A Room with a View
I enter my hotel room, exhausted after a full day of presentations and professional development. Rolling bag in one hand, glass of red wine from the bar downstairs in the other, I go straight to the window and open the curtains. I grin.
"Well, this view is just perfect," I say aloud to myself, noting the wall of windowed buildings just across the street. No view of the gardens or the pool. Just windows.
I quickly set down my wine, unpack, flip on all of the lights in the room, and flop on the pristine white king-sized fluffy bed. "Mmmm, this will be a fun evening in." After turning on a sultry playlist from my phone, I slowly strip out of my outfit. I sensuously wriggle out of my charcoal gray fitted dress to the music, dancing in just my bra, garter belt, thigh-high hose, and red ankle strap heels. I sashay to the dresser, grab my wineglass, and sip slowly, still dancing slowly as I approach the window.
I continue my slow dance in front of the window, admiring the view of the windowed buildings across the street. My eyes scan from one pane to the next, wondering if anyone would spy me. Alas, all of the windows seemed gray and lifeless. I finish my wine, and decide to go soak in the bath before I check out the view again.
I fill the white tub with hot, churning water, adding the full mini bottle of orange and bergamot bath gel. After stripping off my shoes and lingerie, I lower myself into the bubbly oasis. I rub the rich, fragrant bubbles into my neck, my breasts, my stomach. I let the water from the high faucet pour over my head, massaging my scalp. I turn my body around, so that the cascading flow hits me between the legs--the pressure of the hot water making me squeal in delight. I move my hips in slow circles beneath the pouring flow, the water hitting my clit in vibrating waves. Soon, I can't help my gasping scream as my body thrashes in a strong orgasm.