He had dreamed of this for years. His wife was finally going to satisfy his incredible craving for exhibiting her. She was standing in her hotel room, looking at her reflection in the mirror. What she saw made her nervous.
Her name was Missy. She had married Jay two years ago, and he had very eccentric sexual tastes. He really preferred the sexual appetizers more than the main course. Her sex drive had diminished, but she chose to do this for him.
She was standing in front of a mirror in a neon blue thong bikini. The top tightly concealed her 38D breasts. The cleavage made from the tight top was amazing. The top would have caused some heads to turn, but the skimpy rear end was what was really going to cause a stir. She looked at her rear. She didn't feel like it was anything special, didn't feel like she should be wearing this thing, but she would do it for her husband.
She approached the door to the room, preparing to walk into the hallway. She carried no towel, nothing to cover herself. That was part of the deal. Had she been walking out onto a beach in Florida, no one would think it was odd that she was just wearing a thong swimsuit, but she wasn't in Florida. She was in central Illinois, the heartland, where modesty was the norm.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. She could hear some activity in a room down the hall, but the hall was clear. Had someone been in the hall, she might have chickened out right there. She stepped out the door and heard the lock click shut. She had no key, Jay had it, and so she now had no choice but to go through with this.
She started walking down the hallway. Her breathing was quick, but she tried to look calm. Appropriately, her ass felt naked. It felt odd to have her butt cheeks move so freely in public. She felt exposed.
The hotel was a small Best Western, so it wouldn't take long to walk to the pool. It was located within a glass sunroom adjacent to the lobby. Anyone in the lobby could see everything in the pool. She turned the corner and entered the edge of the lobby. There were four people in the lobby: the hotel clerk, a middle aged couple checking in, and a young man sitting on a couch pretending to read the paper. The man reading the paper was Jay. A thin smile escaped his lips when he saw her. The rush he got was better than sex.
Melissa started walking to the pool door entrance, a walk that would bring her into view of everyone. A walk of about twenty feet. She got half way there and felt her feet hit the cold tiles of the lobby floor. The cold chill went right to her nipples, and they poked through her bikini top. The couple at the counter was discussing their arrangements, when they suddenly stopped. Melissa couldn't see behind her, but she knew they were looking at her ass in the thong.
She reached for the poolroom door and was confused when it wouldn't open, it was locked. She looked over at the counter for assistance. Everyone was looking at her. The woman had an annoyed look on her face, probably because her husband was blatantly gawking at her. The hotel clerk finally managed to speak.
"You, uh, need a key for that," he said. Simultaneously, he held up a key.
Melissa sucked in a breath, and started walking to the counter. All three were now starring at her ample cleavage; the men looked with lust, the woman with disdain. Melissa grabbed the key and turned to walk back to the poolroom. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jay. He was suppressing the biggest grin and erection imaginable. The approving look from Jay gave her a flash of confidence. Rather than nervously scurrying back to the poolroom door, she walked a little slower, giving her butt some extra wiggle when she walked. The effect was not lost on anyone. She unlocked the door and walked in, finding a sun lounger to sit on and collect her thoughts. She couldn't believe she'd done it. She was filled with nervous excitement.
She could see the lobby to her right. The couple finished checking in and moved on, the hotel clerk disappeared into a room behind the desk, probably to get relief. Jay was also gone, but she knew he was close. He was probably just changing vantage points.
She decided to slip into the hot tub and relax and wait for Jay to pop up. She pressed the start button on the hot tub and enjoyed the warm sensations. The sound of the pool door opening perked her up; she turned expecting to see Jay. Instead, it was a teenage boy, probably around eighteen, but not much older. He was tall and lanky, wearing baggy yellow swim trunks. Melissa decided to break the ice.
"How ya doin'?"
The boy answered in a quiet voice, "Oh, fine, uh, and you?"
