Naed at the Holiday Inn-for Real!

This is a 100% true story that just happened and I need to share!

I know, I know. How many times has someone said that and then three sentences in you find yourself thinking "no it's not," because, well, obviously it isn't.

But here's my pitch. I've already written the fantasy, this is the story of me trying it out in real life and succeeding.

And yeah, it's a much less exciting story, than the fantastical one.

Actually that's not true. For me, it is ten, maybe a hundred times more exciting because it is real. It just happened to me and I am so stoked I am presenting it here for what I hope is your amusement.

I am at a Holiday Inn, but not like the one I wrote about in my story, Holiday Inn Humiliation.

That story was based on a true incident. I did lock myself out of my room and go down to the lobby in just a towel and my towel did slip down as I reached for my key. That's it, everything else in that story was make believe. Also, I might add, that was almost 30 years ago (right there, if I was making this up I'd cut that back to at least 20 years ago, probably 15).

Tonight, I found myself on the road for the first time in a long time and I decided it was time for an encore. This time I am in Greensboro, not Fayetteville.

If I was going to do this, I knew I'd have to be a little drunk.

So around 7:30, I headed down to the bar.

Now this Holiday Inn is not a big convention hotel. The lobby in this hotel is pretty nondescript, with a dining room and a little bar that seats about eight people.

I sit at one end of the bar and order a beer. There are six other people sitting there, five guys and one woman and the bartender who is also a woman. Not exactly the mix I was hoping for.

The women are both Hispanic. The bartender is short and seems tired. She is probably in her mid 40's. The other woman, mid thirties is rather sexy and is holding court. She has a thick Spanish accent and is telling stories about how that accent and the mispronunciation of certain English words have gotten her in trouble sometimes. The stories are not particularly funny, but everybody is laughing. Go figure.

Bored and wired at the same time, I drink my beer and then another and then another, all the while surveying the area trying to figure out if this could even work.

I look over at the front desk, there is one woman behind the counter.

Well, I think, if I put my plan into action right now, between her, the bartender and the woman holding court, I know my almost naked embarrassment would be witnessed by at least three women.

And just as I'm thinking this, the only woman at the bar and the guy she is with get up to leave. He asks for two beers to be added to his tab so that he can take them to his room.

See, this is where my hesitating has always gotten me in trouble. I'm telling myself if I delay, the situation might get better and instead it gets worse!

I'm bummed that this just might not work out. I have zero interest in exposing myself to a bar full of guys. And yet, there is still the bartender and the woman at the front desk. I just want one or two more women involved.

And then I think, "wait a minute, I can take beers to my room!?" Who new?

In my defense, I don't usually drink and I haven't stayed in a hotel by myself for quite some time.

I decide to do the same. I ask for my tab and take another beer up to my room.

Now this is why I was excited to get to my room. Obviously nothing was happening at the bar and the few people who had come into the hotel while I was sitting there had all been men.

Normally, this is where I'd either give up on my dream or go back to my room, guzzle down the last beer and then strip down, put on a towel, head to the lobby and hope for the best.

I had done this many times years ago when I travelled a lot and it almost always landed flat.

Usually, by the time I'd worked up the courage, it was so late that no one was around and again, because it was so late, the person behind the counter was usually a man.

But this is what made tonight special. My room was on the second floor and looked down on the front parking lot and the entrance to the hotel. Couldn't have picked a better room if I had planned it (I hadn't).

And as if God was working with me, the room had a desk on wheels that I could position right in front of the window.

So there I sat, in the dark, reading stories on Literotica for inspiration and slowly drinking my beer for courage as I watched for cars pulling into the parking lot.

Now I say I had a view of the entrance, but actually, to see the entrance, I had to get up and crane my neck to actually see it.

For people who pulled into the lot and parked, I could see them just fine from my seat, but for those who pulled up to the front first or for those dropped off by an uber, I had to get up each time to see.

And this is how it went. Man, man, man, man, man, older woman dropped off by an uber, man, man, man, man.

I was beginning to think that women simply didn't travel. I would have happily settled for a couple, would have been thrilled to see two couples, but no, just more men.

I had just finished my beer and was about to give up when it happened!

A white mini van pulled into to the lot and parked in one of the only remaining spaces as far from the entrance as you could get.

The passenger side door opened and a blonde headed woman stepped out. She could have been thirty or fifty for all I knew. She took a few steps forward and then stopped and looked back at the car.

"Right," I thought, "there has to be another person because the blonde wasn't driving!" Sure enough, a woman with black hair gets out of the driver seat.

Now back in the day, I had been in situations like this before and either chickened out or dithered around until it was too late-also known as chickening out.

But not tonight!

As soon as I saw them heading for the entrance, I ripped off my pajamas (it was cold enough in my room that I couldn't sit there naked).

I then grabbed my towel and quickly wrapped it around my waist. I then grabbed the ice bucket and stepped into the hall.

The ice machine was just one room over across the hall. I figured it would not be that outrageous for someone in a towel to figure they could get some ice and pop back into their room unseen. You need a good cover story because there are cameras everywhere!

