Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2024 06:26:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Danielle Stefani <daniellestefani997@yahoo.com>
Subject: Danielle's Diary: Dinner by Starlight

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                               Danielle's Diary
                  The Amorous Exploits of a New Jersey T-Girl
                  -------------------------------------------
                    Episode 1: "Vacation in Atlantic City!
                       Chapter III: Dinner by Starlight"
                       by DanielleStefani997@yahoo.com
            Copyright(c)2023 Danielle Stefani, All Rights Reserved

Day 1, Continued:

	Danielle suddenly jolted awake at the loud ringing of the bedside phone.
She sat up and reached over and lifted the handset, silencing the noisy intruder
to her consciousness. She sleepily said "Hello?" and was greeted by Scott telling
her it was six o'clock.
	"Thank you, Scott."
	She replaced the receiver in its cradle and sat there for a moment,
trying to clear her head of the cobwebs that developed. Although she did have a
small power-nap, and she did feel refreshed, there still lingered a bit of
fogginess in her head. This she quickly dispelled by going into the bathroom and
washing her face with cold water. Standing naked in front of the sink, she
looked at herself in the small mirror for some minutes, contemplating the
evening ahead of her. She ran her fingers this way and that way through her
short dark hair, looking to see if she could set it in a feminine style. She had
her medium-length black wig packed with her clothes, but she thought it might be
better if she could start wearing a feminine style in her natural hair. Daniel
always kept his hair combed back, with a part down the middle. Simple but
effective, for a guy.
	Needing a few supplies, she quickly threw on a t-shirt, shorts and
sneakers and made her way down to the shop in the concourse that ran between the
lobby of the hotel and the casino. Picking out a cylindrical hair brush, a
barrette and a bottle of styling spray, she bought the items with a quick
swipe of her bank card.
	Returning to her room, she kicked off her sneakers and shook off her
clothes. Holding onto the hair accessories, she grabbed a handful of cosmetics
and made her way back into the bathroom.
	Once again in front of the mirror, she began to tease and flip her hair
in different directions, until she came upon a style that she thought was
feminine, yet one that she liked.  Spritzing a bit of the styling liquid on her
head, she twirled and pulled on different pieces of hair with the round brush.
After several minutes of shaping and patting, she applied one final mist of hair
spray. Looking at the end result, she was happy; she had most of her hair combed
over the top of her head and down the left side, ending just below her ear. Her
hair did not quite cover her eyes, but a slight shift of the hair frontward
would give her that sultry look, if she desired. The rest of her hair was parted
along the right side of her head, with the barrette fastened firmly in the small
tuft of short hair that rested gently above her right ear.
	Picking up the mascara, she started applying her makeup, from the eyes
outward. After a medium layer of black mascara and eyeliner, she chose a pad of
smoky powder for her eyeshadow. Next came a light coating of blush, to highlight
her cheekbones. Then she moved to the final step: her lips. Using a brush-on lip
color, she gently but carefully traced the outline of her lips with the dark red
shade. She finished this step by spreading more of the red liquid around the
rest of her mouth. Waiting a minute for the red to dry, she then opened the end
of the tube that held the gloss. Brushing the sticky formula around her mouth,
she was finally ready to finish her transformation. But before she left the
bathroom, she stood transfixed, mesmerized by the sight of herself in the
mirror. She was surprised, almost shocked, at the beautiful face that looked
back at her. Sure, she'd applied makeup in the past, but never with as good as a
result as what she was seeing this time. Maybe it had to do with the fact she
was making herself pretty for a special man; most of the men she'd been with
previously didn't worry about such things, therefore, she hadn't been concerned
with applying makeup perfectly in those situations. This wonderful man she was
seeing tonight was different, maybe Jason would be more than just a 'one-
nighter'.
	Realizing she'd just spent nearly ten minutes admiring herself, she
shook herself out of her trance and rushed into the room. Jason would be ending
his shift in thirty minutes and she wanted things ready. Sitting on the edge of
the bed, she picked up the phone and dialed room service.
	"Hi, this is Danielle in 2939. I'd like to order dinner, please. Would I
be able to have that delivered at a specific time?...Great, would seven-fifteen
be okay? Thank you."
	Waiting for the operator to be ready, she quickly scanned the menu.
	"I'd like the New York strip steak with mushrooms, please. Baked
potato...butter. Sautéed green beans and Caesar's salad...Italian. I'll need
that order for two people, please."
