Fucked without a dick (1)

The first time I ever saw her, she was merely a shadow. Her perfectly shaped body outlined through the glass took my breath away. For the first time in my life I was speechless. I must be dreaming. My brain scrambled for an answer. What the hell...? I had checked into my hotel room earlier that afternoon, placing my bags in the closet so as not to clutter up the floor. Now, as I returned, there was clothing strewn across the room, and the small table below the mirror was littered with makeup, creams, and whatever else most women use to make themselves look more beautiful. I myself preferred to go au naturale... no makeup, and jeans and a tanktop were my main attire. I suppose I could have been considered cute, but never beautiful. I must have the wrong room. That must be it. But wait, my key opened the door. This has to be my hotel room. What is going on? Then I become aware of the small, almost inaudible sounds that one can detect when another person is present. They seemed to be comi