When I arrived, I looked first for Brazil, and then for Victoria. Brazil was nowhere to be found, but Victoria was in plain view, wearing a sky blue dress with matching colored heels and purse. Her hair was combed out long with full, dark body. She spotted me and smiled, glowing like a virgin.

“Hey, Terrance,” she called to me.

Among the weary, nighttime travelers, Victoria stood out like a lightbulb.

“Hey,” I spoke back to her.

As we approached each other, I thought about the hug that was forthcoming. How comfortable would I feel about that out in public?

Well, Victoria wrapped her arms around me with no shame and squeezed me hard. Then she whispered into my ear.

“I did what you told me to. Wanna test and see?”

Boy, my dick was ready to jump out of my pants and pound her right there in the airport, but I had to keep my cool.

I chuckled and said, “Nah, not here. But I’ll be testing you soon enough.”

She said, “I can’t wait,” and went to grab my bag.

“I got that, I’m good,” I told her. “You just walk with me and look pretty.”

She smiled and asked, “Are you sure? I mean, I don’t mind it.”

She was really eager to please me, even while wearing her clingy dress and heels.

“Yeah, I’m positive. So, which way is the shuttle?”

“This way.”

I followed her out of the airport terminal, watching everyone who watched us. We were generating a lot of attention, and I didn’t even have a limo out there waiting. Fortunately, the hotel shuttle pulled up right as we made it to the stop. I jumped on after Victoria and put my bag up on the luggage rack before sitting down next to her. There was no one on the shuttle but us, so I felt open to flirt again.

“How was your flight?” she asked me.

“Not as good as it’s gonna get,” I told her. Then I checked for her panty line along the hips of her dress.

She chuckled and asked me, “Did you find anything?”

“Not yet,” I told her.

“You won’t. I have another surprise for you, too.”

She gently took my hand and rubbed it across her braless titties. “You feel that?”

I just laughed. Victoria was following instructions well, and I couldn’t wait to get her to the room.

“So, what does the room look like?” I asked her.

“It’s nice and comfortable; office space, king-size bed, separate shower and bath, airport view, nonsmoking.”

I grinned. “Sounds like you work there.”

“I’m just very detail-oriented. It’s part of my job.”

“I see.”

We pulled up to the hotel and hopped off the shuttle bus.

“You all have a good night now,” the elderly driver told us.

Victoria beat me to the response. “Same to you.”

“What floor are we on?” I asked her as we entered the hotel lobby.

“The eighth.”

All of a sudden, she reached over to my cell phone on my hip and pulled it out to see if it was on.