Thread: A star is born. (angelicxdream x Wolfman)

Lance headed for the shower, his member tenting the towel. Bringing his phone along, he called the reception and asked whether Claire would be available to partner with him while rock climbing. The receptionist seemed flustered, for some reason. She was babbling on about her being off in a few hours and that she simply LOVED rock climbing and that she might stand in for Claire should she not be available. Still groggy with sleep, Lance just marveled at the service on this resort. But he insisted it be Claire that accompany him. With a hint of disappointment in her voice, Andrea acknowledged and told him she'd call Claire straight away. The shower was a raindrop model, droplets cascading all over the cubicle. It was a very different sensation from using a normal showerhead, and Lance just stood perfectly still, enjoying the sensual way the water caressed his skin. A renewed throbbing from his pecker reminded him that he had some business to attend to. He started stroking his manhood with quick businesslike tugs as he tried to conjure up images from the last time Gwen and he had been intimate. Two thoughts struck him during his little session it had been a good long while since he'd seen any action with Gwen, and Gwen kept turning into Claire in his head. This delayed his climax as he tried to force the images of the nubile temptress out of his mind. In the end he gave up, and he orgasmed with an image of Claire bucking and writhing under him as he pounded her mercilessly. Exiting the shower, he'd just toweled off his face when there was a knock on the door. Quickly wrapping his towel around him, he strode to the door and opened it up. Standing in front of him was Claire, now clad in a gray t-shirt that caressed her upper body and breasts and hanging loose from the tip of those perky tits. Her pants seemed to be painted on her and he faintly thought dear God, I hope she has panties on . His cock twitched, but not so much as to disturb the towel, thankfully. Oh, C-Claire. Come on in, I'll just be a minute. I've never tried a raindrop shower before, and I lost track of time. There was still some cum oozing from him, and he desperately hoped she didn't pick up the smell. He excused himself and rushed back into the bathroom with the words I'll only be a second over his shoulder. He quickly put on some jockey briefs, all the better to contain his cock. It seemed to have taken on a life of its own. Next followed a tighfitting black t-shirt that accentuated his sculpted torso. Quickly emerging from the bathroom, he found and donned his favourite pair of shorts, loose and baggy khaki shorts reaching to just above his knees. White ankle socks and rugged climbing shoes completed his outfit. He found his personal climbers kit and looked at Claire. We need to get you some gear. And some rope.... for climbing! he hastily added. They took the elevator down, Lance trying his best not to ogle the young beauty standing so close to him in tightfitting clothes and smelling fresh. He broke the silence So, uh, um, you like working in the hotel, huh? That was about as smooth as glued gravel, but he wanted the topics to be safe and unsexy.