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The cool air on my wet cock reminds me that I have some 'duties' to take care of here first. I discretely pull up my pants and tuck my shirt into some semblance of order, then I pull the tablecloth out of my pants where it was inadvertently tucked in.
With all the dignity I can muster, I slide out of the booth, collecting the napkin and room key, and walk slowly toward the door to the hotel lobby, tracing her path to the elevator. I notice one of the guys at a table nod at me, smiling, as I pass by. He's caught on - he knows the game, I think. I smile back at him. Perhaps he noticed her little 'dissappearing act' in the booth? As I approach the elevator, the light tells me it's on the 5th floor - same floor she had scribbled on the napkin.
I can still see her legs - now she's walking down the hall toward room 512, the vision of those glorious thighs burned into my brain, as I wait for the elevator to return to the lobby and take me to her.
