My first story, all mistakes are mine, and yes, I do know editing would be a good thing.
Catherine wearily opened the door to her hotel room and trudged in and flicked on a light. It was a long day on the convention floor, meeting with prospective clients, handing out brochures, and networking, the never-ending networking. She was looking forward to standing under the spray of a hot shower and washing away the stress and strain of the day.
"One more day," she thought to herself. She dropped her bags on the bed and slipped her flats off. She absently unbuttoned the cuffs of her pale gray blouse and began to pop the buttons holding it together. Sitting down on the edge of the queen size bed, her attention was caught by lights shining through her half opened curtains. Looking out her window at a brightly lit room on a floor slightly lower than hers, she saw a younger couple, lying nude and locked in a passionate embrace. For a moment, a brief moment, she thought to look away. For a slightly longer moment, she feared they might see her. But those thoughts fled her mind as she became mesmerized by the couple and the passion that they both seemed to radiate. The man had dark brown hair and his lover had a mane of long blonde locks.
Her fingers leisurely popped button after button on her blouse, her gaze riveted by the erotic action taking place no more than thirty feet from her. She watched with rapt attention, her blouse falling open as the woman's hand traveled down her lovers stomach to grasp his rock hard cock. She watched as the woman began pumping him and could see his hips start to thrust to meet her sensuous strokes.
