At Breakfast
You order up some breakfast and we take another shower before it arrives. I lay back on the bed, wrapped in a small hotel towel when we hear the knock at our door. You put on a robe and as I start to get out of bed you say, "Don't move."
A handsome young man rolls in our cart and starts when he sees me, the small towel barely covering my naked body. He flushes red and stammers an apology, but doesn't move or take his eyes off me.
"No problem, Josè." you say, reading his name tag, and tell him to wait while you find your wallet. He stands motionless, except his pants which start to tent, and he shifts to cover the growing bulge. You fumble around, seemingly oblivious, unable to find your wallet. I shift, uncomfortable, but, to my shame, I discover I'm excited to be so exposed to a stranger. I bend my knee slightly, and pretend not to notice when the towel partially falls open to give an unobstructed view of my bare pussy. Josè's eyes widen and lips part slightly. He darts his tongue out to lick his lips when you finally find a $20 and hand it to him, saying thank you. He accepts it without looking at you, and then remembers himself, turns on his heel and leaves abruptly.
"That was cruel!" I yell at you.
"To whom? He seemed to enjoy the view, and I bet if I tear that sheet off you I'll find you wet and ready for me again."
You're not wrong.
"In any case, I'm starving." I deflect and stand, naked, to sit at our sumptuous breakfast table. We sit and enjoy our meal but my mind keeps wandering back to the look in the porters eyes, and I wonder what would have happened if I had dropped the towel completely...
"Should I order something else?" You ask.
"Hmm? Oh no I'm fine, are you still hungry?"
"I could eat." You say, with a lascivious grin, and I laugh.
"Did you like him? I could order champagne, maybe he'd like to stay and have a glass with us?"
Unsure, I say, "As you like." Letting you decide. You grab the phone and ring the front desk and ask that Josè bring up a bottle.
Nervously, I stand and reach for my robe, but again you tell me to stay, and grab my shoulders to position me standing beside the bed. You kiss me deeply, perhaps to calm my nerves or possibly stifle any potential protest, and I melt into your embrace. Your hands rove over my nakedness, feeling every curve, and I shiver at your loving touch. I reach my hands inside your robe to caress your chest and back, sliding my hands down to feel your taut ass. Suddenly there's a knock at the door and you break away from me to answer. 'Wait', I think, but can't manage to say. I stand where you placed me, but my entire body begins to shake involuntarily.
"Come in" I hear you say from just around the corner, and too soon for a coherent thought to form he's there, in front of me, not as tall as you, but slightly broader, perhaps 22, with fine features and kind, sparkly eyes. "Josè, my companion thought I was being cruel to you earlier. I'm not sure why, but if you were upset I do apologize. Would you care to have a drink with us?"
I'm slightly flushed and panting, from your recent touch or the sudden, unexpected exhibitionism, I can't say. He stands there, taking all of me in.
"Uuum, yes, that would be great, thank you." He finally says.
"Wonderful!" You pour three glasses and hand them to each of us. "To old friends, and new" you say. Josè and I both down our drinks and you pour us seconds.