Just as Claire had said in her phone text to me, the room key was waiting for me at the front desk of the Hilton. I took the elevator to the eighth floor, a twenty-something blonde woman wearing a robe rode with me but got off on the pool level. I wondered if she could pick up the scent of my pussy. I was that turned on in anticipation of spending a night with Claire, the hot teen girl I had fucked in a restaurant washroo...