Suzie was in just a bit of a pickle. She was locked out of her room with only the skimpiest of towels to cover her. There was no way back in as the door had closed behind her with a very firm click indeed. The key was on the inside on the table just where she had put it when she had first come into her hotel bedroom..
How had it happened? How had she been so stupid? She had only nipped out to see if she had dropped her scarf in the corridor when she had come back to her hotel room not ten minutes before. A quick shower and then she had noticed it missing. A sudden idea in her head that it might be outside, just dropped on the floor. A Hermes scarf - not the sort of thing you could casually lose and not worry about. Unfortunately it was not outside her door, but then she had thought she might have dropped it a little up the corridor or even just around the corner. It had been the automatic, unthinking going to see, yes, just a quick peak around the corner, that had been her undoing. The sound of that click behind her had come just as she peered around the corner and had instantly known both what the sound was and just what it meant. The scarf, of course, had not been there.
The towel barely covered her nipples - it only just reached below her sex. As a skirt it could not have been shorter; as a dress it could not have begun any lower. Holding it at the back, she was not sure its two ends actually closed over her bottom - it was not an item of modesty. Suzie was for a moment rooted to the spot - or rather rooted to her door handle, She had, of course, scooted straight back to her door. Back to safety - not!
She could not bear the idea of going down to reception like that for another key card - it would be simply too awful. Suzie reasoned she had two alternatives - hide in a cupboard or knock on Brian's door. She knew it would be dreadful doing the latter but the idea of hiding in a cupboard was plain stupid and there was simply no way she could go down to reception: not like that. It had to be done, she had go to him - Brian, of all people. Why could she not have gone to the client visit with someone else like Cathy or even Mr. Evans, her boss? It would have been so easy to knock on Cathy's door or even Mr Evans: but no, they were not there, only Brian. For him to see her like this, almost worse to have to ask for help and worse reveal her stupid mistake... It did not bear thinking about.
At least she could remember his room number - but he was on the top floor. She had to get there. Walking down the corridor trying to hold the towel was one thing, calling the lift and not knowing who would be in it or might come out of it was quite another. Suzie scurried to the lift and pressed the button, managing to drop the towel in the process. She was lucky, for a few moments she had been stark bollock naked, as the expression goes, on the second floor. Anyone coming out of a room would have seen her! Worse, if he or she had come out just when she bent down and grabbed the towel. It would have been obvious she did not have bollocks!
By the time the lift arrived, modesty was restored and Suzie's relief in finding it empty was palpable. She pressed the button for the seventh floor and, in the process, managed to drop the towel again. As the doors closed she hurriedly bent and picked it up. It was perhaps lucky it had not been caught in the door. How awful would it have been to see that scrap of semi-modesty whisked away as the lift ascended - just disappearing between the closed lift doors and left trapped between the lift doors on her floor.
Momentarily she imagined the 'ping' as the lift reached the seventh floor and the doors opening and her standing there naked. A surprise to anyone waiting and what if happened to be the awful Brian?
It was one of those lifts with mirrors all around and, as the lift moved and Suzie straightened, she saw herself reflected innumerable times, the image bounding off opposing mirrors creating an illusion of tens, or even more, Suzies disappearing into the distance, all of course completely naked. More breasts than she could count and half as many vee shapes of dark curly hair.
Desperately Suzie wrapped herself in the towel and then realised the lift had stopped on the third floor. It was a chance, a forlorn hope that nobody would get in, perhaps the person who called the lift would already have got into the other one. Suzie was not so lucky. It was not one person but two men dressed smartly in suits. They did not say a word and after glancing at her seemed to look away and ignore her. How gentlemanly! It was only as the lift stopped on the sixth and they got out did she realise they had been staring behind her and into the mirror; at her visible bottom between the not quite closing edges of the towel. As they got out on the sixth they turned as one and watched her through the closing doors. The bulges in their trousers obvious. What if the lift had failed, the lights had gone out and she been trapped in the lift with them? Surely hands would have roamed - or worse? Would her white towel have been pulled away and stuffed into her mouth to prevent her making a sound? She shuddered as the lift ascended once more.
On the seventh floor Suzie raced up the corridor looking for Brian's room number, all the time holding on to her towel. She knocked.
"Wait a minute - who is it?"
It had just got worse, Brian was presumably in the shower or something, and behind her she could hear footsteps. "It's me!"
"Suzie?"
Yes, of course it was her - it was Suzie's voice. "Quick, quick (you dickhead)."
But it was too late. The footsteps were right behind her. She tried to look nonchalant, starting to walk down the corridor. Suzie heard the pause, the intake of breath, the confirmation the towel still did not meet in the middle. It was a man, it had to be a man, and he looked back at her as he passed and nodded but he was not really looking at her face, no, he was looking her up and down and not making much secret of it. His broad grin was a complete giveaway. She supposed it had been an appreciative nod - one of approval (bastard).
Suzie watched the man's retreating figure. Just as he reached the corner he turned and looked at her again. His grin had not lessened (men!).
Brian's door opened and she turned. He had indeed been in the shower and had just a towel around his waist, its ends clutched behind him. No problem for him as it fully covered what needed to be covered. He gaped at seeing Suzie dressed in so little and stepped towards her. She knew just how she appeared with her boobs almost popping out of the top of the towel and all sorts of interesting things - to a man - almost appearing at its base. He was clearly stunned by her appearance - not so much her being there but how she looked. After a half step he was, seemingly, rooted to the spot, for once in his life lost for words. Behind him the door was slowly closing, the fire door closer doing its job and in slow but inexorable motion. They both stood and stared at each unspeaking. They were not paying attention to the door. Then Suzie found voice:
"Hey, watch out."
