One Day It Was Bound To Happen, I Guess It Was The Right Girl

I was jogging and a friend convinced me to try for a marathon. We practiced together and we went to Chicago. I finished but was worn out completely. We showered and laid out on the bed in the hotel room, both of us only in underwear. We talked for a while, to keep from dozing off. She stood up and came over to my bed and let her breasts hover over me. Lowering her shoulders she slapped my face around with her breasts, before putting her hand in my crotch.

When she kissed me I let her, when she pulled my panties off I let her, when she performed oral sex on me I let her. When she crouched over me and lowered herself into my face I let her. After we got dressed and went down to dinner I held her hand while we waited in line.

We slept hard and the next morning caught the plane back to DC.