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@ -36,11 +36,13 @@ The conversation safely righted, Natalie managed to avoid the conversational equ
[2]: <> "You really need to come up with a more natural way to fit this in... may need reworking here."
Natalie couldn't help but watch as he walked away, the lines of his form not at all obscured by his pressed slacks and tucked in button-down shirt. She turned away, finally, her scattered thoughts creeping back out from wherever they'd hidden away. As she walked down the hallway lined with suites, she reflected on the way Emil seemed to have captured the latent eddies of desire she'd been tamping down for months. She was suddenly and uncomfortably aware of the exact number of weeks it'd been since her last date, an uncomfortable affair with a pimply engineer that hadn't gone anywhere. Hell, the flustered energy of conversing with Emil had her keyed up, and as she tucked the key-card back into her clutch after opening the door to her solo suite, her fingers seemed to find a mind of their own as they traced a line along the edge of her panties through the thin material of her dress.
Natalie couldn't help but watch as he walked away, the lines of his form not at all obscured by his pressed slacks and tucked in button-down shirt. She turned away, finally, her scattered thoughts creeping back out from wherever they'd hidden away. [As she walked down the hallway lined with suites][c2], she reflected on the way Emil seemed to have captured the latent eddies of desire she'd been tamping down for months. She was suddenly and uncomfortably aware of the exact number of weeks it'd been since her last date, an uncomfortable affair with a pimply engineer that hadn't gone anywhere. Hell, the flustered energy of conversing with Emil had her keyed up, and as she tucked the key-card back into her clutch after opening the door to her solo suite, her fingers seemed to find a mind of their own as they traced a line along the edge of her panties through the thin material of her dress.
Forget weeks since her last date, her mind suddenly became pressingly aware it had been almost a full week since she'd played with herself.
[c2]: <> "Reorder so that she arrives in the suite, unpacks, and gets distracted as she settles in."
However, before she was able to get down to business, she sighed
Forget weeks since her last date, her mind suddenly became pressingly aware it had been almost a full week since she'd played with herself. She sunk down on the wide, king-sized bed and kicked off her shoes, letting her fingertips trail up the inside of her thighs, a shudder involuntarily running through her as she imagined Emil's tongue on her bare skin. Would his stubble feel rough or would his lips push every thought from her head, she wondered, her middle finger reaching her narrow, sky-blue satin panties and running a soft circle around her most sensitive parts, feeling the damp spot she hadn't even realized had developed somewhere between meeting Emil in the entryway and now.
She couldn't supress a moan as she allowed herself to sink back further, her dress bunching up as she began to rub herself more insistently. She was wet, nearly dripping already, and she indulged in the