Romantic Encounters At The Hotel

Yulia let him without objection, knowing that was the Belarusian way. Yulia adjusted her position slightly, so that she could place both of her hands on his face, then she exhaled slowly and took a hold on the back of his neck once more. “Talks between the Belarusian Government and the White House have broken down when the planned historic meeting between the two countries was cancelled at the last minute. Yulia leaned into the table, her ample cleavage spilling over just a little more. Yulia looked down as she blushed. He could see the faint traces of straight-line scars across her back and buttocks. She had her first piece of information about him. Damn she was gorgeous. Too much work, too many coffee shifts,” she laughed kind of nervously, and then leaned forward so that her mouth was about six inches from his ear and she whispered …
“So, maybe, if this is a date for us, you can put your hand on my leg … but only if you like.”
Anatol almost laughed, about the same time as he wondered which planet she was from.