My story starts with me sat in the lobby of an outer-London hotel, reading a magazine while waiting for my room to be made ready. I'd arrived too early in the afternoon - the weather was warm and I'd got so bored at the conference I was meant to be attending that I decided to leave early and maybe make use of the hotels swimming pool and a sauna. Beats doing any work!
A little about me - I'm in my early thirties, about 5' 7" tall, fairly slim and reasonably fit from outdoor pursuits. I'm in a happy long-term relationship (although not married), but my eye does stray sometimes. I've never acted on my impulses yet though! I work in IT managing a small team and my job sometimes means I attend conferences and user-groups "down south", sometimes staying at a hotel overnight afterwards if the event is scheduled to finish late in the day.
I'd been told by the receptionist that it would be 15 minutes before my room was ready, so I'd settled down to read and watch the world go by. The lobby was quite large, and pretty quiet. After only a minute or two my peace was disturbed by the arrival from the lift of what can only be described as a vision in a short dress, along with a man who I assumed was her husband or boyfriend. They were both grinning like idiots and looking a little furtive, which made me think they were perhaps newly-weds fresh out of bed!
The man was dressed casually and carried a digital camera dangling by its strap from his wrist. The girl looked just lovely. I'd estimate her age to be mid twenties, she was quite petite, very slim, with slender legs and lustrous dark brown hair framing her pretty face. She was wearing a short strappy dress which was cut low over her small firm-looking breasts and high on her tanned thighs, along with equally strappy high-heels. I caught myself staring, and forced my attention back to my magazine.
I overheard the couple chatting to the receptionist, then they moved away from the door and the reception desk towards a corner where there was a rack of tourist leaflets. All interest I had in my magazine had evaporated now, and I looked up from the pages to see where the couple had gone. My gaze between the leaves of the houseplant next to me was rewarded with the sight of the girls pert behind outlined by the tight grip of her dress as she bent to read one of the leaflets. A little further round the corner her partner was crouched with his camera to his face, taking a picture of her. With a thrill I realized that from the angle he was at he would be looking straight down the low cut top of her dress at the treasures within! Oh my god, I thought, she's teasing him in public and he's taking photos! My manhood started to stir in my suit trousers. They (as I) were out of the view of the reception desk, and they probably thought they were alone.
