Only my second story here, and I would love your comments and feedback. Thanks.
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Room with a View
"Your room is on the first floor," the hotel receptionist said, handing me the key.
"Actually," I replied. "Do you have anything on an upper floor?"
"Let me check for you," she replied.
See, I wanted a little more privacy. This was a rare weekend away without the kids, and I recently had a dream that inspired me to try something a little crazy this weekend, assuming I could talk my wife into it.
We were staying in a fairly upscale hotel, four and a half stars, with a spa, fancy glass elevators, and an expensive restaurant. We like to be comfortable where we stay, even though we were spending the following day hiking and exploring nature.
"You're in luck, sir," the receptionist said as she tapped away on her keyboard. "We have a suite on the third floor."
"That's perfect," I replied excitedly. She handed me our new room key, and I went back out to the car where my wife was waiting.
We had just traveled a couple of hours, so we were dressed comfortably. I was wearing sweat shorts, and she was wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt.
She always looks incredible in yoga pants. I used to get very jealous when she would dress like that, but as I've gotten older, I've grown to enjoy it. I don't even mind the occasional glare from other guys. I'll even give her ass a nice grab when I know someone is looking.
I parked the car and we made our way back into the hotel and to the elevator. I had hoped for a little elevator tease, like a quick flash, or maybe more, but with the full glass walls, it seemed out of the question. I did lean in for a kiss and grabbed her ass as we rose toward our floor. Even that was enough to get me a little aroused.
With my wife's body, it doesn't take much. She has a small waist, nice perky little tits, and a perfectly round ass. I can't keep my hands off of her, even after many years of marriage. On the elevator, I did my best to keep my cool, but, you know, fucking yoga pants. How could I resist? I continued to grab and caress her sexy ass until the doors opened.
We got to our room, I unlocked the door, and my wife walked in ahead of me. It was a lovely space--a one-bedroom suite with a living room and kitchenette. It was way bigger than we needed, but fuck it, I wanted luxury and room to move, explore, and fuck.
My first order of business was to check out the window situation. See, the window was part of my dream, and I needed it to be just right. The bottom of the window was low, only about two feet off the ground. That was a good start. I walked over to it to see the view.
If it was overlooking a high-traffic area, it would be too adventurous for her, but if it overlooked nothing but woods or a wall, there would be no excitement for me.
Our room was on the end, the window overlooked a side street leading to the front of the hotel. There was also a sidewalk meandering through some trees with tall shrubs shielding the area from the road. In the distance, I could see the busy highway. To the other side was a pretty deserted section of a parking lot for a shopping center. There was definitely some traffic and a few people around, but being on the third floor, I thought it was perfect.
We started getting ready to go to dinner in the fancy hotel restaurant, so we brought appropriate attire. I had a button-down shirt and casual pants, my wife had a knit dress that was just below her knees and fitted rather tightly around her waist and ass. It buttoned up in the front, which was not an accident, as it was fairly easy to open.
Since it was early Fall, it did get chilly at night, so I knew my wife would want pantyhose. However, I secretly packed a pair I bought for her that were crotchless, hoping she would be okay with them.
As I was buttoning my shirt, I could hear my wife in the other room. "What the hell is this?" she asked with some amusement in her voice. That's a good sign, I thought.
Innocently I replied, "what the hell is what?" She walked into the living room wearing just the bra and pantyhose.
She looked so fucking sexy in her bra and with her pussy exposed. Nothing covering it other than the landing strip she kept nicely manicured. "Am I really supposed to wear these?" she laughed.
"Well, you could wear panties over them... for now," I replied with a wink. She gave me a sideways look and let out a sigh as she walked back into the bedroom.
Naturally, I followed her to get a good view of her ass as she tiptoed toward her suitcase. The pantyhose were black but very thin and very see-through, so I could clearly see her ass. The opening in the crotch just peeked up from the bottom of her ass cheeks and crotch.
As she bent over to look in her bag, I could see her pussy, and it was all I could do to not attack her right there. She pulled out a small black thong and pulled them up over her sexy ass. This was already shaping up to be a great night.
