Janet was out of the car and standing at the door waiting impatiently for Morgan to follow. He licked his lips. Oh, man, this was his lucky day!

Janet drifted as if caught in a dream. The room was surprisingly clean and decorative. She saw only the bed. It was huge! She sat down on the mattress and pressed her thighs against the edge. Her heart pounded with ferocious intensity. Her head spun merrily and she felt light and breezy, like bubbles foaming through vintage champagne. Desire surged through her nipples. No man had ever fondled her palm-size breasts before. She had never felt wet lips closing on her pinkish nipples, a tongue teasing and thrilling her in a thousand exquisite ways. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it away. Goosebumps flared from her chest and moved down her belly and across her thighs and cunt. She felt a twinge of embarrassment as she stripped her blouse off. Janet was down to her panties, afraid to turn and face Morgan.

"Please, the lights," she said. The room was thrown into darkness. She gasped, relieved that her nakedness was concealed.

For what seemed an eternity, she lay, hearing Morgan's clothes coming off. She reached for her panties, then stopped. No, he might want to, she thought, remembering a romance book she had once read. She pulled back the covers and crawled between the crisp sheets. The heavy starch played hell with her nipples as she lay there, vulnerable, excited and scared. Her awkward fingers were eager to touch his cock just as her twat was begging to take his hardness inside her.

Morgan seemed to be in no hurry as he stripped off his clothes in the pitch darkness. He whistled as his hips bounced softly on the bed, causing the springs to groan.