Once we're back in the room and I hear the door shut behind us, I slowly open my eyes. After what we've just done, in an elevator of all places, the room somehow looks surprisingly normal. I walk into the room and catch sight of myself in the mirror. Big mistake. Shirt wide open and breasts full on display, horribly wrinkled skirt still bunched up some in back, and shiny, itchy, snail-trails down the insides of my legs. I can't believe I just walked down a hallway full of doors with peepholes in them looking like this.
I see you in the mirror come up behind me. You wrap your arms around me and take hold of my breasts, rubbing them softly. I can see you smiling over my shoulder, amused at my condition and my self-appraisal. I reach behind me to hug you to me, and ask if that guy stayed on the elevator. You start laughing and say that you'll never tell. Letting go of me, you give me a smack on my ass and tell me to go take a shower - I'm a mess. As there's no way I can argue with that, I grab a robe and head into the bathroom.
After I'm done scrubbing down in the shower, I start to run my fingers between my legs, remembering what it felt like to have you fuck me like that in the elevator. It felt great. Kinda scary and a lot unnerving, but great nonetheless. I can't stop wondering if that guy was there for it all, nor can I make up my mind whether or not I want him to have been there. I know one of these days you'll tell me, but it won't be for a while. You know that I'll be thinking about it on and off for a while, getting a charge out of the not knowing. As I'm doing now, I realize, finding myself circling my clit and getting wet even with the water running down. Tempting as it is to keep going, I know you have something more planned for tonight, and I don't want to ruin the anticipation. Instead, I grab the soap and razor, deciding to give you my own surprise, shaving off all the hair until I'm baby smooth.
Once I'm out of the shower, I can hear you doing something out in the room. It sounds like you're moving furniture around, but there's just not that much to move...it's a hotel room. I call out to ask what you're up to and you just tell me not to peek - it's a surprise. Shrugging my shoulders, I continue to towel-off, carefully patting my cunt dry and feeling for any missed spots. When I'm done, I put the robe on and ask if it's ok to come out yet. You tell me I can open the door, but not come out.