	Scanning the drinks list while the operator read back her order, she
said, "That's correct. And can I have a bottle of Valpolicella, chilled?"
	After a pause, her order was confirmed for two at 7:15.
	"Thank you," she said pleasantly.
	Hanging up the phone and still naked, she went around the room, tidying
up the small mess she'd made earlier with her clothes and sneakers. She moved
the small table and positioned it in front of the window so her dinner with
Jason could overlook the darkening skyline of the city. It wasn't quite dark
yet, but lights began popping on in different locations anyway. She thought
soon, the city would look like a blanket of twinkling stars against a sea of
black.
	That thought inspired her to decide on the outfit she'd wear for the
evening. Chuckling to herself for the sudden flash of 'genius', she pulled out a
bra and panties, a pair of thigh high stockings and sexy 4.5-inch-heel suede
pumps, all black. She put her legs through the sheer panties, adorned with small
rhinestones, and slid them up her bare legs, pulling them up over her smooth ass
and semi-hard cock. The bikini-style panties were just large enough to keep her
cock resting slightly to the right, snugly in place. She wasn't a girl to tuck
or hide away her cock...where was the fun in that?  Next, she put her arms
through the loops in her bra and reached around to fasten the clasp. It took
several tries, but she eventually had the bra clasped. Adjusting the wire-less
cups around her very small breasts, she saw on the clock that Jason would be
arriving in less than ten minutes.
	Sitting on the bed, she opened the package that had her stocking
selection inside. Opening the plastic wrapping, she took one of the silky nylons
and carefully bunched it up and dipped her toes in the sexy enclosure. Gently
drawing the stocking around her foot, she felt a tingle in her cock. She loved
how slipping stockings over her soft feet made her feel, but she had to put
those feelings aside; she had to be ready when Jason knocked on the door.
Pulling the nylon up her leg and over her thigh, she adjusted the rose-patterned
lace top evenly. She repeated the process with the left stocking, once again,
finding it difficult to put aside the arousal that the stockings were giving
her. Once her stockings were in place, she stood up and made sure the lace tops
were smooth and even. For a moment, she admired the way the stockings looked on
her; dark enough to be sexy and alluring, yet sheer enough so her polished toes
glistened in the light. Slipping her feet, right first, into the sexy shoes, she
contemplated what she'd wear to finish her outfit.
	She hadn't yet had time to unpack, so she looked through her bag and saw
exactly what she wanted. Smiling broadly to herself, she pulled out the black
garment: a short black satin robe. She thought for a moment about wearing the
matching nightie, but she wanted to be exceptionally sexy for Jason. Putting her
arms through the sheer sleeves, she drew the garment around herself and closed
it, lightly tying it with the attached satin belt. Taking one final inspection
of herself in the tall mirror that hung on the inside of the closet door, she
saw that everything was in place. The robe hung down to only mid-thigh, just
showing a peek of the rose pattern of her stockings. She was dressed, albeit
sexily, but still presentable when dinner would be delivered. Whether it was the
bellhop with the food cart, or just passersby in the hallway, they'd only see a
sexy-dressed woman, but revealing nothing.
	Three soft taps on the door told her it was just after 7.
	Looking quietly out the peephole, she saw Jason standing there. Feeling
playful, she asked, "Who is it?"
	She saw that he got momentarily puzzled and then heard, "It's Jason."
	"Jason who?"
	She now saw the grin on his face and she knew that he realized she was
playing with him.
	"Uh, Jason-who-will-not-kill-any-giants-for-you-if-you're-in-distress-
unless-you-open-this-door," he said emphatically.
	She giggled and opened the door slightly, still peeping through the
hole. The look of confusion returned to his face.
	"Close your eyes," she said.
	"Close-"
	"I didn't stutter. They closed?" she asked, opening the door slowly,
peering around the edge. "No peeking," she said, taking him by the shoulders and
leading him into the room. "If you peek, I'll throw you down the elevator
shaft."
	"Uh...okay."
	After closing the door behind them, she guided him to the bathroom.
	"Where are-"
	"Shush. You're in the bathroom. Open your eyes only after I've closed
the door. Shower and wash the day off of you. Don't come out before seven-
twenty. And when you do come out, don't be wearing anything except the hotel
robe that's on the door."
	"Um...yes, Ma'am."
	She patted him playfully on the ass and closed the door between them.
Moments later she heard the shower come to life. Reaching in her bag for the
final touch to her makeover, she pulled out a small bottle of Illuminum perfume.
