closed Ted took me into his arms in a heated embrace and kissed me deeply. I had never been kissed like that by anyone. He backed me against the elevator door pushing his obviously hard cock against my body. We almost tumbled to the floor when the elevator door finally opened at my floor. It was quite a shock to the elderly couple who were waiting to get on the elevator.

I feverishly fumbled for my room keys in my clutch purse while Ted ran his hands over my tight sexy bottom. As I tried to stick the key in the hole, Ted’s hand ran up my skirt and quickly found my thong. It felt so good as his fingers massaged the crack of my ass.

Now safely in the privacy of my room our passion heightened. I was worried that it would all be over too soon and I wanted our lovemaking to last forever. I was determined to slow things down.