He waited in the dark patiently, like a spider for its prey. Closing his eyes, he imagined every outline, every curve of the woman he was waiting for. The soft swell of her breasts, the gentle curve of her ass. Everything that could drive a man crazy, and he was that man. He felt his cock stir as the pictures of her wet pussy flashed through his head. She loved to tease him, and she had no compunction about telling him about her latest conquest, or sending him pictures of her in various states of undress. His favorites had been the close-ups of her pussy, with either a finger or a vibrator slipped between her juicy lips. In several, the juices from her pussy could be seen on her skin, giving it a silky sheen. Damn, he thought as he adjusted himself in his chair.



He froze as he heard heels clicking in the hallway outside of the hotel room. The jingling of keys and the turning of the lock preceded the door opening.