She hadn't used it earlier as she didn't want Jason to get any kind of
indication as to what she was up to. She spent just a moment lightly spraying
the White Gardenia Petals on the right side of her neck, a small touch in her
very slight but sexy cleavage and another small spritz on the inside of her left
wrist. Rubbing both wrists together to spread the fragrance, she set the bottle
down on the bedside table and pulled a 10-dollar bill from her wallet that was
in the table drawer. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she folded and tucked the
bill in a bra cup and waited for dinner to arrive.
	She chuckled to herself as she sat there for some minutes listening to
Jason humming in the shower. A few moments later there was a series of knocks on
the door. She was on her feet and halfway to the door before the knocking
stopped. Looking through the peephole once again, she saw a young man dressed
similarly to how Jason had been, leaning on a silver service cart.
	Opening the door, she said, "Hi, please come in."
	Holding the door open and standing aside for the young man, he rolled
the cart into the room, almost tripping on himself as he did a double-take when
he saw her. Regaining his composure quickly, he positioned the cart next to the
table.
	"Would you like me to set up, Miss?"
	"Please," she said, closing the door gently and walking over to him.
	She watched him expertly set the table of all the dishes and containers.
She also noticed how he frequently looked over to check her out, mostly her
legs. But she was fairly certain that he had seen things wilder than just
someone in sexy lingerie. And she noticed his attention shifted momentarily as
they heard whistling coming from the bathroom.
	"What's your name, honey?" she asked. Even though she could read his
name tag, she felt it was more personal to ask.
	"Brian, Miss."
	He finished arranging the table.
	"I appreciate your help, Brian."
	Taking another good look at Danielle, he asked, "Would you like me to
open the wine for you?"
	"Yes, thank you," she said, smiling at him.
	In seconds he had the cork skillfully removed from the bottle. Placing
the bottle down on the table, he handed the cork to Danielle.
	"Will there be anything else, Miss?" he asked.
	"Just this, honey," she said as she reached into her robe. Brian watched
every move she made as he saw her fingers disappear for a moment inside her
garment. Seeing a hint of her lace-trimmed bra, he watched as she pulled the
folded bill out and hand it to him. He could feel the warmth of the bill from
the contact it had with her body.
	"Thank you, Miss."
	Tossing the cork onto the cart, she placed an arm around him gently and
escorted him toward the door.
	He said: "When you're done with dinner, just put everything on the cart
and roll it into the hall. One of the maintenance people will come by and
collect it."
	"Great."
	"Enjoy your dinner, Miss."
	"Thank you, Brian. And good night," she said to him, placing the 'Do Not
Disturb' sign on the door handle and quietly closing the door as he walked down
the corridor.
	Knowing it would only be moments before Jason was finished with his
shower, Danielle rolled the cart toward the door and parked it out of their way.
Hearing the water being turned off, she untied her robe and then quickly set up
her phone and portable dock on the side of the dinner table. In seconds, she
selected her 'Romantic Music' playlist and soft jazz sounds emanated from the
small speaker set.
	Seconds later she heard the bathroom door open and she whirled around,
wanting very much to be facing Jason when he first saw her.
	Noticing the cart as he exited the bathroom, wearing only the hotel
bathrobe, he said, "I thought I heard-"
	His words stopped as abruptly as his movement when he saw Danielle
leaning slightly against the dinner table, one leg extended a little out in
front of her, the other leg set back, bent slightly at the knee. For several
moments, he stood there motionless, drinking in her beauty: her styled hair,
almost covering an eye. The sultry look she'd given her eyes with the makeup.
Her mouth, red and glistening. The satin robe which hung open, showing the sexy
ensemble of lace bra and sheer panties that she'd chosen. He felt himself
stirring as he noticed a hint of her semi-hard cock through the panties.  He
looked at her long, slim legs, from the top of her hose to the tip of her heels.
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And she was positively
glowing, not only from the soft light that shone from the bedside lamp, but also
from the fact that she was free to be her true self. Finally, he managed to
compose himself and continue to approach her.
	"Jesus, Danielle, you're stunning," he said, sounding out of breath as
his heart beat a mile a minute.
	She whispered a 'thank you' as she blushed and cast her eyes downward
momentarily. She looked back up to him in time to see him lean in. She drew him
in and he leaned close and placed a soft kiss on her neck, catching a hint of
her perfume.
	"My God, Danielle, you smell gorgeous."
	Drawing back, he looked deep in her hazel eyes. Seeing his face inch
closer, she closed her eyes and felt his lips press softly against hers.
