My plane touched down hours late. First there was a delay of my initial departure, then again for my connecting flight in Chicago. The crew was pissy, and they ran out of snacks. I didn't necessarily hate flying, but something always seemed to make it a miserable process. I was in town for an annual conference, which the agency I worked for sent me to every year. I would normally spend most of my time in the hotel's depressing event spaces, listening to speakers drone on about nothing, and just wanted a little free time the day before to explore the city. So much for that.
The only thing that kept me going through the final leg of the journey, aside from my gin and tonic, was a beautiful women on the same flight. She was absolutely captivating, with sharp, stunning features, dark brown eyes, and smooth, tanned skin. I couldn't figure out what ethnicity she was. I figured it was some exotic mix that she had to explain to everyone she met. I watched her every movement, and at one point she caught me staring. Oh well. She moved like a cat, and it made me crazy.
The conference was held in a grand hotel, with plenty of amenities to offset the mundane program. I was more than ready to partake of these features by the time I arrived but, as it turned out, I wasn't out of the woods just yet. I joined the line at reception and quickly realized that they were dealing with more snafus at the desk. Just my luck.
Fortunately, the mysterious woman from my flight waltzed in moments later. Just my luck, indeed! I realized she must be here for the same conference. She joined the line just behind me and seemed equally exhausted. She was also becoming nervous about the drama happening in front of us. I turned toward her, and muttered, "What now?" to signal my recognition of her from the flight.
She quickly replied, "I know, seriously? Haven't we been through enough already?" Clearly she recognized me from earlier. It meant nothing, but I was happy to get a little high off her remark.
When we reached the desk, the concierge seemed flustered and asked for both of our names, which we gave. The mystery woman's name was Kelly. The concierge seemed hesitant to give us some bad news, but waited until she found us in the system. She then proceeded to tell us how the conference had not blocked enough rooms for all the guests, and that due to overbooking we were not guaranteed a room.
I don't know how this kind of thing happens, but it does, and I was irate. I gave the concierge a piece of my mind, explaining what "we" had just been through so far, and insisted she sort it out. I made sure to use "we" as much as possible, to demonstrate that I was fighting for Kelly as well, and not just myself. Kelly appeared to be appreciating it.
"Here, take these drink vouchers and have a seat at the bar. I will look into this and see if there's something I can do," the concierge said with a sigh. She handed us two small slips of paper. I thanked her, and off we went to the bar.
Kelly and I took two seats next to each other. I introduced myself properly and apologized for getting angry at the reception desk. She replied, "Oh, no problem at all. I appreciate it! I would have done the same if you hadn't." We both ordered a cocktail and made casual chit-chat. I found out that Kelly was from Portland and this was her first time attending this conference. I specifically didn't ask her ethnicity, I was enjoying the mystery too much.
I confessed that after a long flight I really just wanted a room and to hit the gym for a bit to release some tension. Her eyes lit up and agreed that was an excellent plan. After a while, the concierge came over and looked optimistic. "So-" she started, "I have some good news."
"Let's hear it," I said.
"I've secured a room that I can upgrade you to, and it's really very nice. A luxury suite. There is a king bed and a private jacuzzi in the room..." Midway through her speech, I suddenly realized that in fighting for a solution for both Kelly and I, the concierge must have been mixed up, thinking we were a couple.
"Um, we're not together," I added. Kelly and I exchanged looks of shock and disappointment.
"I'm sorry, I just have the one room..." the concierge noted.
I sighed and said, "Well you take it then, I'll figure something out."
Kelly replied, "No way, I'm not going to do that to you."
We both thought for a moment, unsure how to resolve this. Kelly concluded, "Look, let's just take the room and we'll figure it out later. Maybe we can ask around and one of us might find a coworker we're comfortable sharing a room with." I doubted this, but agreed. We finished our drink and were shown to our room.
Our suite turned out to be massive and absolutely beautiful. It was rare that I'd stayed in a hotel room like that, and the moment I saw it I realized that I didn't want to find any solution to our "problem." I stood in the living room, dumbfounded by the raised jacuzzi that sat there by the window. Kelly was enthralled by the size of the bed and all the little freebees that were scattered about.
