Note to readers: Thanks to a feedback comment on a previous story, I remembered this adventure... and immediately felt it would also make an interesting story. So... feedback can be helpful, y'all.
One of our favorite cities is Chicago. Fortunately for us... Anthony visits Chicago several times each year for work-related meetings. And... I get to be the tag-along spouse at some world-class hotels... yay!
Last year, we were staying in a downtown Chicago hotel for several days where simultaneously a professional conference of some sort was happening. I never really found out what the specifics were for the conference but did figure out quickly it was a group of engineers. First... their name badges included the name of their host organization... ending in "of Engineers." And then, second... one of the guys I met in the bar on the first night was wearing a t-shirt with the words, "Engineers Do It with Precision." Ahhh... good hints, eh?
On our first evening, Ant and I met a few of these engineers at the private bar area on our executive-level floor. They were mostly men on our floor... and they appeared to all hold leadership positions in their professional organization of engineers. It was Happy Hour, so they were enjoying a bit of relaxation at the end of their conference day... but they were also discussing off-and-on what adjustment they wanted to make in their sessions over the next couple days.
As we enjoyed our drinks, Ant and I both noticed that I was getting some semi-interested looks from several of the guys. I was still in my travel clothes at that point, so there really wasn't that much to see.
In addition to the mostly modest clothes I pack to accompany Ant in his professional settings, I always pack a few sets of what I consider to be "play clothes." These are clothes I can wear that are skimpy, flirty and fun... outfits meant to be worn around the hotel, visiting museums, shopping, etc. When I overheard that the conference had about 600 participants, I was inspired to start planning my outfits and my appearances to maximize the potential of a ready-made audience.
The concierge at our hotel connected us with a wonderful restaurant for dinner... wow! After a leisurely dinner, we returned to our hotel and we decided to have a drink and perhaps some dessert in the top-floor bar before turning in. it appeared that our own hotel bar was a destination night spot... perfect!
What a great place! It had very large windows around three sides with amazing views of the Chicago downtown skyline. The design of the bar was elegant... a triangle bar in the middle of a square space. What we found was that the space on the other side of the triangle bar was pretty much private from the other two sides of the triangle... sweet! That's where we went... and it proved to be a space with a great view and no direct public exposure. My creative juices were flowing!
It was almost 11pm, and the place was humming with laughter and conversation. They may be analytical engineers, but they also obviously knew how to kick back and have some fun. A few other couples were enjoying the "private" part of the top-floor bar... but it appeared to be populated mostly by the convention goers.
We checked the place out, and each enjoyed an Irish coffee. I'd seen all I needed... so we went down two floors in the elevator to our executive-level floor. As we walked out of the elevator, we saw four people in the honor-bar seating area. We chatted with them briefly and then walked to our room at the end of the hall.
Our room was a corner junior suite... the entry room was the living area with a sectional seating area with a couple of plush sofas, desk, large-screen TV, and a mini-kitchen... with floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides. Then... there was a spacious bedroom with a king-size bed and luxurious bathroom with its own large window. My hubby knows how to keep me happy!
As we do often in downtown hotels, we both shucked our clothes immediately... with no worries in closing the curtains. Our view... similar to the view from the bar a couple of floors above... was spectacular from both the living room and the bedroom. And... several high-rise hotels near ours on two sides had a clear view of us... lights on and no curtains. Both Ant and I find this to be a fun part of high-rise hotel stays.
Naked and very happy... Anthony and I walked close to our floor-to-ceiling window in the bedroom and looked out on the amazing vision of the Chicago skyline in the middle of the night... magical! We spotted several fully lit windows in two nearby hotels with some movement... one couple watching TV in their hotel robes... a woman working on a laptop computer in just her underwear... another couple leisurely unpacking their suitcases. In addition, we saw five more windows with an outline of a person or two with dim lighting in their room... these were the viewers we felt might be seeking a late-night show.
Of course, we knew full well that, if we could see them, they could see us. As we surveyed the landscape of nearby windows, we didn't see any indication that we were being watched. Not yet anyway.
After a couple minutes, I grew a bit restless... ready for even more. I walked into the bathroom and selected what appeared to be the largest of the towels. I tied it around me... securing it above my boobs. I looked into the bathroom mirror... yep, it covered my yoni and ass enough to consider myself safe. I walked out to have Ant check my towel outfit out... he agreed that I was covered just enough, but also exposed enough to be provocative.
Anthony decided to check his email, so I decided to see what was going on our floor. When I opened our door, I could hear a soft conversation in the bar area... sweet! I stepped out into the hall... making sure the security bar was blocking the doors from closing completely. I walked down the hall toward the bar... my heart beating hard and fast, wondering who would be hanging out in the bar at this late hour.
As I entered the bar and conversation area... I found just two women... both dressed casually. I said, 'Hi," and continued walking to the whiskey bar. Yes... I was totally impressed earlier that a bottle of Maker's Mark was available... what a cool amenity to offer!
I poured a couple of glasses of Maker's Mark and added a couple of ice cubes to each... our special nightcap at home. When I turned around... I saw that both women had turned to watch me. And... both were smiling. Yummy!
I walked over to their seating area and smiled back. I lifted the glass in my right hand, and said, "Cheers, ladies!" They both lifted their glasses, and one of the women replied, "Cheers back at you." And then she added with a big smile, "And, by the way... I like your outfit."
I laughed and said back, "Well... it's literally just a little thing I threw on."
They laughed briefly, and the second woman said, "Well... you look amazing in just a plush white towel, my dear. We'd ask you to join us, but it looks like you've prepared a drink for someone else also."
I replied, "Oh... my hubby is checking his email, so I can sit for a couple minutes." I walked into the U-shaped seating area across from the two women, put my two drinks on the table in the middle of the three sofas, and carefully sat down with my right leg curled under me.
The first woman said, "My name is Tracy. Happy you can join us."
The second woman added quickly, "I'm Zoey... and it looks like you're practiced in wearing just a towel... assuming you are naked underneath, of course."
I introduced myself, and said, "I'm actually most comfortable while naked, but felt it might be too risqué on our first night here in Chicago."
Zoey turned to Tracy, and asked, "Trace... have you ever walked around naked or almost naked in the halls of a hotel? Tell Annie the truth... because I know the answer!"
