The plan was, I was going to take a shower, quiet as I could, then slip downstairs for the free continental breakfast. I'd let Alison sleep in a bit longer. Again, that was the plan.

The first part went off without a hitch. But earlier, when I'd quietly stumbled my way through the dark, I kind of forgot to grab something to wear after the shower.

I toweled off, switched off the bathroom light, and readied myself to once again fumble my way through our hotel room until I could find my bag. But there was no need for that. Allie was already up.

She teased me about going towel-less, about the idea of sneaking around the room in the buff. When the teasing stopped, she added that she did, however, appreciate the "easy access," steering me into a chair in the corner of the room.

Still in her PJs, she sat down in front of me with her knees on the floor. She gave my penis a few strokes, though it was already very ready for her. And then she guided it into her mouth. As always, the warmth felt divine.

Allie'd had a lot of practice at this. She liked to see me tense up, writhe, make involuntary sounds under my breath. She was very, very good at it. Just how good - and why - was our little secret. People joke about how the sweet, innocent ones can surprise you. They don't know the half of it.

In the early daylight filtering through the blinds, my cock gleamed with a special mix of saliva and pre-cum. Allie picked up her pace, holding it until I I could feel myself swell and throb inside her. She always said she liked this part, seeing me twitch. She didn't particularly care for the taste, but she loved the twitch.

It overwhelms the brain a bit, I think, to have such a sensitive organ go from warmth, to the sudden heat of your own ejaculate, then to the cold morning air, still glistening wet. While I sat there, my head still spinning, Allie cleaned herself up... and then slipped out the door, probably to head down to breakfast before me. I thought it was odd, especially for her to not say anything. Yet I was in no hurry to get up.

I wasn't sure how soon she expected me to join her, but I didn't have to wait long. Soon enough, I heard the click of the hotel lock and she walked in with two coffee cups in hand - one for her, and one for me.

"Thanks."

Allie didn't say a word. She just smirked... and opened her mouth to show that she'd carried my cum down four levels to the hotel lobby, and back. No one she passed would have had a clue.

I stared. She let it ooze - thick, viscous, and white - into her cup, blended it with a plastic stirrer, and nonchalantly took a sip.

"You're welcome."