I figured I had a little time, because I knew the check in procedure was not quick!

Still, I only put a small amount of ice into the bucket and turned back and took the three steps to my door, which had not automatically shut, so I took a deep breathe and...pulled it shut.

Well there it was! The click sounded like a thunderclap to my ears. No turning back now!

So I set the ice bucket on the floor in front of my door, rounded the corner and headed down the one flight of stairs.

As I made my way towards the lobby, I could hear loud voices, so I knew there were still people at the bar.

As it came into view, the first thing I saw were the backs of the two women I had seen in the parking lot.

This threw me a little bit as I was surprised that they were not checking in. Later it would occur to me that they didn't have any luggage when I saw them, so obviously they had checked in earlier. It also occurred to me that if they hadn't gone to the bar, I would have missed them altogether.

But there they were. I turned my attention to the front desk. I wanted to see the woman's expression when she spotted me.

She was a young black woman. Cute in a chubby sort of way. She had her hair in a top knot.

Impressively, her expression was neutral. If you were only looking at her, you'd never know that a man clad only in a towel was approaching her. I guess I wasn't her first.

As exhilarated as I was, I did my best to look humiliated, which wasn't really that hard because, and I can't stress this enough, I was in fact standing in a hotel lobby naked except for a towel.

"Hi," I said, "I got locked out of my room, room 232."

And then it happened, sweet music to my ears.

A guy at the bar started yelling, "damn, he musta got locked out of his room. He got locked out with just a towel on!"

This guy was very drunk.

Now the woman behind the desk cracked the thinnest of smiles.

"232?" She asked.

"Yes," I said.

And then she said asked me to confirm my last name, which she said out loud to me and again I said yes.

Even at this moment, with the guy still yelling, I thought to myself, "shouldn't she have made me say my last name before she did?"

And then she said "232" again and had me repeat my last name again. I nervously said my first name as well, because I was getting flustered, what with the guy going on about me being in a towel and this woman asking me the same questions over and over.

Finally, she gave me a real smile and handed me a key.

She might have been a little flustered herself or she might have just been messing with me.

I turned to walk back down the hall and looked over at the bar. As I did so, I surreptitiously loosened the towel just a skosh.

The two women had turned to get a better look and the drunk guy had stood up and was facing me with his arms open wide, screaming, "ya only got a towel on!"

I turned just a bit, but kept walking as I replied, "yes, I got locked out of my..." and at that moment my towel slipped off of my waist.

I would love to tell you that it fell to the floor, that it fell to the floor and I tripped over it or kicked it out of reach, but alas no. Instinct took over (much to my regret) and I caught it at about knee level and quickly wrapped it around my waist again.

{I know, right!! I mean the whole point of this is to be naked in front of people. Why, why did I not just let it fall naturally to the ground? Instinct man, it's a bitch.}

Still, I was pretty thrilled with the actual result. I screamed out, "shit" but honestly I was drowned out by the drunk yelling "yes," and the women and whoever else was sitting there laughing loudly. It was really loud, like a surprise laugh at a comedy club.

I would have loved to have just stood there and soaked it all in, but of course I had to keep moving. As I walked down the hall I heard one of the women say "that was just like in the movies!"

I could still hear laughter and excited voices as I ascended the stairs back to the second floor.

When I got to my door, my heart was pounding. I bent over and picked up my ice bucket.

For a moment I thought, "you know I could go back down there and pretend that the key didn't work. But even as I had that thought, I chastised myself for being greedy. After all, it had gone as well as I could have hoped. Still, as I placed the key card in the slot, I hoped that it wouldn't work.

It worked just fine.

As I wrap this up, it occurs to me how much I missed. I didn't describe anyone else at the bar because I never really saw them. I know all eight seats were taken because I took them in as I walked by initially, but only as vague shapes. I only ever concentrated on the drunk and the two women. I don't even remember seeing the bartender and I would have liked too, because she had served me drinks earlier and I would have liked to have seen her reaction.

I also can't be too sure what anyone saw. I know they all saw something because the initial laughter was that of surprise and a not a little joy. Not sure anyone saw my dick, although quite possible, but I'm pretty sure everyone saw my butt, especially the woman who gave me my key. She would have had the clearest shot of all. I wish I'd taken a second to look back and see if she was laughing.

Finally, I'm wondering about breakfast tomorrow. Will anyone from tonight be there? Will they recognize me with my clothes on?

But for now, I'm just going to bask in my humiliated glory, because yes, even though I planned it and enjoyed it, there was still that moment, okay second, where I was naked in public in front of at least ten people and it was humiliating!

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Feedback appreciated as always! And if you haven’t, please read my story Holiday Inn Humiliation or Ted and the New Job for a take on how this could have gone!

Finally, this worked out so well because of the proximity of the bar to the front desk.

I have looked for this design at other Holiday Inn’s with no luck.

If you know of any hotels anywhere with a similar layout please drop the name and location in the comments!

THANKS!