The older I got the less appealing traveling became. Although I liked my destinations, the actual travel piece had become dreadful, and such a drag on me physically. This time my flight had been delayed annoyingly long and I did not arrive at my hotel until 10 pm. Exhausted, but horny from all the sexy reading I'd done on the plane, I checked in waited for the elevator.
It appeared I was not alone. A man was also waiting. I noticed he was tall and well built, but quite a bit younger than I. And adorable. It made me wonder whether he was going to join his lady love and my mind wandered into some far-off fantasy about him fucking his woman. Yes, I was definitely horny. We stepped into the elevator. Surprise. Both of us were going to the fifth floor.
As we began to ascend, he reached out and stopped the elevator. Leaning over he kissed me, inserting his probing tongue as his hands felt up my tits. Now when I travel, I usually wear a simple sweater and skirt. So obviously the shape of my big breasts is visible. And from all my reading and imagining, my nipples had hardened. Here was this man, unknown to me, feeling every inch of my tits and rubbing his thumbs on my nipples. Such was my shock that I said nothing, did nothing.
He then restarted the elevator and we moved to the fifth floor where we both exited. I rolled my bag down to 551 and watched Mr. Stud roll past me and take a left. Once inside my room I retrieved what I would need for a nice hot shower and shampoo. In no time I had finished and robed myself in terry cloth with a towel on my wet head. I sat down and rubbed cream into my arms and legs. There was only one thing left to do. Yesterday I'd had my pussy waxed and that deep inner craving needed to be taken care of.