Dear readers, I was the original author of the 3 Lady Fitness chapters but have been otherwise occupied for quite a while. I recently decided that I needed to continue documenting my sexual escapades and not remembering the password to my previous account I was forced to create a new one. Please enjoy the continuing adventures of Wendy, my sexual identity, as she experiences the best and worst of lesbian and bi-sexual life.
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As I told Mark I had plans for the next afternoon with Mandy and Sara. When I returned to the hotel I called Mandy and told her to keep her schedule clear for the next afternoon. I felt that I had had enough excitement for one day, with the successful presentation to the Board at Mark's company, with our lunch activities so I resolved to spend a quite relaxing evening by myself. I rang room service and ordered a bottle of South African Shiraz, a platter of pate and cheese and a baguette and butter. That should keep me satisfied I thought as I went into the bathroom to draw a hot bath in the oversize soaking tub.
I always ask for hotel rooms on the top floor, even though they are usually the most expensive, my company gladly pays as I am their top account rep and generate 1/3 of their annual sales volume by myself. I like being able to look around the city I'm in and am always looking for interesting ways to entertain myself. Today I noticed that while I was on the top floor of this large hotel there was an office building across the block that was a little taller. Hmmm I thought, there might be some possibilities here and drew back the curtains in the bathroom so it was in full view of the tower facing.
Room service appeared shortly and brought in my wine, cheese etc. I tipped the rather handsome young man who delivered my treats and locked the door as he left. I poured a large glass of the smooth Shiraz, popped some cheese into my mouth and cut several slices of French bread. On the bread I thickly spread the nice cognac pate and placed the prepared slices on a plate I could carry into the bathroom. I arranged the wine, food and some candles that I always carry with me, around the edge of this oversized soaking tub. I lit the candles and turned off the bathroom light to create a sensuous feeling. Standing in my haven I dropped my bathrobe to reveal my sexy, firm body to anyone in the tower opposite who might be watching.
I stepped into the tub and slowly sat back letting the lavender scented waters envelop me with their warmth. Reaching for my glass of Shiraz I drank deeply letting the taste and perfume of the wine envelop my senses. Ummm, this is a very nice wine, I thought to myself as it quenched one thirst it was opening the doors to another. I'm afraid that I always get a little horny when I drink and after my wonderful lunchtime treat I could still say that I was ready for more action. I decided that tonight would be a masturbation fantasy only, but one that I would share with any audience I might have.
Placing my wine on the marble surround I picked one of the pieces of French bread and pate and nibbled hungrily on it. While I don't like liver I really enjoy a nice smooth cognac pate. I've got to hand it to the French they have invented some of the finer things in life to enjoy, wine and a baguette with pate is certainly one of them. Add to that a little of the aged cheddar or some of that brie that I had sent up and it amounts to a filling and enjoyable meal. If I was going to put on a performance, I advised my inner self, then I had better make sure my hunger pangs were satisfied so I could concentrate on my horny urges.
I also thought that I needed to give the tenants in the office tower opposite some time to actually notice that there was a naked woman in a soaking tub who had left her bathroom curtains open -- thereby inviting them to watch.
I added a little more hot water then sank back to begin to satisfy my urges. I ran my hands over my well developed, all natural, breasts. Plucking at my nipples I urged them to harden and stand at attention. You will know from my previous exploits that my pussy is hot-wired to my nipples and that I am quite capable of cumming from simply playing or having my nipples played with. I concentrated on my right breast with both hands, milking it with my hands then letting my fingers tease the dark aureoles and nipples until they became hyper-excited. So that it wouldn't feel left out I also spent time on my left breast and ended with one hand stroking each nipple. My nipples, like my clitoris can climb to nearly a half inch when fully excited and that's where I was at the moment.
My vagina responded to the attention I was giving myself by lubricating itself in preparation for a climax. I felt all of this activity on a sub-conscious level and it contributed to my heightened state of arousal. My breathing became short pants and I was sub-consciously moving my pussy as if it had something nice and hard planted in it. Water was splashing over the edge of the tub and I grunted my satisfaction as my body rushed to the peak of its orgasm. "Unghhhh, ummmmm, cummming!" I babbled and flew to a mind-numbing crescendo of sexual release.
When I had recovered I quickly polished off the remnants of my wine. Pouring another full glass I finished the baguette, pate and cheese in an orgy of eating that would allow me to focus on my self-gratification for the coming hour (or is that cumming hour?).
I turned to look out of the window, it was now nearly full dark, to see if I had any watchers across the divide to the tower opposite. I was able to see a few windows that had occupants that I suppose had been watching. One contained several well-suited males who probably had gathered from neighbouring offices to watch the show. Another had a single male, an executive judging from the size of the office, who sat looking in my direction and seemed to be stroking his cock. I also saw that I had a woman, alone in a fair size office (middle executive maybe?) who was watching and who, I saw with growing enjoyment, was raising a pair of binoculars to her eyes. I guess my last watcher was at least bi, if not lesbian, and was used to taking advantage of her location to enjoy the view. Well if that was the case then I resolved to put on a show for her and to see if I could get her more involved.
Stepping out of the tub I grabbed a towel and ran into the bedroom for a piece of paper and my lipstick. On the paper in letters only someone with binos could read I scribbled 2615 (my room number) and took it back into the bathroom with me. I folded the paper so it stood on the edge of the tub and looked at the watchers across. It was easy to see that only my female voyeur had binos as she quickly stood and waved at me while reaching for her phone.