johnathon and lauren

Johnathon held the door open for Lauren as she walked into the hotel. "Thank you," she said smiling and walking in. "You're welcome," Johnathon said, closing the door and locking it. He turned on the light and looked around. "Nice?" he asked. "Very nice," Lauren replied. Johnathon smiled and turned on the television. He began to walk around, inspecting the room. He found the bar, but found that it was locked up. Lauren saw him eyeing it and walked over. "What's wrong?" she asked. "The bar's locked," Johnathon told her. "It's not a big deal." Johnathon found a phone and called the main office. He talked with them for a few minutes and then a woman came up and unlocked it. "Thank you," he said, slipping her a crisp bill. "Don't you dare tell me you won't be like your dad when you get older," Lauren said laughing. Johnathon just shrugged, "Aren't you going to thank me for getting the bar unlocked?" "Ah, of course. Thank you, Johnathon." "You're welcome," Johnathon said, flashing a pearly white smile.

About twenty minutes later, they were talking on the couch when Johnathon started to kiss her. He pushed his hands up her shirt. Lauren pulled off his shirt and he smiled. "You sure this is okay?" "If it wasn't, I'd tell you." "Good," he said smiling as he pulled off her shirt.