My Holiday Vacation

Fact or Fantasy? I'm going to leave that to your imagination. But please let me know if you enjoy the story. With enough positive feedback, I'll post further more about the weeks adventures!

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You'll need to read part I for the details of how I got to this point. Just to bring you up to speed, my best friend from college, Celeste, has left me in a motel room with absolutely nothing to wear and no way to go anywhere. I didn't have any idea of when she would be back. And to top it off, I've just exposed all my assets to Martin, who delivered my lunch.

I was famished and lunch tasted so good. But I was thirsty for something other than water. I decided to set my tray outside the door and hope I heard the cart when it was picked up. I lay down on the bed and flipped through the channels on TV. There wasn't much on, so I settled on some old sit-coms. After about 45 minutes I finally checked outside the door. The cart had come and I didn't hear it. I really needed some caffeine by now. I bit the bullet and called room service: "May I speak to Martin?"

"Martin is off duty now. He'll be back tomorrow. Can anyone else help you?"

What's a girl to do? I thought for a moment and decided to suffer. Surely Celeste would be back soon. So I lay down on the bed again and watch some more lame TV. As I relaxed, I slipped into that place between awake and asleep. I let my fingers wonder to that magic place and let them softly, gently wander where ever they wanted. At some point I drifted off to sleep. And in my sleep I must have had some pretty sexy dreams, because I was really aroused when I woke up. It was a knock at the door woke me. This time I was alert enough I knew where I was and what predicament I was in. I picked up my towel and looked through the peep-hole, then threw the door open. I was excited, yet angry to see Celeste.

"What the hell did you think you were doing!? What if the place had caught on fire? I had to expose myself to room service. And God only knows how many people saw me through the window before I got the shades closed."

Celeste was smiling real big, almost laughing. "Yeah, you looked pretty sexy through the window. And Martin was really turned on." Celeste confessed to me that she hadn't even left the hotel except to get herself some lunch. And she confessed that Martin and his family were good friends of hers. She only saw them a few times a year, but he was certainly willing to do this favor for her.

I didn't know whether to be angry, flattered, or horny. "So, can I get dressed now? Maybe we could go to the pool?" Then I realized the only thing Celeste was carrying was her purse and a small bag.

"That's a good idea, Sheila. Here - here's a pair of panties and a t-shirt. You can't go to jail this way, but it'll be like having next to nothing on." She tossed these to me.

I couldn't admit to myself, let alone her that so far this weekend was like a fantasy come true! I put them on and made a fuss. "Girlfriend, my boobs are showing through this t-shirt dry. It won't hide anything at all wet. And I don't dare bend over in these panties - they're a size too small - my whole ass would be on display."

She didn't say a word. Instead she handed my my drivers license, pushed me out the door and toward the pool. I know we passed half a dozen men on the way to the pool. And I know they noticed me - their eyes burned into me. At the pool Celeste settled into the hot-tub. "Come on in, Sheila - the water's great."

I leaned over and whispered - "It'll make my t-shirt see-through."

Celeste replied "While you're in the water, no one will know." She had a good point, so I slid into the water with her.

We got to talking and I kind of forgot about my situation. We brought each other up to date on what had been happening. After 15 or 20 minutes of conversation, Celeste got out of the water (she looked fine in her one-piece suit, too!) and commented that since it was pushing 6 p.m. she was going to go to the room and order us some pizza for dinner. I told her I'd join her soon, enjoying the relaxed sensation. I stayed another 10 or 15 minutes, then got out. And yes, it was as if I had nothing on. I dried the best I could, held the towel in front of me, picked up my id and headed for our room. I knocked on the door - no answer. I knocked again - still no answer. Now what do I do? I've locked my key in the room, Celeste isn't in there.

I went back to the pool and to sit in the water and wait. But it had become uncomfortably crowded, especially for my attire. I did the only other thing I knew to do - I headed for the lobby to get a replacement key. When I turned the corner to the lobby I froze. There had to be 2 or 3 dozen men there. I had no idea what was going on, but I couldn't walk out there like this, even holding a towel in front of me. I turned and high-tailed it back to my room and pounded on the door. Still no answer.

After surveying my options: stand in the hall and wait for God knows how long; go to the pool and put my body on display; or stand in line in the lobby for (hopefully) a short period of time. I finally settled on option 3. I mustered up all the courage I had, and walked purposefully into the lobby. I got in line (about 5 people ahead of me), holding my towel in front of me, suspecting that anyone could see my butt right through my panties. I felt eyes on me from all directions. And it seemed I was in the slowest moving line. After what seemed like hours, but was really about 10 minutes, I was next. I explained to the gentleman (yes, it had to be all men working the counter that night) that I had locked my key in my room. He took my ID, looked at it, did something on his computer, looked at it again. "Ms. Cxxxxx, I'm sorry but I don't find any reservations under your name."

"It's under Celeste Bxxxxxx."

He looked under that name. "Yes, here it is, but since the room isn't in your name, I can't issue a key to you."

I thought I was going to explode from a combination of anger, embarrassment, and fear.

"I can call the room and see of Ms. Bxxxxxx is there."

I was just about to answer when I heard Celeste speaking very loudly: "Sheila! I've been looking all over for you." Then she giggled some. "Next time you slip out of the room, you really should get dressed. You've probably left several men with a little problem tonight."

I couldn't believe she said such things so loud. I know my face was red again. But at least I was safe (or safer, anyway). I didn't want to admit it to her, but Celeste was getting me so turned on, I didn't know if I could wait much longer for release. And we hadn't masturbated together or had sex in so many years, I didn't know if she was open to the idea anymore. I was turning into putty in her hands. She led me, ever so slowly and the long way around, back to our room. Once there she told me how she had watched much of what I did. Then she told me to undress, that she had one more surprise for the night. I had no idea what it might be, but I was ready to find out.