"But what if someone…" Lydia said, snapping partly out of her red sensual fog and wondering about a stray tourist wandering into the bedroom as she did.

"I locked the door. Besides it's late. And by the way, my name's Tom McLaughlin," he said, smiling broadly and revealing two rows of strong white teeth that flashed brilliantly even in the dark.

"Lydia Merrick," the blonde panted, feeling strange new, highly pleasurable sensations rippling across her tightening cunny. She felt his hand slide down from her elbow to her waist, turning her toward him. Tom leaned forward as she tilted her face, opened her lips slightly and received his kiss. "Ummmmmm," she murmured through the kiss as she curved her body against his chest and belly. Her pussy grew hotter as she felt Tom rub his groin back and forth across her crotch.

What he was doing was obscene, filthy. She would have never let anyone do that to her before. Lydia tried to protest, but found Tom's tongue spearing between her lips, pushing down into her throat, fighting with her own oral organ. Slowly the young girl gave in to the guide's insistence, drawing her hands up to his back and pulling him tightly against her.

She felt her nipples crushing against her sweater as his hands roamed freely around her waist, down to her fleshy rounded ass-mounds and pressing in as that bulging crotch rubbed back and forth. That groin pressure against the slick material of her slacks was making her outer labes rub back and forth against one another. They teased her clitty into full erection.

"Lydia," Tom whispered nestling his mouth in the soft hollows of her neck. The blonde tilted back her head, her mouth open and letting out tight, drowning gasps of passion as the guide kissed her throat. At the same time Tom curled his fingers around the bottom of her tight-fitting sweater, pulling it out from inside her slacks and scraping the soft material along her hot belly flesh. Lydia pulled away for an instant, raising her arms high above her head and letting Tom pull the garment over her head and toss it to the floor. As the soft cotton tickled its way over her sensitive nipples and titty flesh Lydia gasped out with delight. As the sweater was pulled over her jugs, they were lifted by the steady tug until she moaned with pleasure.