With the towel draped around my neck and over my shoulders, I donned the denim shorts, checking to ensure the access card was still in the left front pocket. I slipped into the sandals, dropping to a knee to buckle a sandal shut, then repeating the process for my other foot. The entire time, I could feel eyes upon me, studying me, memorizing me, and I tried to mask the smile which attempted to form upon my lips.
Standing once again, I retrieved the book and the empty bottle of water, then stepped out of the shelter of the wide umbrella, enjoying the feel of the sunlight upon my damp body. Walking along the edge of the pool, I squinted against the sunlight as I headed back into the hotel itself, still prominently aware of the eyes upon me.
Unfortunately, none of the eyes felt familiar. None of the eyes held the power to make me instantly wet inside.
Entering the hotel lobby, the cool temperature conspired with my damp hair and swimsuit and skin. While I simply smiled shyly to those who watched me move toward the elevators, I was thrilled by their gazes. I imagined the businessmen following me toward the elevator, gathering behind me as I pressed the Up button and waited, following me once an elevator arrived and surrounding me, trapping me within their midst as the elevator doors closed...
I pressed the Up button and waited, my body moistening as I imagined the businessmen touching me -- tentatively and chastely at first, then more boldly: hands upon my breasts, hands cupping my lower cheeks, someone in front of me touching me through the front of my shorts, someone else gathering my hair together behind me and tugging upon it to tip my head back and expose my throat to another man's nipping teeth, still more hands slowly sliding the straps of my swimsuit over my shoulders...
With the rampant images within my head joining with the cool lobby air and the dampness of the swimsuit, my nipples hardened, becoming two unmistakable points pressing against the thin material, proclaiming my readiness for carnal delights. The towel draped around my neck and over my shoulders was nicely positioned to cover my left nipple, but my right nipple could be seen as a prominent dent in the swimsuit just next to the edge of the towel. I tried to slyly glance around me to see if anyone had noticed, and there was someone nearby, reading through one of the many brochures for area attractions and glancing up at me with piercing eyes, and I could have sworn that there was a slight smirk upon his face, meaning he had likely noticed the semi-exposed nipple.
The single chime announced the arrival of the elevator before its doors opened. I waited as an older man and a young woman, both dressed in formal eveningwear, emerged from the elevator, both of them appraising me briefly, the woman even offering me a quick wink once her eyes had arisen from my nearly-visible nipple.
Stepping into the elevator, I pressed the button for the twelfth floor, then waited as the doors began to slide shut. The mirrored walls made the small space feel larger, which in my mind instantly multiplied the number of businessmen surrounding me, touching me, exposing me. The straps of the swimsuit were moved further down my arms, resulting in an exposure of my breasts and the towel at last sliding down my back and pooling at my feet. Many hands graced my nearly-revealed flesh, and while one nipple was pinched gently, the other became trapped between another man's teeth and nicely battered by his tongue.
