Summer Holiday/Spain Day 3 Susie back to my hotel

Susie was petty drunk, and she could hardly stand up on her own - her four inch heels not helping at all. When we got outside, she draped her arms round my neck and gave me a sloppy kiss. "My savoir," she said.

"I'm supposed to be your brother," I replied with a grin.

She giggled. "You should be so lucky," she said. "I need a good fuck; can we go to your place?"

I had to practically carry her to the taxi rank and poured her into the back. No sooner were we moving, than she was groping my groin. I helped her extract my cock and she pounced on it like a hungry baby on a tit. The taxi driver had a good view in his mirror and he had to swerve a couple of times to avoid crashing. Eventually we stopped outside my hotel and she sat up. I forced my cock back into my trousers, being very careful with the zip; I didn’t want any accidents at this stage and the taxi driver was grinning all over his face when I paid him, even though I stiffed him for the tip.

The lobby was empty apart from a family with three tired-looking kids arguing with the receptionist and no one paid us any attention as we made our way to my room. As soon as we got through the door, Susie headed straight for the bathroom and I heard retching noises, so I decided to leave her to it. The girl who came out, barefoot and wearing a hotel robe looked totally different from the girl who went in. For a start, she seemed to have lost several years off her age; being four inches shorter may have had something to do with it, but it was mainly that she’d managed to remove nearly all her makeup, leaving only a little colour around her eyes. I revised my original estimates of her age down by two or three years.

How old are you," I asked.

"Why? Wont you fuck me if I'm under age," she said as she slipped off the robe, revealing a slim, tanned body and a really nice pair of tiny tits. She giggled and climbed into my bed.

"What makes you think your being under age would put me off," I said.

I hesitated a little before kissing her; remembering the retching noises, but was relieved to discover that she’d found my peppermint mouthwash. I was still dressed and I needed a pee, so I went into the bathroom to resolve both problems. I also dug out a couple of condoms from my wash bag.

When I got back into the bedroom, she was fast asleep, curled up with her thumb in her mouth. I didn't have the heart to wake her, so I slipped in behind her and fell asleep, spooned behind her.

What do you do?

One has to do something with that morning wood

Wake up to an empty bed