Daniela sat the suitcase down on one of the two double beds in the room before walking over to pull back the curtain and peer outside. There wasn't much to see, the wind driven snow limiting how far she could see to only a few feet and creating the illusion that she was speeding sideways through the night.
She sighed and let the curtain close before turning back to the room. Again, there wasn't much to see, a cookie cutter hotel room with two twin beds, an L shaped couch next to the window, minibar with a plastic tray with two glasses atop it and flatscreen TV mounted to the wall.
Daniela walked over to sit on the closer of the two beds before kicking off her open toed black pumps. She took a little extra time rolling down her black sheer knee high stockings even though they were probably ruined. It had been a bit chilly walking through freezing slush, but one must when traveling for business and the weather turned to shit. And she was from Florida, south Florida to be precise, and she wasn't sure if she even owned shoes that would be appropriate for this... crap.
The remote was on the minibar below the TV and she leaned forward to grab it and turn the TV on just for the background noise. A local channel came on with an image of a female news anchor standing out in the blizzard wearing a parka and giving a blow by blow account of the storm with the wind driven snow whipping past her.
"... ten to twelve inches tonight, but with the wind some areas can expect drifts of up to a five feet or even more..." the woman was saying as she leaned into the wind with the handheld microphone inches in front of her face.
Daniela rolled her eyes, never really understanding why television stations thought it was necessary to send TV news crews out into the thick of a storm for the 'money shot'. Daniela stood up to open the minibar which was filled with tiny bottles of liquor as well as a half dozen bottles of water and then let it close with a disgusted sigh.
She sighed again while staring around the room. She did feel lucky to have managed to find a room after all the flights had been cancelled, and at least she wasn't standing out in the middle of a freaking blizzard telling everyone that it was snowing and the wind was blowing, but she had hoped to be home by tonight and maybe laying out on South Beach soaking up the sun and the heat by tomorrow.
But alas, mother nature could be a bitch and really didn't care what she or anyone else wanted.
Daniela walked into the bathroom and turned on the overhead lights, the tub an ugly pinkish beige, but at least appeared to be clean. She reached in and turned the water on with a hand held under the stream of water for a moment before pulling the knob to seat the drain stopper and then returned to the bedroom. She glanced up at the sound of the window rattling from the buffeting of the wind, the curtains blocking out the night.
After a moment she unzipped her suitcase to rummage through for her shampoo and bodywash, absolute necessities when she had to travel given what hotel shampoo and soap tended to do to her hair and skin. She reached behind to unzip her burgundy pleated midi skirt with practiced ease before easing it down over her hips to fold carefully next to her suitcase. Her cream button up sleeveless blouse followed suite next to her skirt as well as her skin toned bra and black cotton panties while steam drifted into the bedroom.
It was a sensible ensemble for the IT training presentation she had given, it wasn't ideal for a Minesota late spring blizzard. It might have been an oversight on her part, but she hadn't even brought any clothes that would be appropriate for a Minesota late spring blizzard.
Daniela picked up her toiletries and phone and padded into the bathroom, pausing for a moment in front of the mirror while twisting her torso from side to side. For being in her mid forties she knew she still looked good with a flat, toned stomach, D cup breasts, long auburn hair that came down to the middle of her back and an oval face. She had no problem with body modesty and even enjoyed being naked, the many hours she spent on Haulover Beach giving her an even, coppery tan without even the hint of any tan lines. She didn't even mind the tiger stripes of motherhood on her flat stomach and waist, the award ribbons life had given her for a beautiful baby boy and girl when she had been in her twenties. She used her free hand to lift each of her breasts in turn, hefting their weight and giving herself a firm squeeze before continuing into the bathroom.
She sat her toiletries and phone down on the floor before leaning down to trail her fingers through the steaming water. Her ex husband would have claimed the water was scalding, which made it just about perfect for Daniela. She carefully stepped into the tub and sank down, the stinging heat soaking into her skin while she continued to let the water run. She closed her eyes, her hair haloing around her head until the water had reached her chin and then used a toe to turn the water off.
Daniela relaxed while letting the heat chase away the cold chill of the blizzard outside her window, the memory of stepping into a puddle of cold, salty slush that had instantly soaked and frozen her feet and probably ruined her pumps and hose fading. The constant noise of the TV from the other room barely registered while she relaxed with her eyes closed. Eventually the water eased from scalding to merely hot, Daniela stirring just enough to toe the drain plug to let some of the water drain before turning the spigot back on. She sat up enough to retrieve her shampoo and bodywash, a washcloth draped handily over a ring just above the soap dish.
While the tub refilled Daniela took care of the necessity of washing her hair and body and was done even before she was satisfied with the temperature and toed the drain plug and water faucet. She relaxed for a moment and then sat up only long enough to retrieve her phone. She debated for a moment between continuing with the book she had been reading on Kindle or browsing the new additions on Lit.
After only a moment Lit won out, Daniela logging in and scrolling through the new additions. She found a recently added story from an author she followed and selected it, laying back and relaxing in the hot bath while she read.
The story was of a brother and sister in their twenties traveling cross country together and the taboo relationship that developed. Not a genre she really enjoyed, the idea of doing anything with her own brother making her more than a little uneasy, but the author wrote it in a way that was at least somewhat plausible, the buildup more about the sexual tension of their taboo relationship than on the actual sex.
Although the sex was written well enough to be enjoyable by itself.
A door opened in the room next door, the sound of voices carrying through the thin walls without being able to hear what was said. Daniela barely paid them any mind as she read on, lost in the story, one hand holding her phone while she read, her other hand pinching, rolling and pulling her nipples.
The water of her bath gradually cooled until it was only warm just as Daniela finished the story. She gave it five stars, if a story engaged her attention enough to actually finish, she always gave them five stars, and then used her toe to open the drain.
She sat her phone aside on the floor and then stood, letting the water sluice off her body while using a towel to dry her hair. As soon as he had finished she wrapped the towel around her hair and used a second to dry her body off, her skin from head to toe a bright red from her bath. She hung the towel to dry and after retrieving her pone and toiletries padded into the bedroom.
She could still hear voices from next door, a low murmur of a man and woman interspersed occasionally with the sound of a laugh.
Daniela pulled the bedspread and sheets back before stealing the pillows from the spare bed to make a backrest. The window rattled balefully but she ignored it just as much as the voices from the next room and climbed up onto the twin bed with her phone in hand.
The obvious choice was again Lit, her bath having warmed more than just her body. She turned the volume on the TV down until she could barely hear the still ongoing breaking news broadcast and lay back to get comfortable. She scrolled through the newest stories and picked one almost at random, a story of two women discovering their mutual attraction and the consequences of their new found passion.
It was a fetish that she had, a well hidden secret to be with another woman. A fetish that she had never had the opportunity... or courage to pursue.
As she read she let her legs spread open with her feet pressed together without ever reaching down to touch herself. She savored the caress of the cool air over her inner lips, could feel her vulva opening and the burning, throbbing heat centered just a little higher.
The story was of two friends, both recently divorced taking a dream Caribbean vacation together. She loved the vivid description of the tropical heat and crystal clear water as much as the vivid description of the women pleasuring each other.
