I sat the bag down just inside the door of the room and looked around as the door clicked softly shut behind me. The nervous sweat on my palms made me rub them down my thighs and I swallowed past the lump in my throat. The cozy sitting room opened into a bedroom and I pushed open the door to see it fully. An enormous 4-poster bed was the focal point. Its thick sturdy columns rose to the vaulted ceiling. A richly upholstered bench sat at the foot of it; off to the side was an intimate sitting area with 2 well-padded chairs and a small table. Opposite the sitting area and the bed was another door leading to the most amazing bath I'd ever seen. Clear glass doors surrounded the shower with dual heads. A spa tub was located just past it.
I shook my head at the splendor and glanced at the clock, noticing that I had about 2 hours to get ready. I retrieved my bag, setting it on the bench and gathered my toiletries. I turned the shower to its hottest setting and peeled my clothes off while the steam floated lazily in the air.
As I stepped into the shower, I heard a faint sound from the suite. I paused a moment listening, but heard nothing more. Hot water poured over me. I closed my eyes, thinking of you, while I lathered my skin. My hands drifted over my small sensitive breasts, down my stomach and over my sex. Soap slithered down my legs, like a sensuous caress. I spread my legs, raised one up onto the recessed bench and smoothed the thick lather over my mound. It was quick work to shave myself bare. The baby oil was difficult to open because my hands trembled with nervous excitement. I needed to get it exactly right.
I filled my hands with the oil. As hot water poured over me, I began to massage my skin. Water beaded on my breasts. My hand slipped between my thighs stroking the smoothness. I couldn't resist rubbing my clit even though I knew I shouldn't. I removed my hand from the temptation and oiled my legs. I turned and bent over the bench and stroked across the cheeks of my ass. My fingers slid between them and I rubbed oil down the crevice before touching the little puckered hole. I shivered, envisioning your hand and began to work the oil in the way you liked. I stroked my finger in and out, lubing it well.
Suddenly my desire became intense. You'd never know. I set my knee on the bench, opening myself and leaned forward to brace against the wall. I stroked my fingers in and out of my ass and rubbed my clit with the other. I masturbated, fucking my ass with lubed fingers and circling my clit. It had become a hard swollen nub, sensitive to the slightest touch. The cool wall pressing against my breasts was a stark contrast to the rising heat from the shower. I felt myself tense and squished two fingers deeply into my ass while a powerful orgasm overtook me. I dropped to my knees, panting hard.
Guilt swamped me after a moment. If you knew what I'd done, you would not be pleased. I quickly washed again to clean away the evidence between my thighs. I shut off the water, and patted my skin down. I grabbed the bottle of oil and stepped out of the enclosure. I smoothed it again over my bare mound and ass in preparation. I tingled, still aroused from the play and anticipating our time together.
I padded, daydreaming, from the bathroom to get the hairbrush I'd forgotten in my bag. I bent over, rummaging through my things and felt an odd sensation of being watched. I looked up and was startled to find you sitting one of the chairs.
With a gasp, I instinctively hunched and covered my breast with my hand, and managed to smack the bristles of the brush against myself. "Ow! You startled me!"
