Lying here on this hotel sofa, the room smells like fresh sheets and that faint hint of conference coffee from down the hall. My guy’s been gone all morning, buried in meetings, leaving me with nothing but time and this ache building between my legs. I’ve got my blue button-down half-open, just grazing my small tits, panties clinging to my thick ass, and these white crew socks pulled up snug – perfect for rubbing against something warm and hard. My braces catch the light as I smile to myself, thinking about you. Yeah, you – the one reading this right now. Imagine slipping past the door, quiet as can be,…