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"I'll suck your balls dry if you have an 8"+ cock."

I invited her to a chat and she accepted.

"You're up late," I started.

"Yep, just got off work. My feet and calves are killing me. How come you're up?" she asked.

"Just got back from "The Beach"," I told her.

"The Beach ... that flight must have sucked!" she replied.

"No," I said, "The Beach nightclub. I was dancing until 2am. Just winding down."

We clicked immediately and we wandered into a playful conversation of wit and charm that was so much fun, neither of us wanted to stop. We IM'd for the next 1-1/2 hrs until 4am.

But, something happens to the brain at 4am, where all the body's forces are screaming SLEEP!! We both started to fade.

"I've really got to go now and get SOME sleep tonight ... I have to be up at 6am!" she said.

"Yea, me too," I replied.

"When are you leaving Vegas?" she asked.

"I'm on a plane tomorrow night .. bummer, eh? Sounds like we could have had a blast together," I replied, "and you're in BAD need of a GREAT foot massage <g>."

"Yes, I think so too ... and YES I really could use a massage," she replied. "How about tomorrow during the day? I'm free after I drop off my kids at school. Give me a call in the morning."

I got her phone number and we both signed off. If I wasn't so exhausted, I don't think I would have gotten a second of sleep that night in anticipation of the next day.

I called her at about 9:30am. It was exciting to hear her voice. Her voice was war, unaffected by smoking or "trying" to be sexy, just simply pleasant. I invited her over to my suite for the promised massage at 11am and she agreed to bring over some massage oil or baby oil. I called the front desk and arranged for a late check out at 1pm.

I told my coworkers that I had an off-site meeting from 11am-1pm. This wasn't unusual and it didn't raise even an eyebrow. I made it back to my room and awaited my "client".

She arrived at my suite several minutes late. She apologized, saying that traffic was worse than she anticipated. I thought it was very sweet that she had the politeness to offer an apology and it was consistent with the mature, intelligent woman I got to know online just 7 hours ago.

She was very attractive, but not a raging beauty. She was taller than my wife and thicker all over at about 5'7" and probably 140 pounds. She had curly brown hair that stiffly flowed to her shoulders and very pleasant eyes and complexion. Her shape was proportionate and curvy in a classic sense. She wore a tailored, white silk, short-sleeved button-down blouse, which was only unbuttoned 1 or 2 buttons from the top and one button from the bottom, much as a professional woman might loosen up after a hard day's work. Her blouse was un-tucked and hug suspended off her beautiful chest. Where her shirt overlaid her chest, I could make out the delicate lacy pattern of her bra and where her breasts slightly overflowed the cups. On her bottom, she wore a tailored black slit skirt, which hugged her hips beautifully and ended tastefully above the knee. She wore stockings and as I noticed the faint outline of a garter belt through the silky skirt along the top of her thighs. She wore high healed shoes which raised her round ass out beyond her blouse and complemented the rest of her outfit perfectly. She held a small, dark purple velour bag in her hand that was closed by a golden drawl string at the top. She simply looked like a classy, sexy lady.