Once our luggage was dropped off and we were left alone, Kelly and I exchanged looks. We were both thinking the same thing - how was either of us going to let this room go? I suggested we hit the gym, as discussed, and then we could sort out the situation. We both began rummaging through our luggage. Kelly began setting up her stuff in the bathroom, clearly with every intention of staying. I started pulling out some clothes to work out in.
"I just have to change, I guess I'll just use the bathroom to do that?" Kelly asked, sheepishly.
"Sure, go for it," I added. "Take your time, I'll just change here while you're in there."
Kelly nodded and carried her workout clothes into the bathroom, then carefully shut the door behind her. I turned my attention to one of the more interesting features of the room we hadn't spoken about yet, designed to evoke a little romance for couples staying there. The shower wall facing the bedroom was frosted glass, from the floor to the ceiling. This had the effect of allowing you to see the faint impression of the bather's body from within the bedroom, without giving away too much detail. I knew Kelly was just changing and wouldn't be taking a shower, but I couldn't help myself from thinking about what I might see if she did.
While I was changing into gym shorts and a t-shirt, I happened to pass Kelly's luggage, which was left wide open. Sitting on top of her clothes were a few pairs of lace panties and bras. I got a thrill from seeing her intimate garments, especially since she clearly liked to wear the kind that made her secretly feel a little sexy underneath.
I was soon finished changing and decided to make myself comfortable on the bed. I also wanted to flirt with the idea of demonstrating my lack of desire for giving up the room. Who knows where it might lead to? A minute or two later, Kelly emerged from the bathroom in her tight-fitting gym clothes. Her body was magnificent. The clothes clung to her figure, revealing every smooth curve, including her perfectly round, tight ass. Her breasts bulged within her cropped spandex top, crowned with a lovely display of cleavage.
She made her way to her suitcase, then folded and placed the clothes she had been wearing inside. She seemed shy around me, perhaps because her workout clothes left a lot of skin exposed, despite the fact that she was planning to wear them in public anyway.
"Ready?" I said.
She smiled and nodded. "I'll head down with you."
As we headed toward the door, I felt an electric tingle of excitement between us, as her eyes perused my chest and arms through a tight fitting t-shirt, and mine ran up and down her slender, fit body. The curiosity was definitely there and we were in no hurry to resolve the situation at hand. This continued through our workout in the hotel gym. I gazed at her beautiful ass as she used the stair climber, observing the sway and gentle bounce of each muscular cheek. Her chest heaved the same way on the treadmill and bike. Likewise, I felt her eyes on my body as I lifted weights. I wasn't exactly a bodybuilder, but I put enough time into my workouts to become decently toned.
We finally met at the water cooler for a much needed final drink, where she said, "You were right, I needed this. I feel like a brand new woman."
I smiled and said, "Yeah, I'm ready to move past the horror of flight 109 now."
She added, "Well, let's head back up. I could use a shower and something to eat." I laughed inside, finding it funny that we were just cruising along with this, as if there was nothing strange about two complete strangers in our situation. But I was loving it. I had no idea where we were going, but wherever it was, I was all in.
On our way up to the room, I let slip, "Well, this should be interesting, then."
"Why? What should?"
"The peep show shower," I added.
She gasped. "Oh my god, I totally forgot about that!" Her face started to turn red. "We should have showered at the gym before heading back."
"It's okay," I reassured her, "It's just frosted glass. You can't really see anything." She didn't reply, probably not convinced. We walked down the hall to our room in silence and I observed her expression, a mixture of bottled laughter and embarrassment.
As we entered the room, I followed close behind, entranced by the sexy wag of her butt. I imagined getting back to the room together, peeling off our sweaty clothes and tossing them aside, standing before each other nude and then going in for a long, deep kiss. A kiss that carried us from one room to the next, until we ended up in the shower together, with the water flowing down over our bodies as we came close, skin to skin. I'd press her up against that frosted glass, opening her hips and smoothly gliding inside her. I imagined what it would look like from the bedroom, with our two bodies grinding together passionately, moaning and pressing our bare flesh against the window in ecstasy.
"So-" she said, interrupting my fantasy. I realized we were now in the bedroom again and looking at the glass elephant in the room. She turned to me, clearly having a little moment of panic, "I'm not sure I..."