Brian began to take another step towards her, not realising what her warning meant, and the door moved its last half inch and closed catching the edge of Brian's towel just as he moved. As he stepped away it caught, was held, pulled and came off, leaving him damp, pink and completely naked in the corridor with Suzie and her tiny towel. Instinctively her eyes dropped and she got quite a shock. For all his bluster, his irritating manliness, Brian had the smallest cock she had ever seen. She had thought herself the embarrassed one but now... It was really, really tiny.
He squeaked - literally squeaked and grabbed at the towel pulling at it. It was quite a ridiculous sight and Suzie almost burst out laughing at the sight of her co-worker tugging frantically at his towel as it remained firmly trapped in the door, his little cock bouncing around as he pulled. It just would not come away. It was completely stuck in the closing door. Suzie would have laughed out loud in derision had not, firstly, she been in almost the same predicament and, secondly, there were more footsteps coming.
"Quick Brian, in here." It was to be a stupid cupboard after all. It was small and cluttered with cleaning equipment. Suzie dragged him in with one hand and with the other pulled the door closed behind them, unfortunately releasing her hand on her towel. It slipped. It was cramped in the cupboard and brought them up close and personal - hardly the regulation space between co-workers - indeed no separation at all. It was not just that her arm was touching his bare arm but her breasts were pressed against his naked skin. The footsteps came closer and stopped. It was a man and a woman talking and they stopped right outside the cupboard - of all places. Perhaps they were looking at Brian's towel hanging from his room's door.
Suzie held still, not saying a word, hardly daring to breathe as she listened. So conscious her towel had slipped to the floor. She could only retrieve it once they were out of the cupboard. There was not room to bend down and get it until they were out of the cupboard - but then, she realised, Brian would be able to see her. The thought of Brian of all people seeing her naked was awful. It was awful being tight against him, skin to skin, it would be even worse to be seen naked by him. It then came to her that Brian was moving: no, not his hands or arms or legs or head but unbelievably and awfully he was having an erection. Pressed face to face in the cupboard, breast to breast, his cock was obviously stirring and growing. His little cock was growing and poking into the curls of her pubic hair. She could feel it. Brian's genitalia was touching her own - really poking at it! Something in her worst nightmares she had never imagined!
Suzie could not even say "Don't do that." given the people outside the door. She did not even dare nudge him and, in any case, what could he do? It was, after all, an involuntary, natural reaction. Men had erections. Simple as that. Unsurprising, really, when pushed up against a naked woman. Even she could not find fault with him for that. There it was, she could most definitely feel it, growing and poking right at her. The awful idea jumped into her head of the little thing suddenly coming and leaving sticky, white semen to matt her curly hair. His stupid little penis - she could not really believe it was so small - pumping his stuff onto her. The further embarrassment of a man's cum dripping from her pubes adding to her existing nudity.
There was no sudden feeling of spurting, no hot wetness: just the feel of a little hard cock and the terrible consciousness of being tightly and unmovingly up against Brian, skin to skin. So not what she had ever wanted to do! At last the voices moved off. Suzie pushed at the door - it did not budge. Again an awful image: being trapped and getting hotter and sweatier with Brian in the cupboard and being unable to stop him pushing his cock up between her legs and having sexual intercourse. And then she felt Brian's hand moving and touching her hip.
"What are you doing?" She hissed.
"The handle," he explained and the door opened..
The light flooded in and Suzie stepped out looking first up and down the corridor before turning and bending down to reach for her towel only to come face to face with Brian's erection. The whole thing was like a miniature version of what she was used to. Perfectly proportioned but only about 3 inches long - and that was in its erect state. It was indeed clearly and very firmly erect: little ruddy pink swollen head, wrinkly foreskin and all. Nothing unusual, all properly arranged, a finely proportioned example as regards its various components - just very small and out of proportion with his body.
Suzie had her towel but there were the sound of more footsteps. Hurriedly she got back into the cupboard. Brian's hands flew to hide his penis as Suzie stepped back into the cupboard and pulled the door closed plunging them back into darkness and safety.
This time instead of Brian's cock exploring her intimate curls she had pushed herself in onto his hands. The footsteps got closer and they both froze as the footsteps passed and receded.
"Could you possibly take your hands away from my thighs and make that thing go down." Suzie did not know which was worse: a pair of hands at her pubes or Brian's hard little cock touching her.
"Sorry. I... what are we going to do? Indeed, why are you here at all?"
"You're the man. Isn't it your job to lead?" With Brian, Suzie could not avoid the nasty sarcasm.
"What were you doing at my door with precious little on? I mean I know you girls find me irresistible but..."
He seemed to have recovered something of his usual self.
"Shut up, Brian. I had done the same thing as you have just, so brilliantly done, (prat) - locked myself out. I'd come to ask you to go to reception and get my key."
"I'd better do that then."
He opened the door, peered out and went to pull again at his towel. It remained stuck fast in the door. Brian returned to the cupboard and got in with Suzie..
"Bugger. It's stuck. Can I have your towel, Suzie."
"No, you bloody can't"
