Waiting for him to return, she realized that the man was probably running short of money, or why else had he quibbled with the motel manager about the rates and finally settled for the smallest unit available?

"Gary, what's your last name?" she asked the man when she had finished her hamburger.

"Why? What's yours?" he answered her question with a question.

"Just Libby," she giggled.

"Then I'm just Gary," he smiled at her.

"I like you, Gary," she sighed contentedly, laying her head on his shoulder.

"And I like you, Libby," he whispered, breathing in the fresh smell of her clean, damp hair. Snuggling up against him, her robe parted, revealing a lush bare tit that was topped with a deliciously big ripe nipple. Instinctively, he reached down and gently cupped the inviting orb in his hand.

A delicious tingle raced through her body at the touch of his hand on her naked flesh. Reaching her fingers up to his face, Libby gently drew his lips down against her hot, open mouth. Their tongues sensually entwined, she could feel his fingers gently kneading and caressing her hard, throbbing nipple. The only sound in the room was their heavy, even breathing.

Reaching down, she could feel Gary's excited hard cock straining against his fly. Carefully lowering his zipper, she took the stiff fleshy pole in her little hand. The smooth sinewy texture sent delicious tremors of anticipation rippling through her body. Gently stroking his excited cock, she became aware of his hand urgently caressing her soft inner thigh. Trembling with delight, she felt his exploring hand moving sensually up toward her eager pussy. The whole world seemed to stand still when his probing finger first made light contact with the sensitive nerve ends of her juicy cuntlips. Faster and faster, she unconsciously stroked the beautiful pole of meat that she was grasping in her excited hand.