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started screaming his name and clawing at his back. I heard him grunt with me and then slam inside of me. I could feel him twitching with each stream of cum that rushed out of his body.
    When my orgasm finally released me from its grasp he pulled out of me and slid off the condom. He tossed it at the trash can and plopped down on the bed next to me. I was exhausted, happy, and satisfied. I’m sure that he felt that same way as I did. “That was amazing.” I told him.
    “I know. It was intense.” He lay there next to me, covered in a thin cover of sweat. “I need a shower.” He climbed off the bed, “Would you care to join me?”
    I quickly removed my dress and stockings and folded them neatly on a chair. “I would love to.” I told him as I swayed into the bathroom. He followed me with a naughty smile on his face.
     

#Chapter5
     
    “ I don’t usually get this kind of quality stuff in my real life.”
    Maria
     
    After our shower we sat on the bed naked. I was still intrigued about his British roots. “What do you like about London?” I asked him.
    “It’s hard to explain. The atmosphere is a lot different than New York.  There are good points and bad points about London. The underground is awful compared to your metro system. But I think London people are more friendly then those from New York. Do you know what I’m talking about?”
    “ Yeah, New York is kind of heartless town.” I laughed at the honesty of his statement.
    “ I am fairly fond of a young woman I met in New York, however.” He was joking with me.
    “ So what kind of websites do you build?” He asked me.
    “ Mostly personal websites, blogs and home businesses and things like that. It’s kind of hard to explain my market, but I don’t work for big business.” I continued my explanation after I adjusted my position. “I love my work, and the fact that I don’t have to work with a heartless corporation is amazing. I make less money that way, but I’m a lot happier with my life.”
    “ That makes sense. I love your passion and your dedication, always good to meet a lady with drive.” He smiled at me.
    “ What you do is fascinating also. Tell me how do you make so much money as a blogger. This hotel can’t be cheap.”
    “ I get discounts because I write a travel blog.” He explained. “I also hardly ever take a real holiday, sorry vacation, so I’ve saved up a little money.”
    “ That makes sense.”
    “ What do you do in this city for fun?” He asked me.
    “ Mostly hang out with friends. We go to clubs or see a movie. One time we went to play laser tag, but no one thought it was that exciting.”
    “ That sounds wonderful. We used to have a laser tag in London but it was called something else. They all shut down though. ” He told me. It seemed like he was actually interested in what I had to say. I didn’t think stuff like that would interest the man.
    “ We also do a lot of shopping. I have a weakness for little black dresses and shoes.” I confessed. I didn’t know why I confessed this to him, but I felt really close to him at that moment.
    He laughed again. The laughter that flowed from him made his eyes sparkle in the dim light that filtered in from the living area and the bathroom. “I love your taste. You should be involved in fashion.”
    “Be careful, flattery might get you in trouble.”
    “ What kind of trouble is that?”
    “ The same kind of trouble the strawberries got you in.”
    “ The strawberry, that reminds me, would you like some champagne now?”
    “ Yeah, I think I would.”
    He walked to the living area and brought in the tray that they had left in the room. The ice was starting to melt in the bucket as he pulled the bottle out and popped the cork out of the sparkling wine. I  dodged the spray and he managed to miss the bed. We laughed together and he poured two glasses of the light pink drink.
    “To new lovers.” He toasted.
    “ To vacations, sorry holidays, and taking the road