This is effectively a follow-on from "Worth the Wait" but both stories stand on their own as independent stories.
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I was the first to wake in the morning; my mouth felt rough from all that wine the night before. Slowly I moved from the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, there I found the hotel freebie toothbrush and quickly brushed my teeth. Inspecting myself in the mirror, I was glad I had worn minimal make-up, I still looked vaguely presentable. It was still early, so I quietly climbed back into bed.
The clunk of the bathroom door woke me with a jolt; I still felt a little groggy but I knew this was a good moment to escape. I'd had a fantastic night with Ben but the walk to shame was going to be bad enough without an awkward goodbye.
"You're such a bitch." I muttered to myself, springing from the bed.
My clothes were spread across the room, I quickly darted around recovering my items. There was a feeling of dread in my stomach as I realised I could not find my knickers. Dread quickly transpired into a pang of naughtiness as I pondered travelling home with my snatch exposed to the elements.
It dawned on me that travelling commando wasn't a great idea and I continued my search. I was halted by the sudden realisation the shower had stopped in the bathroom. Quickly fixing my bra whilst slipping on my shoes, I then pulled on my dress.
Conscious I was rapidly running out of time; I hastily made my way to the hotel room door. Spotting a spare towel at the bottom of the open wardrobe, it suddenly occurred to me that there was a gym on the fifth floor; unsure if it even had a shower I grabbed the towel and Ben's spare key card before leaving the room.
The ride down in the left felt like it took it ages. I felt so slutty, so not me, standing there in the lift with no underwear. My dress was flimsy, the wrong wind would have quickly left me exposed. As the lift arrived at the 5th floor, I was actually a little unnerved to leave its safety as I stepped into the corridor.
The sign directing people to the gym was small and took a while to spot; I followed the direction of arrow down a winding corridor. Finally coming across the glass door to the gym disaster struck, a sign affixed to the door read 'CLOSED - Private Training Sessions'.
"Damn." I said audibly. All the more frustrated that I could see a small corridor at the end that I was sure must lead to a changing room and shower. Through the glass door I could see the whole of the small gym; it was deserted with no sign of activity. Keen to feel clean, I tried the keycard from Ben's room anyway, I was in luck as the door unlocked. With time tight, I dashed across the small room and through the door I had spotted on the other side.
I entered a small room, there was a bench running around the side and a larger one in the rooms centre; beyond the bench was a small corridor. There was a level of moisture in the air which told me that there must be shower in the corridor but also warned me someone had recently showered.
I listened out for the signs of anyone else but heard nothing. Confident I was alone, I threw down the towel and my bag. As I peeled my dress up over my head I got the shock of my life; as I regained my view of the room, I realised I had not been alone as I thought.
A blissfully unaware perfectly tanned male body was heading towards me, has face and view obscured by the towel he was drying his hair with. As he came closer, I was able to make out his solid physique; he had the huge strong arms I craved and a rippling six pack. Gazing only briefly at his stunning pecs, I quickly took my chance to chance to check out his package; I found myself lustfully staring at good looking flaccid cock sat on top of a large pair of shaven balls.
"Thought I had this booked!" The strange voice announced, startling me.
My eyes snapped back up, now looking at the tanned chiselled face of this perfect stranger; his damp brown hair and tanned skin contrasting his deep blue eyes. His towel was now held on his shoulder by his hand, he made no attempt at modesty.