Wrapping her arms around him, she felt him envelop her, his arms firmly over
hers and around her back, feeling his heat through his robe. She parted her lips
slightly, inviting him in for a more intimate kiss. A moment later, their
tongues touched softly, lovingly, flicking and rubbing together. She felt his
hardness rise in between her legs and she smiled, breaking the kiss.
	"Sir, I invited you to dinner, remember?" she asked, grinning.
	"Right, yes you did," he said, taking his arms from around her, smiling
devilishly at her.
	After helping Danielle with her chair, he seated himself across from
her. Picking up the wine bottle, he poured a generous amount for each of them as
Danielle removed the lids from the serving dishes. Succulent aromas wafted up
between them from the steak and vegetables. Raising her glass to Jason, he
copied her gesture and they softly clinked their glasses together.
	"To you, Danielle," he said warmly.
	"Thank you, honey. But would it be too clichéd to say 'to us'?" she
asked, smiling over the rim of her glass.
	"Not at all," he chuckled.
	Taking a long sip of the cool liquid, Danielle savored the taste of the
Italian wine. "Mmm, this is terrific."
	"It is a great choice. I'll have to remember it," he said, cutting into
his steak.
	They mixed small talk with dinner; Danielle mentioning she was in town
for the next six days for sex and fun and Jason telling her about a big job
interview he'd have the following day. They each enjoyed the meal immensely, not
only because the food was excellent, but because the companionship was beyond
compare. Occasionally he would reach across the table and caress one of her
hands; occasionally she would slip a nylon-encased foot out from her shoe and
rub it on his leg, thigh and cock.
	"Dinner was wonderful," he said, pouring them more wine.
	"It was. Shall we relax on the bed?" she asked, slipping her feet back
into her shoes, smiling at him again.
	"Sure. I wish I could stay the night with you," he said, climbing on the
bed, robe open. "But I have to get up early and make sure I'm completely ready
for my interview," he concluded, leaning back on the pillows he piled up against
the headboard.
	Getting on the bed, Danielle lay down next to him on her back leaning
against him, nestled in between his right arm and torso. She placed her head
gently on his shoulder and laid her left forearm down along his abdomen. Her
hand rested on his upper thigh, inches away from his semi-hard cock. Sipping the
wine, she asked, "What's the job for, sweetie?"
	"Shift Manager, at a rival hotel. Shhh," he chuckled.
	She did as well. "I promise to keep your secret," she said before
finishing the rest of her wine.
	"It's an overnight position, but it's definitely a step up from bellhop.
A big step. I've been in the industry eight years; started in the laundry room.
Last four years served as a bellhop."
	She turned to look up at him. "Good luck, honey."
	As his way of saying 'thanks', he leaned down and kissed her moist,
wine-flavored lips. Letting the empty glass settle on the bed, she reached up
with her right hand and ran it through his wavy hair. He cupped her face gently
in one hand while pressing the other against her side, pulling her into him
further. As their tongues met and attacked one another, she brushed her left
hand across his manhood. Feeling it twitch at her touch, she took hold of his
semi-hard cock and squeezed gently. Moving his hand from her side, he cupped one
of her tiny, bra-covered breasts. They both moaned into each other's mouth,
enjoying the sensations they were mutually feeling.
	Rising on his knees, Jason shook himself out of the robe, tossing it on
the floor and putting the wine glasses on the nightstand. His cock, almost at
full hardness, stuck out and pointed hotly at Danielle, as if it knew what was
coming.
	And come it did. Raising herself up on an elbow, she leaned in and
engulfed his gorgeous cock with her hot mouth. Feeling his hands caress and pet
her head made her start to get wet. Reaching up with her free hand, she tickled
his balls with her fingertips as she licked, sucked and slurped his member.
	"Mmm, your mouth feels so good, baby."
	Encouraged by his compliment, Danielle pushed her head forward until his
cockhead was poking the back of her throat. She then started a slow bob up and
down on him. Moving her free hand to his ass, she could feel his ass muscles
tighten each time he pushed forward in her mouth. Her sucking action got his
precum flowing and she could taste it on her tongue. Flicking and rubbing
her tongue around his rigid cockhead, she felt him reach down and rub the front
of her panties, in turn causing her to moan around his cock.
	Cupping her chin in his hand, he gently pulled her mouth off his cock.
Leaning down and kissing her wet mouth, he nudged her backward until she was
lying down on the bed.
