It was late by the time Alise checked into her hotel, well after ten o'clock. Her flights had been delayed and the four hour layover in Copenhagen had left a sour taste in her mouth. The flight to Bergen had been horrible, mostly due to the weather, but the plane hadn't helped. It was the first time she had been on that type, an ATR 72, and she'd had the pleasure of sitting right next to the propeller. She'd found that if she just leaned back as far as she could in her seat it was out of her line of sight, but the feeling that death was only a fraction of a second and a few feet away had hung around in the back of her mind.
Even as she climbed the few floors to her room she could still see it, a spinning blur through the gloom and the snow. She forced the image out of her mind as she swiped her door card on the lock, cursing as the light blinked red and it made an infuriating bleeping noise at her.
"For fuck's sake..." she muttered, at this point ready to snap if she had to go back down to reception and get the card swapped or reprogrammed. The only light at the end of that particular tunnel was how amazingly pretty the receptionist had been. So far she'd seen two members of hotel staff and both of them had been stunning. Tall, blonde, and incredibly Norwegian looking. Alise had often fantasized about flirting with hotel check in staff and then finding them at her door later in the evening. So far it hadn't worked and she doubted she would have the balls to go through with it anyway. Besides, she suspected most people would run a mile when they found out the truth about her condition.
The lock indicator light turned green on her third try and she sighed in relief as she squeezed into the room, the door closing mechanism fighting her as she wrestled with her suitcase. The door caught her backpack as it shut and she nearly tumbled into the wardrobe by the door. She snapped.
"Oh fuck off!" she shouted loudly, throwing her backpack onto the bed with frustration and kicking her case. It tumbled against the wardrobe with a loud bang and she watched as her laptop slid out of her half open bag, hanging perilously near the edge of the bed for a brief second before tumbling onto the floor. Even if she had reacted and tried to move she would never have caught it in time. She just looked on in resignation as it landed on the floor, corner first.
She sighed heavily, too tired to care. At least it was a thick carpet, not wooden or tiled flooring. As she picked up her case and wrestled it onto the baggage shelf next to the wardrobe, she heard muffled talking from the room next door. Apologizing under her breath for all her crashing, she began to fiddle with her combination lock and unzip her case, rummaging impatiently for her wash bag.
Clothing tumbled from her case as she extracted it and stomped into the bathroom. She glanced in the mirror and was shocked by how tired and drawn she looked. It was hard to hold her own gaze, so instead she turned to the bath and contemplated the merits of a long soak versus an early night. The temptation was too much so she turned on the taps, fiddling with the controls until the temperature felt right. She pumped the wall-mounted body wash bottle hard, squirting ten or more shots of soap into the tub. She grinned to herself as she watched the soap, viscous and white, shooting out from the nozzle and landing on the side of the tub, before slipping down into the water. It instantly reminded her of Lloyd back home.
A few more pumps for the sheer childish pleasure of it, then she pawed at her clothes, flinging them out of the open bathroom door and into the room beyond, not caring as they landed in a messy heap.
She stepped into the bath, the heat of the water taking her breath away for a brief moment, the started to lower herself into the rising water, a thick layer of foam ever growing as the water tumbled out of the tap. Every new body part touching the hot water elicited another tiny gasp, and she leaned forward to adjust the temperature to be a little cooler.
Finally, she stuck her legs out in front of her, slowly lowering herself and leaning back until the ice cold of the ceramic tub touched her back. She loved this moment and took her time to enjoy the pleasure from the contrast of the cold surface on her back and hot water surrounding her lower body. Leaning back, she began to relax, eyes shut and head leaning on the rim of the bath. Each muscle group in turn began in unclench, her legs splayed wide so her knees rested on each side of the tub. The warm water slowly rose around her, a trickle suddenly running over her hip and down to her crotch. Her balls were now floating, little cock lazily flopped to the left, before it too began to float.
As the water finally crept up her belly and caressed the sides of her breasts, she reached out and fiddled with the controls with one foot, finally shutting off the water, but not before slipping slightly and feeling the warm water wash over her chest. Her nipples were large and puffy from the heat, about as big as she'd ever known them. As they rose back out of the water they quickly began to cool and tighten, and Alise let out a little moan of pleasure as her skin stretched almost imperceptibly to accommodate them. Goosebumps formed across her upper arms and shoulders as she closed her eyes again, finally fully relaxed, just enjoying being in the moment, all her worries and cares of travel now forgotten.
Her eyes flicked open when the sounds of laughter reached her through the silence, notably louder than the buzz of the extractor fan, yet still muffled by the walls. The reaction in her body was instant, a tiny shot of adrenaline coursing through her and making her heart rate climb for a moment. She couldn't help it. Every time she stayed in a hotel and heard voices from other rooms, she became aroused. Maybe there would be fucking.
She concentrated, holding her breath, the sound of her pulse filling her ears for a second. There was more laughter, then some chatting. It sounded like a woman's voice only. Maybe she was on the phone? Alise strained to hear, but when the voice came back a little louder it was clear the woman wasn't speaking English. Norwegian probably. She sounded excited, energized. Alise lay there for a second, the sensation of excitement slowly ebbing away. There was little chances of sex noises if she was on her own, Alise mused. Possible, but less likely. Her little cock settled back into the crease between her leg and groin again, having begun to swell slightly with excitement.
Bad luck, Alise thought as she relaxed again. Not tonight. She wallowed in the bath for a long time, although she had no sense of exactly how long, having removed her watch and not really knowing what time she had actually got into the room. It was only the cooling water and the call of her bed which drove her to get up and reach for the plug.
The foam had nearly all gone, but she wiped what remained off her body as she stood in the draining bath, regarding herself in the mirror for a moment. The colour had returned to her cheeks. In fact, her whole body glowed from the heat, slightly red, particularly around her chest. She regarded herself for a moment, shifting her weight a little to stand asymmetrically and tighten her leg and stomach muscles. She looked good, her recent efforts to concentrate on her eating leaving her with the washboard stomach she had craved for so many years, clearly defined abs showing, a couple of large veins visible running down into her thighs past her groin.
Her cock was hanging low, slightly swollen from the heat, balls which were more used to being pressed up inside her dangling lower than normal. She was tiny, but she was cute. She ran her hands over her breasts for a moment, weighing them and squeezing them together. She'd toyed with the idea of getting implants in the past, but in truth she loved their natural shape. Tiny compared with many of the real women she knew, but like her cock, the most apt word for them in her mind was cute.
The cold air in the room made her shiver, goosebumps returning over her whole body this time. She grabbed a big, cosy bath sheet and rubbed herself dry roughly, before wrapping it around herself, tucking it in under her arm. She hadn't washed her hair, but it was wet at the back, so she grabbed a second towel and roughly scrubbed it dry. She would worry about style in the morning. Now, she just needed to be dry enough to get into bed.
