Once I was finally able to permit them to remove my underwear enough times that it no longer bothered me, we progressed to having sex, slowly building up to the moment and denying release. This was about learning to connect not just a way to get laid. I would press my belly against Angela feeling her heat pressed into me, her breast smooshed into my chest as she held me close to her. I could feel her chest rise and fall against me as she inhaled, her breath warming my neck as her arms pulled me into a hugging embrace; her fingers running up my spine causing a pleasant tingling sensation that made me shudder.Tom would penetrate me, holding himself inside of me as I looked up at his dull hazel eyes. I would touch his belly, his chest, his shoulders with his permission. He would wrap his hands around my bicep, squeezing it and running his hand down my arm, his thumb planted on my inner arm, his fingers on the outer side. My sense of intimacy and my sexual compass had been realigned. ‘Cheers.’ She took a sip and her expression changed. ‘This is nice, not what I expected at all.’ ‘Did you expect that I’d serve up any old rubbish to my best customer?’ ‘Only customer.’ She corrected. ‘Well yes, now that you mention it.’ While we talked I was taking stuff out of the fridge and loading it onto a tray in readiness to take it to her room. There was the usual motel type stuff, some teabags and small containers of single shot coffee powder, those little containers of long life milk, cups and saucers, a drinking glass, a jug of cold water and an electric kettle. ‘If you want to make yourself tea or coffee, use the water from this jug, the stuff in the tap is only suitable for washing and flushing the toilet.’ ‘All the mod cons I see. What’s in the mini bar?’ ‘Nothing yet, I’ve only just turned on the fridge so it’ll take a while to cool down, so there’s no point.’ I took another sip from my glass and made a mental note to get some more next time I saw the Rep. ‘I notice.
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