	"Let's get these off you, baby," he said, reaching down and tugging her
panties down around her ass and thighs to her knees.
	She shimmied the panties down around her ankles as Jason, facing her
feet, straddled her head, his cock once again coming to rest on her lips.
Managing to get a foot out of the panties, Danielle spread her legs wide for him
as the panties hung sexily off her left ankle. Grabbing his ass and pulling him
down, his cock invaded her oral cavity. She sucked him in as he kissed all over
her cock and balls. Lifting her legs in the air, her panties hanging obscenely
from her ankle, she felt him tongue her tight, puckered hole.  She welcomed his
pumping cock in her mouth and throat as he tongued and poked her asshole.
Alternating between his tongue and a finger, Jason teased her hole, feeling
Danielle clench around his finger and then sensing her loosen when he used his
tongue.
	Taking his cock out of her mouth briefly, she said, "Oo, baby, put your
tongue back in me," humping her ass toward his mouth as he again assaulted her
tingling asshole with his flicking tongue, pausing occasionally to push it in
her needy opening.
	Feeling himself coming closer to orgasm, he pulled his cock out of her
sucking mouth and shifted his position so he could kiss her hot lips again. She
panted heavily as she kissed him, taking hold of his sides and moving him so he
was now lying directly on her, her legs lewdly wrapped around his thighs. They
lay together in that position for several minutes; he wanted to back off from
cumming too soon, she wanted to feel his weight as well as his lips on her.
	Momentarily breaking the kiss and looking deeply into his eyes, she said
breathlessly, "Make love to me, darling."
	Jason raised his hips slightly and reached down and took hold of his
rock-hard cock and placed it at the entrance of her pulsating hole. Between the
licking and slurping Danielle gave his cock and the tongue-fucking he'd done to
her asshole, they were both wet enough for him to press himself forward into her
hot love tunnel.  With a sharp intake of breath, she felt him invade her insides
balls-deep. She felt his cock throb a few times way up inside her tummy before
he pulled out part way and began a steady in-and-out motion. Tightening her legs
around his thighs, she held his upper body close to hers and felt his breath on
her neck. In moments, she was torn between the feeling his pistoning cock was
giving her asshole and the tingling he was causing by nibbling and sucking her
neck. She moaned loudly as she ran a hand through his hair, pressing his mouth
harder on her neck; the sensation was driving her wild.
	"Oh, fuck," she said, "don't stop, baby. Bite my neck, suck it," she
said breathlessly.
	Taking his mouth off for a moment, but not stopping his pumping of her
asshole, he said, "I might leave a mark."
	"I don't fucking care," she said, pressing his face hard into her neck.
	She felt his lips and tongue suck on the sensitive area of her neck. She
gasped and moaned as his teeth bit firmly into her skin. Alternating between
sucking and biting, Jason increased the pace of his assault on her fuckhole.
Danielle held him tight, both with her legs around his thighs and with her arms
around his back. He was getting close; this wild creature underneath him was
giving him pleasure he rarely experienced. He knew it and he told her.
	"Baby, I...you're so hot...gonna cum...," he panted into her neck.
	"Yes...cum in me, darling," she panted in return.
	With one final thrust into her quivering body, Jason unloaded his
boiling semen deep inside her. Gasping and moaning simultaneously, Danielle
looked deep into Jason's eyes as she felt his seed scorch her love tunnel. Their
lips touched and they breathed into each other's mouth as his cum filled her;
their panting soon slowing as he came down from his orgasm. She ran a hand
through his hair as he placed soft kisses all over her lips and face. Her other
hand held him firmly on top of her; his weight was making it a bit hard to
breathe, but she didn't care. She loved the closeness they were sharing.
	He looked in her eyes and thought he saw love; she, in turn, saw the
possibility in his eyes.
	He shifted his weight to his right. Doing so, Danielle felt his
softening cock slip out of her used asshole, along with some of his sperm.
	"No, don't go yet. Please."
	"Not yet. But I don't want you to die of suffocation," he said smiling.
	She giggled and turned slightly on her left, keeping one leg draped over
his thighs. They exchanged small kisses and caresses; moments later his hand
covered her semi-soft cock.
	"You didn't cum yet, baby. I'm sorry, I couldn't hold-"
	She shushed him with a finger over his lips. "It's okay, it was
wonderful," she said, looking in his eyes.
	"You're amazing. You had me so hot, I couldn't help it."
	"I'm not complaining," she said, giving his lips soft kisses.
