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"Gawk much?" said a voice from my right side. My cock was stiff as I pictured caressing that ass and sliding my finders in that gap, feeling the heat from her sweet pussy. I saw the gap of light between her thighs just below her perfect bulging ass. As she turned to make my drink, I locked onto her ass with my eyes. I imagined how they would feel pressed against mine kissing and caressing her full firm ass.
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Her skin was a flawless ebony shade, with full dark lips. she had well-kept dreadlocks that went half way down her back pointing to that gorgeous ass. "Coming right up," she said meeting my gaze and smiling. "Double Bourbon neat please," I said smiling. Then I thought snap out of it old white guy! Not a chance. I thought, wow I could think of a few ways she could serve me. "Good afternoon, I'm Latrice, how may I serve you today?" she asked in a pleasant voice with a great smile. She was not fat, but very fit with thick but shapely thighs and some great legs. As I waited to order my first bourbon, I could not stop staring at her perfect round ass. Her blazer was form fitting and stopped at the waist, revealing black skin-tight pants, almost yoga pants but slightly more substantial material. The young lady behind the bar was African American dressed in a black blazer and white blouse with low cut top. I did not want to leave the hotel until I had my bags in hand in case I needed to buy clothes and sundries, so I decided happy hour it is. So, I took my briefcase with my laptop, with only the jeans and polo shirt I was wearing and headed for the hotel, with a promise they would call me when they found my bag. The airline seemed at a complete loss as to where it might be. Unfortunately, my suitcase had not arrived. It was a new town for me and, I thought, I might do some sightseeing Saturday afternoon and Sunday Morning. My flight arrived on Saturday afternoon ahead of a Sunday evening dinner and convention starting Monday. I had been traveling non-stop and arrived at the airport for a convention and business meetings filling the whole week.