Chapter 969 The Dildo:>Ep 6

• Ever seen one of those movies where a couple are flirting over dinner or drinks, and suddenly there is a smash cut to the two of them practically falling through the door to a hotel room, ripping each others clothes off and generally heedless of all else?
• Yeah, I had never experienced anything like that kind of ridiculous scene, and I have had my share of spontaneous evenings. But that was what that evening felt like. One minute, we were being brought an over-sized shopping bag with two gigantic pieces of chocolate cream pie, and what felt like the very next, we were kissing in the hallway in front of her suite's door, leaning against it so that when she unlocked it, we almost literally fell into her room.
• Somewhere in the back of my mind, I marveled that an hour or so's dinner could have me more worked up than the same amount of time as foreplay. I fervently hoped the same was true for Lynda, because I intended to fuck her the instant if became physically possible.