Maria's Hotel Room: A Lesbian Sex with Stranger Erotica Story (Riveting Rosie)

Life can be lonely for Rosie. A long distance trucker who’s also a woman often faces challenges that seem insurmountable. Still, she’d never give up travelling the country, and a big reason for that is all of the wonderful people who briefly appear and disappear in her life. At a diner, she meets Maria, and this lovely businesswoman wants to do more than talk. Before she knows it, Rosie is at Maria’s hotel room for a scorching lesbian sex encounter!

Warning: This ebook contains explicit descriptions of lesbian sex and includes oral sex and stranger sex. Only mature adults who won’t find that content offensive should read this ebook.

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“I like a lady with class,” I grinned at her.
I finished my dinner while Maria drank a few more glasses of wine. I could see her posture relaxing and despite the alcohol she moved with the languid moves of a predator, but tonight she was my prey. My dear seductive, raven-haired businesswoman paid for my dinner and she stood up and put her arm around my waist.
“Allow me to lead you,” she said. If people were looking at us before, they certainly were now, as we left the stop and headed to her motel room.
She wasn't lying about her motel room. I was unaware there were motel rooms as nice as the one she had booked. There was a fireplace in her room and a whirlpool in the bathroom, in addition to the steam room. The fireplace sprang to life, the flames bathing the room in a golden hue.
“I didn't know they made motels like this,” I said.
“Honey, this is America. They have all kinds of shit if you're willing to pay for it."
She came to stand behind me, wrapping me in her long, elegant arms. Her breath caressed the soft hairs on my neck, teasing me. I wanted her closer to me. I pushed my body against her, feeling the softness of her breasts contrasted by bones of her pelvis in my back.
“I could use a little help with my zipper,” I said. She ran her fingers through my hair, moved them along my neck to the zipper on the back of my little black dress. She unzipped it slowly; the warmth of her tongue followed the path of the zipper as it opened.