"Please understand" She said to the desk clerk, her face just visible across the counter due to her 4" heels. "My room was supposed to be ready at 3 o'clock. It is now 4 o'clock. I have a business meeting at 5 o'clock. I don't need to HAVE the room right now; I just want to place my bags there." And pee, She thought to herself as she subtly crossed and uncrossed her legs as she stood there. But She didn't say that.
The clerk reached for the desk phone. "NOOO!" She though in exasperation, "the Run Around begins ..." But the clerk was not calling the manager, as She anticipated; he was calling room 315, which was promised to be hers. A small bit of conversation on the phone, then "Housekeeping is there now, Ma'am." the clerk stated as he hung up, honestly trying to be as accommodating as possible for her inconvenience. "The best I can do is let you place your bags in there, but when Housekeeping leaves, your belongings will be locked in, and not accessible to you. You will have to come back here later to check in and get your key card.
"That will be fine." She smiled. "Thank you." She requested a bellhop to deliver her bags, and She went on up to 315.
The door was wide open as She entered. Also open was the set of doors which led to the adjoining room. The maid was currently vacuuming both rooms. "That's a very practical timesaver", she thought to herself, as She made a bee line to the bathroom. A few moments later, feeling much relieved, she sat on the more interior of the two queen size beds. She swung her feet (which didn't quite reach the floor) as she waited for the bellhop.
The vacuum cleaner was now whirring away in the adjacent room, and being just naturally a little bit nosy, she leaned to the side to take a brief look through the adjoining door space. She saw the maid. And She saw what appeared to be The Man who had room 316; tall and broad-shouldered; blond and muscular. And probably for age, about early 30s. The Man was talking on his cell phone, and although he walked as he talked, he mostly had his back to her. This being the case, She thought it quite opportune to indulge herself in a lustful glance or two. The Man would never know.
Except that The Man did. He noticed her reflection in his mirror, and turned around abruptly to look directly at her. She jumped up from the bed and closed her adjoining door, just as the bellhop carried in her bags. She got out the few things she needed for her meeting, and then was gone.
She is 53, but looks nothing like it. Svelte and toned and smooth and bright, people often mistake her for late 30s. She is quite vain about that, and makes subtle use of it whenever She travels without her Husband. Her Husband will be joining her at this hotel, but not until the third evening. He is coming to town with business meetings of his own. The first two evenings She will be "alone".
She and her Husband get along well. And She does love him. Looks? He actually looked a lot like The Man in room 316, twenty years ago. Time hasn't been quite as kind to him as it has been to her. The sex is good too. But sometimes she needs more, not so much to quell her libido as to stoke her vanity. The two queen beds? They sleep together, so the extra bed is used as workspace in the daytime. She and her Husband each get their our workspace this way. And as for her preferred recreation? He doesn't have a clue.
After her meeting, She went to a nearby pub. No one there caught her eye, although She certainly caught theirs. She doled out a few polite rejections, and then She returned to the hotel. "Oh, well. I'm pretty tired anyway. There's always tomorrow night."
She stopped by the check-in counter, as required. "Two keys please. My Husband will be along in a couple of days." The clerk handed her the two cards. "And don't give him a key when he arrives; I have his key right here. Understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Elevator, hall, then room. The first thing She did upon entry was to kick off her heels. The second thing was to close the blackout blinds. She did all her usual bedtime routine, ending with putting on her Pooh Bear pajamas and brushing out her hair.
Lights out, then under the covers. She laid there awake awhile; it's tough for her to acclimate to a strange bed. Then she dozed lightly. Some little time later, She awoke and went to pee. Too much libation at the pub tonight. On her way back to bed, she remembered The Man is room 316. She decided to pretend. Why not? She stood directly in front of her adjoining door, only about a foot from it. She slowly peeled off her pyjamas, in a sexy striptease sort of way, then likewise with her panties. Letting them drop to the floor where she stood, she then sashayed back to her bed in the nude. She crawled under the covers and curled up.
After a few minutes, she thought "While I'm pretending, I might as well go full bore". She walked back to the adjoining door, stood there naked and nervous, and slowly, quietly eased open the lock on her side. Just the faintest "click", and now she was vulnerable. Her nipples became erect, but she just stood there in the dark and silence. A few moments more and She walked back to bed.
Sometime in the night, she was startled awake by another faint "click". Her eyes popped wide open and she was suddenly wide awake. She quietly pulled the covers tighter around her form, but She otherwise didn't move. She felt her nipples tighten. And She listened. She could just barely hear the adjoining door of 316 slowly open. Likewise she heard the adjoining door of 315 ease open. The Man was coming in to her.
She smiled a little as he crept to the nearer bed, the one he had seen her sitting on, and felt all around it, finding nothing. "Other bed" she thought to herself with a grin. "I guess I should help him out a little." She rolled over onto her back so that he would hear the covers rustle. Figureing this out, he scuffed his feet along gingerly toward the second bed. On arriving, he hesitated for a moment, then lightly pressed down on the mattress, initiating some bed motion. He didn't want to spontaneously touch her, in case She were asleep and he might scare her. He pressed a little harder. She whispered "no anal" and scooted over in the bed to make room for him.
She lay flat on her back; he lay on his right side, the back of his left hand searching for her and finding her smooth belly. She jumped a little in spite of herself. "And there's a condom in the bedside table." She added. She felt him nod agreement as he kissed her neck and caressed her belly with open hand, from hairless mound to sternum, with slow firm pressure. She was glad The Man was taking time to be sensual, not going straight for the "hot spot".
The Man then moved his hand up to one breast while his mouth moved down to the other. She arched her back and let out a soft gasp. Still sucking her nipple, The Man's right arm passed under the small of her back. His left hand moved to her mound. She opened her legs and his fingers began probing her wetness. He made a move to raise up, but She rolled onto her side and pressed her butt against his hardness. She curled her legs somewhat and The Man did the same. He probed her more, until he knew she was ready.
Sitting up, he opened the bedside table and felt around for the condom. He had it on in a few moments, and returned to caressing her from behind; hips, thighs, butt, back, shoulders, pussy. She raised a leg and he place his sheathed cock between her thighs. She reached down and squeezed the head as he pushed and pulled up to where his length stroked her clit. When she was satisfied that the condom was on securely, she raised her leg again to set his dick free, then brought her legs together. She pushed her butt back toward him and positioned her pussy to receive him.
