It was an honest mistake. It was probably something that could have been avoided by the girl at the front desk if they weren't so busy booking a busload of tourists into the hotel. Ok so you must be wondering what this big mistake was right? Well like all major hotel chains these days you need a key card to get into your room. What you might not realize that each card is programmed for your room when you check into the desk.
The mistake that was made was that the chipper girl at the desk gave me a room that was already occupied. No big deal you would think. I'm sure it happens to me at least twice a year. Usually you slip the key in the door and open it to a suitcase already open, its contents spread about an EMPTY room. You curse and go drag your bone weary body back down to the desk for a new room.
This did not happen this time. I'd just flown in from the other side of the country, my flight was late taking off and I had some major turbulence. My stomach was still in my throat and all I wanted to do was slither into a hot bath and soak my jet lag away. I was practically weeping with joy as I unlocked the door to my suite. I was so out of it I didn't even notice that there was an empty suitcase tucked into the open closet. I dropped my computer bag by the door and headed straight for the bathroom.
I opened the door and there he was. I should have shrieked and run out, or something maidenly like that. But all I could do was stare. Here was a prime piece of man. His skin was golden and wet from a recent shower; droplets of water were still falling from his dark brown hair. He had blue eyes that were wide with surprise; lips that looked firm yet supple.
When my eyes trailed lower over his chiselled chin to his chest I could see a dusting of golden hair that trailed down over his stomach before becoming darker and leading further down beneath a standard white hotel towel. It was a towel that barely covered him at all. I wondered why he had even bothered with it. I desperately wanted it to fall off so I could see the rest of his beautiful body.
Somebody up there must really like me because I got my wish. The towel dropped and I thought I was going to pass out I was so giddy. I had no idea that I'd started to lick my lips, or that my breathing had become short little gasps. Suddenly as if I'd been hit by lightning, my senses came back to me. I quickly turned my back to him, breathlessly whispering an apology before I grabbed my bag and bolted from the suite.
I obtained a new room and key from the front desk in short order. A bellboy was kind enough to escort me to it and put my suitcases, which had just arrived from the airport on the appointed racks in the corner of the bedroom. I don't even remember how much I tipped him, it must have been generous though from the over excited thank you I got.
After a hot bath I hit the bed for some much deserved sleep. But it seemed to elude me despite how tired I was. And when I did sleep it was filled with images of my mystery man in the bathroom. My dreams were filled with him, his body and oh yes his wonderful hands. They were on my body, moulding my soft flesh, making it his. My dreams didn't have any actual mating it them though, just touching. When I woke up the next morning I was sopping wet from my arousal and aching with want.
To ache for someone was something I had never experienced before. There was a warm glow settled in my belly and my flesh was extremely sensitive. I tried to ease the ache myself that morning with my fingers and a vibrator that I never left home without. The orgasm ripped through me after only a few minutes, more wetness gushed out of me onto my fingers as my body tightened and quivered in what could only be described as an earth shattering orgasm.
But still I ached. I ached in the shower where I envisioned it was his hands running over my body and not my own. I ached on the drive into the office I was consulting at that week. If it weren't for the cab driver I probably would have slipped my hand under my skirt and masturbated right there.
The session that day seemed to drag on forever. I was having trouble concentrating on leading it and often had to pause and gather my thoughts. My hopes that no one really noticed were shattered during lunch when my co-worker asked me what was wrong.
"Are you feeling alright Bri? You look flushed." John was a friend whom I just happened to work with too. He knew me very well, and his concern was genuine. I mustered up a painfully fake smile for him.
"I'm just a little tired that's all. I guess all this travelling is finally starting to get to Me." I explained. But I could tell from the look on my face that he wasn't buying it.
"I've seen that look before Brianna. I hope who ever he is has some warning that you're after him." He chuckled. "You look ready to kill. Who is he?"
I think I blushed, something that I rarely ever do. I softly laughed, averting my eyes from his for a moment before answering. "I don't even know him!" I finally said. One of John's eyebrows popped up. His you're kidding me right look.
"Oh don't raise your eyebrow at me! I know how ridiculous it sounds." I said before tossing a crouton from my salad at him. My aim was true and it struck him on the forehead before bouncing to the floor.
"I'm listening." Was his only reply.
"I was given the wrong room when I checked in yesterday. I walked in on this guy after he got out of the shower." And that was it, nothing more nothing less.
"You mean to tell me you jumped a complete stranger?" John sounded incredulous.
My mouth fell open before I could bring myself to answer him. I could have smacked him right then and there. "NO! What kind of a girl do you think I am John! I turned around and left right away!" ok so that was a bit of a lie. "I just happened to get a nice eyeful before I did."
