Part 2
"Shit!" she said, and in a panic, she broke her rule about touching door handles with her bare hands. She grabbed it and pulled. Thankfully, it opened.
"Oh thank god...." She said. Then she CURSED herself for thinking it would lock in the first place! Now her bra was gone, and she had probably just contracted some crazy disease by touching that filthy door knob.
All she had left now was the shoes and the towel, and it was her own damn fault!
The panicky feeling started up again, as did the throbbing. Given how difficult it was going to be to keep her curvy body somewhat covered with the smallish towel alone, Jess was now faced with exactly WHAT to cover.
"UUhhh....ok....focus Jess. Oh god...what do I do now??" she said out loud. She came up with one option right away. She remembered seeing a phone in the elevator lobby just down the hall...maybe she could call down to the front desk and have a key sent up? She quickly decided that was the "least exposing" way to go...provided that no one came up the elevator or down the hall while she was there!
She took a deep breath, and tried to figure out exactly how to wear the towel. Once again, she tried to wrap it around her upper half. Once again, it would not come close -- given her ample breasts. So she was forced to wrap it around her waist. Like before, her full rear end and hips swayed and jiggled quite a bit as she walked, so she needed to keep an eye on things potentially loosening up. Without the bra, she needed to use both hands to cover her bare chest.
She slowly started to walk in the direction of the elevators. She could hear TV's on in at least two rooms, and a phone conversation in a third. Her stomach was full of butterflies as she made her way down past the closed doors, her mind projecting that any one of them could open without warning and she would be seen instantly. She tried to mentally prepare for that occurrence. Of course, the throbs got progressively more noticeable, and pleasurable. With Jess now having to keep her breasts covered with her hands, her rock hard nipples were tingling like mad under her soft palms. Feeling a little daring, just for the shortest of moments, Jess stopped walking, took a quick glance around, then took a deep breath and gave her breasts a little squeeze.
"Oohhh..." she said, as a ripple of yummy went right through her. It felt so good, she didn't have to think twice about doing it again.
"Uhh...oh yeah..." she said, her eyes closing. Another squeeze, then a rub. More throbs, actually, pulsations now. She knew that if she kept it up much longer, an orgasm was on the horizon. She got so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that when her towel lost it's grip on her hips it nearly dropped to the floor.
But her germ-o-phobic side won the battle with her horny, sexy, steamy side -- and she was able to catch the towel just as it reached her knees -- keeping it from becoming tainted by the filth on the floor.
"Oh god...wow. OK Jess....no more distractions." She muttered to herself as she re-wrapped the towel around her bare waist, hips and curvy rear. The problem was, the throbs that had now morphed into a constant pulsing...well that REALLY felt good. Jess was finding it difficult to focus. Even remembering which direction (right or left) the elevators were was a stretch for her. She continued down the hall once she figured it out.
As she approached the little turn into the elevator lobby, she slowed down considerably, and peered around the corner. She saw the three elevators, and the small table all the way at the end, where the phone sat.
Her heart started to race (even faster than it already was) as she realized that to use the phone, she would be very vulnerable to anyone coming off the elevator...essentially standing at the end of a dead-end hallway. She waited another few seconds, and did not hear any noises coming from the elevators, so she decided that it was now or never.
She dashed in front of the elevators, and after a few quick, somewhat unsteady steps in her heels, felt her towel start to loosen. This time, Her hands were not quick enough to catch it, and it dropped to the floor behind her. She squealed in horror, and made a split second decision to just stop, grab it, and run to the phone without putting it back on, just to save time. She literally held it between her left thumb and forefinger, and kept it at arms length from her body....now that it had touched the floor.
She looked at the phone. It had been FOREVER since Jess had used a (gross) public phone. True, this was an extenuating set of circumstances, but still. Who knows who had used it last? Or sneezed into it?
Deciding that the towel was the cleaner option at this point, Jess used it as a buffer between her hand and the phone as she picked up the handset, and dialed 0.
Just as it started to ring, she heard an elevator start up.
"Oh no!!" she said in a panic.
Cover up with a dirty towel, or get caught totally naked. This was the choice she was now faced with. And she had seconds to decide.
Modesty prevailed this time. She tried to cradle the phone handset between her shoulder and cheek (yuck!) as she used her hands to get the towel back on. Almost instantly the phone slipped out and crashed on the table.
"Hello...front desk..." she could faintly hear in the receiver.
"OOooo!!" the towel dropped again as she picked up the phone handset. She misjudged the length of the cord that connected the handset to the base, and the base went flying off of the table.
"Aaahh!!" she exclaimed in a panic. She put the handset to up her ear, yanking the base of the phone across the floor.