She pulled the dress on and buttoned it up nearly to the top. I playfully pulled her into me with my right arm around her back and with my left hand, undid the top two buttons. "That okay?" I asked.
"Fine," she replied. Her tight bra allowed a little cleavage to show.
We made our way down to the lobby. We had to exit the front of the hotel and walk about a hundred feet to the restaurant. It was chilly as expected, and even with a bra on, I could make out that her nipples were getting hard.
We sat at a table toward the back of the restaurant near a large fireplace. The waitress brought us our menus, and we ordered drinks. My wife isn't much of a drinker, so it doesn't take much to get her tipsy. Which was part of the plan, of course.
Dinner was outstanding. I ordered osso buco and mashed potatoes, and she ordered salmon with a balsamic glaze and steamed vegetables. The smell was outrageous. The osso buco melted in my mouth. The wine poured freely, and we were both really feeling it.
Being as though we were in a hotel, my wife said she could wait to use the restroom back in the room, but of course, I had ulterior motives. I encouraged her to use the bathroom in the restaurant, and we both knew what that meant. And with a couple of drinks in her, it took no convincing. She got up, grabbed her pocketbook, and walked away.
That was too easy, I thought. The waitress brought the check, and soon after, my wife emerged and sat back down. She had a huge grin on her face. With two glasses of wine and one shot of tequila, her inhibitions had left the chat. She playfully opened her purse to reveal her panties and bra. I looked up to see her nipples poking through her dress.
The waitress picked up the check and credit card. "I'll be right back," she said.
"Fuck, your nipples are so hard right now," I said softly. With that, she leaned closer to the table where her hands were resting, and her right index finger started stroking her nipple through her dress, making it even harder. It felt like an eternity for the waitress to return.
Once she did, I quickly signed and we walked out. The air outside was even chillier than before, and all I could do was stare at her perfectly erect nipples. We passed by one couple in the parking lot, and they definitely noticed. It was so exciting to think about people staring at her, too.
We entered the lobby, and there was a group of three middle-aged men standing there. There was no hiding. My wife's nipples were so hard you could hang a coat on them. All three men locked onto her tits and didn't even try to hide it. As we walked by, I reached down and grabbed her ass as if to say, "this is my fucking ass."
We got into the elevator, and even though it was all glass and the lobby was very crowded, I gave my wife a look as if I was begging her to flash her tits. She wagged her finger, denying me, but did rub her nipples through her dress more. I moved in close just before arriving at the third floor, kissed her hard, and grabbed her breast with my right hand and her ass with my left.
*Ding.* The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Two men and one woman waited patiently for us to exit. Again, all three, even the women, couldn't help but admire my wife's body. We made our way through the maze-like hallway. With our room all the way at the end, there were no people around for the last 50 yards or so to our door.
I grabbed my wife's arm and turned her toward me, kissing her lips, then her neck. She let out a deep breath and a little moan. "Come on," she said hurriedly.
"Wait..." I looked left and right to see a deserted hallway. "Unbutton your dress more," I requested with my voice shaking.
"Mmmm... you're a bad boy," she replied with a slur.
"Yeah, I am. And you're a bad girl. I dare you to unbutton it all the way," I suggested.
"Really? Oh my God," she said in near disbelief. "Okay. Since you dared me and all" She turned toward our room at the end of the hall, took one step, and undid one button.
This continues for the next eight or nine steps. I mean, who the fuck is counting, right? She did this until her dress was completely open in the front, her tits barely covered, her nipples seemed to grasp at the knitted dress to keep themselves concealed.
Her pussy, on the other hand, was totally visible. I sped up to get a few feet in front of her and turn to watch from a new vantage point. As I walked backward, she grabbed the opening to her dress and slowly pulled the right side open, exposing her tit. Then opened the other side. Now her entire naked body was exposed in the hallway except for the pantyhose covering her legs.
She turned playfully and lifted her arms above her head, dress clenched in each fist, and exposed her pantyhose-clad ass. She bent over exposing her pussy and reached between her left to give it a light stroke.
