Booth Babe Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Booth Babe Pt. 04

... his hands or was doing something else. He finally emerged from the bathroom and went to his suitcase and pulled out some gym shorts and a t-shirt. I knew that was his normal sleeping attire.

He stopped and kissed me quickly, his mouth tasting like toothpaste and then started to pick up his clothes from the floor, plus my pantyhose. It was pretty obvious from his demeanor we weren't going to be doing any post sex cuddling. I wasn't sure if I was disappointed by this, but I was feeling a little used.

"I need to clean my makeup and stuff off." I announced.

"Yea sure." He responded.

I went to the suitcase that had my girl stuff in it and got out my sleep shorts and shirt, deciding to keep my girl look going. I carried them into the bathroom with me and began to remove my makeup. Fortunately, Kenzie had supplied me with a lot of makeup removal pads.

Once that was complete, I sat and peed and then removed my bra and forms putting the Victoria's Secret sleep wear on. I grabbed my thong from the floor and rinsed it out in the sink then washed my hands and face and brushed my teeth before grabbing my intimates.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw that the room was darker than when I had gone in it. As I moved towards the beds, I saw that the only light that was on was the one over my bed. John was in his bed and under the covers with his eyes closed. I set my stuff with my suitcase and turned back and looked at him and it was obvious he had made sure there ...

... was no room in his bed for me.

I plugged my phone in and saw that it was just after eleven o'clock. I sat it on the night stand and climbed into my bed pulling the covers over me. If I had felt a little used earlier, I was really feeling it now, to make it worse John had begun to snore. As I laid in bed trying to sleep, I was torn between the emotion of how amazing so much of today had been and how I felt right at this moment.

I don't know how long it took me to fall asleep but when I woke up our room was filled with light from the window. I could hear the shower running and as I looked over at John's bed it was empty, and he had obviously cleaned all the stuff he had strewn over it last night. What I assumed was his clothes for today were setting at the foot of the bed. I looked at my phone and saw that it was just after eight o'clock. The exhibit hall floor opened at ten this morning. If I was going to be going as Andrea I needed to get up and pack my stuff since it would take me at least an hour to shower, do my makeup, and get dressed. Plus, I needed to pack and to eat some breakfast and have a few minutes to walk to the convention center.

I climbed out of bed realizing I really wanted to pee. For some reason though I wasn't comfortable with the idea of going into the bathroom with John this morning. I was still deciding if I was hurt or mad about last night and him going to sleep without any thought to us sharing a bed or even saying goodnight after I had let him ...