I shuffle my feet down the painstakingly long hallway to my hotel room. I've just arrived in San Francisco and the lateness of the hour is quickly catching up to me. The floral patterned carpet beneath my shoes swirls in a psychedelic frenzy as my groggy eyes struggle to keep their focus.
The hallway is brightly lit, annoyingly so, but the décor is tasteful, muted by earth tones. At the end of the hall is a large, yet elegant mirror. I gaze at my reflection trying to stay steady on my feet. My hair is tousled by my long day of travel and my wrinkled clothes cling tightly to my skin. I can't wait to get out of them.
Finally I reach my room. I drop my bags and fumble through my oversized purse searching for the key card. Where is that damn thing? I feel the shape of an object resembling a credit card brush between my fingertips. The surface is smooth. This must be it. I pull the card from my bag, slide it through the key slot and quickly yank it out. Damn it! Red lights! I try it again, still locked. Why don't these things ever work right? This time I try a different approach. I hold the key in it's slot for just a moment before slowly removing it. A green light flashes, oh thank God it worked!
I gather up my belongings and drag myself inside. Shutting the door behind me, I rest the weight of my body against it. I take a deep breath and hold it in my lungs for a moment. Tension builds in my shoulders and chest as I hold my breath tightly. Quickly I push the air from my body and for a moment my stress is relieved. Peeling myself away from the door, I toss my bags into the closet and make my way to the bed.
Exhausted, I fall backwards onto the bed, letting my body be absorbed by the fluffy pillow top mattress. I stretch my arms and legs in all directions, taking pleasure in the fact that I paid an obscene amount of money for a room with a king size bed. My work often drags me all over the country and I spare no expense for a good night's rest. Lying there, I take in the scene of my expansive suite. The soft glow from the lamp on the dressing table illuminates the room. The color scheme is a regal blend of red, navy and beige accented by dark cherry furniture.
As I sit up on the edge of the bed, I turn and observe the window at the far end of the room. It is draped in floor length navy curtains dotted with golden stars. An executive looking chair and side tabled are nestled in the corner near by. As I squint my eyes to look closer at the chair, I'm reminded of the one that use to sit in my father's office when I was young girl. I remember how the dim glow of the desk lamp outlined his form as he smoked his nightly cigar.
Quickly I rattle my head to bring my self back to reality. I've got to get out of these clothes. I shimmy out of my blazer and toss it on the dressing table. I feel the air against my skin through the delicate fabric of my silk blouse. It brushes smoothly against my skin as I move. I run my palms down the sides of my skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles as I stand up. The wool is coarse, scratchy like a Brillo pad. Not exactly the best choice of clothing for a long day of travel. I quickly undo the zipper and slide it down my bare legs. I only wear nylons to appease the fetish of a lover.
Standing there in my heels and silk blouse, I look down and I'm a bit taken back by my choice of panties for the day. A tiny, side tie bikini brief, black with red cherries and ruffles. The cut is so small, half of my ass hangs out the back. In my sleep deprived state, I had forgotten putting them on. I like to wear naughty little things under my work clothes sometimes, I gets me hot thinking about who might take them off later. I chuckle to myself as I realize I'm the one who'll be removing them tonight. I continue undressing by sliding my hands up my blouse to the first button. My fingers fumble as I quickly undo each one. I'm to tired to seduce myself tonight, I just want to get these clothes off so I can cum.
I tear the blouse from my body revealing a lacy, red, industrial strength pushup bra. My tits are clear up to my neck. Like an old pro, I reach behind my back and pop the hook with two fingers. The bra drops to the floor freeing my perky bosoms. My nipples tighten in response to the chilled air in the room.
I run my hands across my chest, squeezing each breast for a moment. I slide my hands down my strong torso to my panties, and I search with my finger on the outside of my underwear for the shape of my clit. It becomes engorged as the fabric stimulates my senses. I become restless as my hand circles my pubic bone. My mind craves more excitement.
I remember seeing another hotel in close proximity to mine as my limo dropped me off this evening. My panties become wet as the idea of giving someone a show enters my brain. I race over to the drapes and quickly draw them open. The city lights are revealed in a stunning display. Across the street is another large and lavish hotel. A wall of windows stretches in front of me, dotted with random squares of light like a computer grid. My heart races. Surely someone will see me as I pleasure myself.
