1. Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality


    Date: 3/31/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 69.2, Source: sexstories.com

    Jeannie is Chinese/Vietnamese make up artist, fashion expert, and TV personality. She is 33, divorced and is 5' 4" tall and petite. Her phone blinked from the desk and she snatched it up, her heart pounding. Was this John Malone? She glances at the time: twelve past two. What time had I said i would meet her? She unlocked her phone. An email. Great. Because prepping for this meeting had just left her tired. She let out a breath and went to her conversation with me. Scrolling through, she confirms what she had already known: I would be there between 3pm and 7pm... She assumes that because I had rented the hotel room and she had managed to get in, that I must definitely be coming. I had not yet messaged her today, and the possibility that I would stand her up lingers in her mind; it would not be the first time she is prepped for a meeting, only for it to be cancelled. She tosses her phone on the bed, letting her towel drop. From her purse she retrieves her chap stick and ritually applies a smooth layer to her lips; she rubs her lips together, the action soothing her. She drops both the purse and chap stick on the nightstand and sat naked on the bed, her mind wandering again. Perhaps music will keep her sane. She picks up her phone and with a few quick taps it is quietly singing at her side. She got up, unleashing her hair from the towel and picking up the second one from the floor. Dutifully, she returns them to the bathroom, which has begun to cool down, the mirror clearing ...
    up. From her toiletries bag she picks up her toothbrush and paste. A button turns on the buzzing function on her brush, reminding her of the vibrator she has stashed away in her bag. I requested she bring it, adding that I would be bringing toys of my own. She brushes her teeth, rinses her mouth, and sets her belongings to the side of the counter. She picks up the last little bottle from her bag and from it squeezesa dime-sized drop of thick, clear liquid into her palm. She rubs her hands together and then coats her hair in the stuff, raking her fingers between the locks and ensuring even application. When she finishes she shook her hair slightly, letting her hair fall naturally. She smiles at herself, and then returns to the bedroom, basically dry. She picks up the panties and sliding them on, taking time to adjust them. The lace stretches over her ass, tucking between her cheeks and hugging tightly to her as she smooths it down across her hips. The nightgown is next, and she inspects it before putting it on. This didn't leave much to the imagination. The cups are black with blue lace overlaid, which continues down to create a little dress, finished by black lace hem. The straps are removable, attaching in front with a simple hook. The back had a keyhole cut out, pulled together by the band that created the bra. Perhaps not her style (she rarely, if ever, slept in clothing) but sexy nonetheless. She is sure I will enjoy it. She steps into the lace, fitting her breasts into the ...
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