	"Well, you're going to cum, too. I'm not leaving 'til you do," he said,
pushing her back down on the bed.
	 Raising himself above her, he leaned over and placed a deep kiss on the
head of her cock, feeling it stir with the contact. Moving lower, he made a
trail of kisses down her left thigh, peeling her stocking down as he kissed her
smooth skin. Moaning more, she felt his lips and tongue trail over her knee and
down her leg, preceded by the slight tickle of the nylon as it was peeled off
her. He slipped off her shoe and traced his tongue around her ankle, licking at
the delicate bones before slipping the stocking completely off her foot.
Danielle moaned as his lips left kiss after kiss along the top of her foot.
Jason sat himself at her feet and raised her foot high enough so he could kiss
the ball of her foot. His mouth kissed, licked and nibbled along her instep and
sole. He traced the tip of his tongue along the slight lines and wrinkles of her
sole, ending up at her luscious toes. She moaned loudly as she felt his mouth
close over her smallest two toes; the gentle sucking he did sent tingles from
her toes to her cock. He continued to drive her further into ecstasy by sucking
each toe and tracing his tongue around and in-between each one. By the time he
had reached her big toe, she had started rubbing herself, her cock coming to
full-hardness with all the sensations she was feeling.
	As she lay there panting and stroking, he placed her left foot gently on
the bed and moved up and started the process again, but on her right thigh.
Again peeling the stocking off her leg and slipping off her shoe, he bathed her
foot in a slight film of saliva. As he licked and sucked and made love to each
of her succulent toes, she stroked her hard cock feverishly. She was so aroused;
he noticed that precum had started to ooze out of her cock.
	Laying back down at her right side, he nuzzled his mouth at the same
sensitive spot on her neck that he had earlier, once again kissing and sucking.
She was nearly out of breath with pleasure as he pushed her hand off her cock
and grasped her firmly in his own and continued stroking. Wave after wave of
intense pleasure was taking control of her as his pumping hand spread her precum
all over her cock, bringing her closer to climax.
	She gasped with a sudden intake of breath as he bit her neck firmly. She
held her breath as she tensed up; her back arched, her legs stretched and she
grabbed handfuls of the bedsheet in her tightly-clenched fists. Her entire
universe exploded as she moaned loudly in ecstasy as her cock erupted, sending
rope after rope of her molten fluid spraying everywhere. Jason looked down to
watch her ejaculate; her cock spasming and her pretty red-polished toes flexing
and curling with each spurt. Her cum shot upward; her thrusts and gyrations
making it land on her tummy and thighs, as well as his hand.
	With the final spurt of her orgasm, which was no more than a dribble of
fluid, her entire body released its tension and she lay there, panting heavily
and unable to move. Although she was no longer clutching the sheets, they held
the scrunched shape because she had grasped so tightly. In her sensory overload,
she didn't feel Jason lean over and take her softening cock into his mouth,
sucking off her juices. He did his best to lick all of her cum off her body and
his hand. With some of her cum still remaining on his lips, he turned her face
to him and he placed a soft kiss on her lips, glazing her lips with a thin film
of her own cum. He lay there for some time watching her, her breathing returning
to normal. Her orgasm so powerful, that she lapsed into unconsciousness; though
he surmised correctly that she was so overwhelmed by her orgasm, she had no
energy left, so she fell asleep swiftly.

	She felt something on her face. Some 'things', actually. Sleepily
opening her eyes, she found Jason looking down at her, placing kisses on her
face. She smiled gently at him and saw that he had gotten dressed and tucked her
in bed.
	"It's midnight, baby. I have to leave."
	"I know," she said softly.
	"Next time, I'll stay the whole night with you," he said, smiling.
	She started moving the covers but he stopped her. "I can let myself
out."
	"It's not that, I need to shower-"
	It was his turn to shush her with his finger over her lips. "I took care
of that. I cleaned you off. We do have washcloths in this hotel." He smiled.
	She giggled and rested her head back on the pillow. Jason leaned in for
one last, deep kiss. "Good night, Danielle. Sleep well."
	"Good night, my love."
	He kissed her lips one more time, turned out the bedside lamp and walked
out the door.
	She was asleep and dreaming beautiful things not long after the door
closed behind him.


To be continued... :)

Look for it, coming soon!

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Here are the stories in Danielle's Universe:

Episode 01: "Vacation in Atlantic City!"
	      - I: The Train Ride to Atlantic City
	      - II: Check-In

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