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  He had dark hair and a slight build looking to be squirting female orgasms a about the same age as me. He was interesting and I found myself idly wondering if he squirting female orgasms was a guest and on his own. I glanced at my watch and realised that dinner was not far off and I wanted to freshen up first. I just about had time, so I picked up my things and went to my room. As squirting female orgasms I changed for dinner I started to put on squirting female orgasms my trousers, well jeans really, then changed my mind.
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Thinking of the stranger, maybe, I put squirting female orgasms on a slightly aughty but nice skirt, blouse and stockings instead - I giggled a bit as I thought of the possibilities, then told myself to ehave. Then thought again that perhaps my chance to open things up a little might occur. Humming squirting female orgasms to myself I made my way to the bar to have a drink before dinner. I watched him in the mirror behind the bar as he came into the room.
 
   
   
 
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He looked rather nice, he looked round at the three or four other groups of dinner guests, then at me. I watched as he studied me, then came on into the room and made his way to the bar beside me squirting female orgasms. I wondered would he make the first move, or would I? If squirting female orgasms he made the first move, would I play hard to get or would he? I licked my lips in anticipation of the chase, then blushed inwardly at the over signal Id just given.
 
   
  He studied me in squirting female orgasms the mirror - damn! I wished I hadn given up smoking, at least it gave you something to with your hands - I took a drink instead and decided to go into dinner - I smiled sweetly squirting female orgasms at him as I got off the stool and went though the door to the dining room, still able to watch him in the angle of one of the side mirrors. I saw him check out my legs and rear, so squirting female orgasms I wiggled a bit more as I went through the door.
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  Really Patricia, I said to myself, What are you thinking? Then again I giggled inwardly as I realised the gusset of my knickers was moist. I wondered if he was picking up the pheromones yet? I wondered how long he was staying, I had all the weekend squirting female orgasms left yet.... I squirting female orgasms sat at the table allocated to me so as to be able to look across the room, but not directly, that way he wouldn know if I was squirting female orgasms weighing him up.
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