"Ahh fuck... and they won't let us appear telephonically?!" My coworker on the other end of the line confirmed in the negative. "God dammit. Why did Hank take a case down there, again?" A cynical comment from my coworker ended the conversation and I turned back to my computer screens.
I stared at the monitor displaying my flight information with a sigh of despairing resignation. On the street below my office window, Friday night revelers shouted and clattered their way between bars. At the other end of my weekend, an overnight trip to Dallas awaited me for a short pre-trial hearing on a case that should have been settled weeks ago. The senior lawyers on the case were still out of town for the holidays, leaving me as the only attorney available to attend. I frustratedly blew loose red bangs out of my face as I clicked "purchase," then opened a new internet tab to find a hotel reservation. I made sure to treat myself.
Late Sunday afternoon, I folded a dark grey skirt-suit and white button-down blouse into my garment bag. Re-checking the forecast, I noted Dallas was expected to be slightly cool and windy in the morning, with a chance of rain later. The six-block walk from my hotel to the courthouse didn't seem like a challenge, so I packed my "power" patent black heels; a confidence-boosting, lucky charm for difficult cases. I glanced at the forecast again, dismissed the small chance of rain or colder temps and decided that for the sake of efficiency, I could travel without a coat.
"That's $47.50 on the meter, lady." The cabbie turned in his seat as the taxi pulled to the curb outside the downtown hotel. I had been wincing at every crater in the street that the cab's shitty shocks bowled over, straining against my near-bursting bladder. I grabbed three twenties from my purse and thrust them at the driver. Grabbing my bags, I jumped out of the car and rushed into the hotel lobby. After a brief exchange with the night clerk - pausing only to learn that there were no food delivery options after 10pm - I hurried up to my room.
I burst through the door, bolting to place my bags on the table - carefully, for fear of destroying the makeup within - then dashed back across the suite to the bathroom, kicking off my slip-on shoes as I ran. Struggling to slide the confounding bathroom door closed, I started toward the toilet. However, even in my fury, I paused to notice and appreciate the glass-paneled shower with a luxurious rain shower head. A pang in my bladder reminded me of my urgency and I rushed to do my business.
Relieved, I returned to the bedroom to change. Standing before the mirror that hung over the bedroom desk, I released my auburn hair from its ponytail and wearily shook out the crinkles from the elastic, draping the red locks over my shoulder. Rubbing my aching neck, rotating my sore shoulders, and faced with the reality of going to bed without dinner, I decided a hot shower was exactly what I needed after my flight. I pulled the soft, black wool sweater over my head, shimmied out of my jeans, then unhooked my black lace bra and draped it over the back of the chair.
I massaged the underwire creases marking my ripe, round tits as I walked back to the bathroom. This time ignoring the bewildering bathroom door, I slid open the shower and turned the water to its hottest setting. The glass door immediately fogged with steam and spray. Peeking over my shoulder at the wall-length mirror over the sink across from the shower, I caught a quick glance of my nearly-naked back and ass. Flirting with my own reflection, I wiggled my perky butt at the mirror. In the reflection, my round cheeks resembled a pale peach, split down its center by the delicate black sliver of my lacey thong. Hooking my thumbs into the elastic waist, I tugged the panties off my hips and let them drop to the bathmat.
Placing a tentative foot on the shower's textured floor, I stuck a hand under the steaming deluge, and lowered the heat a notch. I ducked into the stream, tilting my face toward the ceiling and smoothing the soaked red hair down the back of my head. The hot water poured over my face, down my neck and shoulders, then dripped over and around my plump breasts before running across my flat belly. The trickle worked its way below my waist and pooled around my crotch as I gathered the 'Y' of my thighs together. The warming sensation seeped through my loins and my body flushed with more than steam.
My hands roamed to my sensitive breasts, kneading and massaging them under the steamy jets. My eyes darted to the mirror; through the fogged glass, the blurred, naked figure arched its back as a soft, purring sigh sounded from my throat. I slipped a hand to my groin, continuing to fondle my breast with the other. My fingers walked their way across the smooth, hairless lips of my pussy then back up my slit to my clit. The figure in the mirror opened her mouth in a noiseless gasp.
I increased my pace, two fingers passing parallel along the edges of my nub. Bent slightly at the waist in bliss, I pressed my free palm against the door for balance.
"God, this shower is made for getting fucked." I groaned as my loins tightened and twisted for their looming release. With my climax mounting, I gave the reflection one last seductive show, pressing my bulging tits against the glass. In the mirror, I watched the twin globes press through the fogged door, pale pink nipples tingling against the cool pane. The last trace of control left my body as I watched the girl in the mirror cum with me.
My knees buckled and I stumbled back against the wall, clamping my eyes shut as my pussy recoiled and flooded with my orgasm. A whimpering moan grew to a jagged yelp, then trailed off as my tremors drifted away to a soft, warm feeling in the pit of my belly. I slowly straightened in the steamy stall. My breathing slowed, and my racing heart braked from a pounding gallop to a trot. I shut off the water, grabbed a towel for my body then another for my hair as I stepped onto the bathmat. With a jolt of thrilling embarrassment, I was reminded that I had not shut the bathroom door, and anyone passing by in the hall outside might have heard my session.
"Shame it was just me." I muttered to the empty chamber. "What a waste of a good room."
Drying off and changing into comfortable cotton panties and an old t-shirt, I climbed into the giant bed and put on my reading glasses. Opening tomorrow's case file, I quickly grew tired of rereading. I set the folder on the far bedside table and stretched out across the exquisite mattress to read garbage gossip columns on my phone until I fell asleep. The luxurious king-size bed felt much too large for just myself, and I was again reminded of what a waste of time, money, and an awesome hotel room this trip was.
I awoke before my alarm and immediately rushed to the window. The suspicious sounds of splashing from the street below were confirmed as I ripped open the curtains and glimpsed the torrential morning downpour. I flipped on the local news just as the meteorologist began his mea culpa, explaining that a front had shifted overnight, delivering not only the drenching rain, but also a significant drop in temperatures. I gritted my teeth and growled as I looked at my skirt and jacket hanging in the closet.
"At least I brought stockings." I thought as I headed back to the shower for a more practical trip. After drying off and applying my makeup and intimidatingly-bright-red lipstick, I reached into my bag and fished out a clean pair of black lace thong panties and my black hose. I sat on the bed in my black lace thong and bra, rolling the thigh-high black stockings up each of my legs in turn while grumbling at the turn the weather had taken. Covering my all-black ensemble with the white blouse and charcoal skirt and jacket, I stepped into my prized black four-inch-heels. Flashing the sexy red bottoms at the full-length mirror on the closet door, I felt a swelling burst of confidence about my morning. I stopped at the front desk to borrow an umbrella, then headed out through the storm to the court.
I burst into the lobby of the federal court building, gasping for air from running in my heels for the final block after my umbrella blew inside-out. Shivering, I brushed agitatedly at the beaded waterdrops on my jacket and skirt, before queuing for the security checkpoint.
