EROTIC TALE - RENTAL MURDER PART 2. I look at my watch, the lecture would be over in an hour, probably Cristian would still go to the bar and then go up to the room. Then I would have enough time to "erase" the nice Mrs. Johnson and find a way to get into his room. We talked a lot, Mrs. Johnson told me several stories from her life and I confess that I loved listening to them. She told me stories that I never lived, stories of moments that I could have lived, but that were misused by my tutors. We ordered dinner and in a moment of distraction from Mrs. Johnson I put a pill into her juice. We had dinner and I ended up sharing my life stories, of course I didn't tell the whole truth, I had to improve a lot, because the nice lady Johnson wouldn't understand the brutal education I had. After a few minutes she complains about being tired and I help her to go to bed, shortly after she is sleeping and I stay there watching over her sleep. What would my life have been like if I had a Mrs. Johnson? I turn off the light in the bedroom and open the balcony window, the time was coming. Cristian's room was upstairs, two rooms after Mrs. Johnson's. I observe the structure of the balcony and study a way to hang myself and go up to the top balcony. I climb onto the parapet and notice some recesses in the wall and use them as a support for climbing. With a little effort I manage to reach the upper balcony. The room was in darkness, which was great, as I didn't want to find the guests awake, it would be kind of weird if they saw a woman climbing the walls like she was a spider man. I climb onto the parapet again and throw myself onto the next balcony and again onto the balcony of the room I wanted to enter. Everything was in darkness as well, I forced the door that opened easily. The room was the same as Mrs. Johnson's, the difference was in the smell left by the male perfume. I observed everything around me, things were in place, he was organized. The doorknob moved, by pure reflex I threw myself under the bed and even in that position I saw him enter. Cristian wore a tailored suit that adhered to his body wonderfully, he takes off the suit and rests it on the chair, the shirt below was white. Then he loosens his tie and unbuttons his cuffs by rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. Walk to the bar and help yourself to a generous dose of whiskey that you drink in one gulp. In the next moment he takes off his shirt and I gasp when I catch a glimpse of his broad, muscular chest covered by black hair that made me want to caress. You can only be going crazy, woman! I kicked myself internally. For the love of God! I think the lack of sex was killing my neurons, it can only. He takes off all his clothes and keeps only white boxer briefs, which was a perdition. Walk to the bathroom, when I hear the noise of the shower water I leave my hiding place and go silent there. He was on his back and I had the vision of the nicest man I've ever seen in my life. Its back was broad and muscular and its butt. What butt was that? Round and upturned. I imagined my fingers squeezing those slightly lighter meats compared to the rest of the body. An Apollo of beauty, who would soon stop breathing. So much time standing there looking at him that I was completely taken aback when he opened the glass door to the stall and caught me in the act. So much time standing there looking at him that I was completely taken aback when he opened the glass door to the stall and caught me in the act. He also looked at me in silent contemplation, we stayed in that exchange of looks for several pairs of seconds. - Who are you and what are you doing here in my bathroom? His voice was deep and hoarse, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at the same time that something inside me started to pulse harder. He had the power to attract me like no man ever did before him. What crazy attraction was that? - I don't think you're from room service, they wouldn't send a maid this early in the morning, much less dressed to kill like that. - he concludes with a sexy smile, he is all very, very sexy. Yes, yummy, I'm dressed to kill, you ... I walk towards you and throw myself in your arms, circling my legs around your hips. Initially he is surprised, but a few seconds later I feel his big hands wrap around me for the butt that he squeezes willingly. His massive body takes us out of the bathroom and he throws us on the bed. Even through the leather pants I feel the stiffness of his penis that showed a huge erection. I was not believing what was happening. What am I doing? He's my target, a wonderful target by the way, and I'm here to kill him.