I had a three day weekend away from work and decided to take a mini vacation to Key West. It is a few hours drive from Miami, so I left on Friday afternoon, checked into my hotel and went bar hopping. I was my usual flirty self and had some fun, but nothing extraordinary to speak of happened.
I woke up around eleven the next morning to a major downpour outside my window. I turned on the TV to the weather channel to discover that a tropical depression was sitting over Key West. It was nothing worth evacuating the island over and would blow over by tomorrow morning, but I would be spending the last 24 hours of my vacation in the hotel. That's what I get for not checking the news before leaving.
The hotel had a bar and a dance club on the first floor, so the day would not be a total waste, but it didn't open until five. I scrolled through the t.v. channels a few times then aimlessly read a book before finally giving up. I couldn't get over that I was stuck here and spending the next six hours in my room was going to drive me crazy. I began to think of what how to stave off the boredom.
My inner desires awoke and immediately I started throwing off my clothes and headed to the bathroom. Naked, I grabbed a towel from the selection on the rack and tried to wrap it around myself. It was exactly what I needed, the towel was able to go around most of my body but not big enough to close, leaving an opening down my side, allowing any on lookers to see I was naked underneath. I adjusted it so that the lowest part rested a little below my curvaceous Brazilian ass and the top was still low enough to show off the impressive cleavage from my 38C breasts.
With eager determination, I grabbed the ice bucket off the counter and walked out the door letting the it close behind me. I was now standing in the hallway armed with only a small towel, bucket and my naughty desires.
I headed to the ice machine realizing how precarious my decision truly was as it took a good bit of concentration to hold the towel together as I walked. Arriving at my first destination I happily encountered a man in his mid-thirties who was staring at the soda machines next to the ice maker. His eyes sprang wide and his head jerked in a double take motion when he realized what I was wearing. I gave him a quick smile and pretended that walking around in just a small bath towel was perfectly normal. He returned his attention to the soda machine in front of him, out of modesty I suppose, not wanting to gawk at the almost naked woman by his side, but his eyes kept darting in my direction.
I set the bucket down on the ground and opened the ice machine's large metal door. It was cold to the touch and sent a shiver through my body, although the sensation could easily have been from the excitement building inside me. Purposely, I bent over at the waist to grab my bucket which made the bottom of my towel slowly ease over my cheeks exposing myself to the stranger. I saw his head turn towards me yet again, but when he thought I caught him staring he snapped back trying to give the false impression that he wasn't staring at my beguiling ass.
The ice machine was mostly empty, I decided to use this to enhance the flashing. I turned my back to the man beside me and leaned my head into the machine so I could scrape what ice was there off the bottom. In doing so my towel was completely pulled over my butt showing him every inch of my slender legs, my butt and my moistening mound. I could not see him but I could feel his lustful stare on my skin and I gave my hips a little sway to add to the moment. I closed my eyes for an instant and bit my lower lip. This was as much for me as it was for my viewer and I wanted to soak in the wild feelings I was experiencing.
I quickly stood back up and turned trying to catch the expression my exhibition put on his face and received a look of awe. This time he kept his gaze on me, losing any sense of pretentiousness and modesty. I said goodbye and with a dirty grin on my face I headed down to hall to the elevator, my sex drive already over-worked.
Pushing the down button I had to wait a but moment before the doors opened and to my disappointment the elevator was empty. Only on the third floor I doubted that anyone else would get on before stopping at the lobby, not wanting to end this excursion quickly, I pushed the top floor button. The elevator reached its destination without incident; discouraged I hit the lobby button. Just one floor below, opportunity arose as the elevator stopped and a pair of guys got on, one wearing a German national soccer jersey so I took them for foreign tourists. They both stopped in amazement seeing my barely clad body. I took the opportunity to offer up the obvious, "Going Down?" line. An accented "Ja" was the response and my suspicions were confirmed. They were probably in the same circumstance as I, vacation ruined by the storm. I was going to give them something positive to remember their trip to the Keys.
The doors closed and the elevator jerked downward. The men were standing directly behind me when I intentionally let go of part of my towel. My only cover unwrapped itself giving the guys a view of my ass. I held onto the front of the towel and spun around, giving the impression that this was an accident. "Oops," I said and asked one of the men to hold my ice bucket so I could wrap myself up again. As nonchalantly as possible I took the towel off entirely, grabbed the ends and pulled it around my back. I was now standing naked in the elevator, arms open wide, holding the towel behind me. The two Germans stood in silence, mouths slightly agape at the sight. I did not wrap myself up immediately, instead holding the outstretched towel open for the men. Their eyes danced up and down my body moving from my breasts to my shaved pussy and back again. The longer I stood there, the hornier I became. I was getting wet and desperately wanted to relieve the sensation when I felt the elevator slow to a halt. I quickly wrapped the towel around myself as best I could, grabbed the bucket from my German gawker and went into the lobby. The men were so stunned from my exposure that the doors closed on them before they realized it and back up they went.
The lobby was empty with the exception of a few hotel employees. A maid readying her cleaning cart, a bored looking bell hop, and the concierge behind the desk were the only inhabitants. I walked over to the concierge, who was on the phone and did not see me approach, and offered a lie about getting locked out of my room. Looking up he jumped at the sight of me in his lobby wearing a white, too small towel. I waited with a devilish smile for him to ask me how this happened, but instead he snapped his fingers at the bell hop, who also seeing my state of undress for the first time was stunned and did not respond to his boss. A few more sharp snaps in his direction got him moving as the man behind the desk ask for my room number. He was quick to get me out of the lobby, most likely trying to save me of embarrassment. Had he known this was intentional perhaps he would not have been so hasty.
