I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was being shaken awake by a woman I didn't know.
"Hey there stud. Come on, wake up!"
"Huh? What?" I asked as my fuzzy mind tried to bring itself back to reality.
"Come on. Where's your suit?" She coaxed.
"Oh. Hell, it was right here." I said, sitting up and realizing that somewhere along the line I had misplaced, so to speak, my suit. I stood up and looked under the chair, and around it, as the bulk of the people around the deck were re-donning whatever was askew.
"Ok, well, here." She said, unwrapping a lacy waist wrap from around her own waist and quickly wrapping it around mine. "Come on. No point in getting arrested." She said, taking me by the hand and practically dragging me across the pool deck and through the door. She stopped at the elevator bank and pressed the button. I could tell she was trying to will the elevator to get here more quickly, and then, finally it opened. She hustled me inside and let out a sigh as the doors closed.
"What floor?" She asked, pushing the button for the top floor to get the elevator moving.
"Um, ten. What's going on?"
"Oh some prude called the cops, claiming indecent exposure." She said shaking her head, a wry frown on her face. I took a few moments to take in my protector. She was fairly tall, not thin but not overly heavy either, a nicely shaped chest hidden by a tube top type bikini and a round full butt. I guessed she was about early forties at most, dishwater blonde hair and blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with a smile even while she was frowning.
"Now why would someone do that?"
"Oh, some people just can't deal with life. Just because you don't want to run around half naked doesn't mean that someone else might not enjoy it."
"I agree." I answered. "I appreciate your getting me up. I'd hate to have to bail myself out of jail."
"You'd have a hard time doing that, too." She said with a giggle. Reaching down and tugging the hem of the lacey wrap up, exposing my bare suddenly hardening cock. "No place to put any money."
"Oh shit. No place for a room key either." I said suddenly realizing I had a huge problem.
"Ohhhh that could be a problem."
"Let's hope my wife is back at the room." I said, rolling my eyes and trying to push the hem of the wrap down against her resistance.
"Don't be in a hurry, I'm enjoying the view, besides, it IS my wrap, isn't it?"
"Yes," I sighed. "Next I suppose you just want to play with it a little bit too, huh?"
"Well, not the best invitation I've ever heard, but...well...an invitation is an invitation." She said, reaching out for my cock and closing her hand around it. She started gently stroking the mostly soft cock, causing it to rise almost faster than the elevator. By the time we got to the top floor and then back down to the tenth the wrap was woefully unable to cover my erection. "Seems we have a new problem now." She said with a wink as the doors opened.
"So it seems." I said, trying to cover my cock with the lace material as I walked down the hall to my room.
No amount of knocking seemed to raise anyone in the room, which could mean anything, but what it did mean was my wife was either still downstairs, which was not an option for me, or someplace else that I had no idea about. "Probably in some horny guy's room." I growled quietly.
"Well honey, unless you have a better idea, you're going to be in a room with some horny broad. Come on, you can stay in my room till she gets back." She said, turning to walk toward the elevator. "Unless of course you want to wander around the halls in my wrap, which by the way doesn't hide a damn thing!" She called over her shoulder.
I walked briskly down the hall to follow her toward the elevators. "By the way, my name is Anya." She said with a smile.
"Hi Anya. I'm Mike."
"Well Mike, if you don't mind me saying so, you could stand a shower. You smell like stale pussy, which as good looking as you are, isn't a particular turn on."
I sniffed myself and realized she was quite right.
"You can use my shower." She said as the door opened and she stepped out. She slipped a keycard from inside the bikini top and walked down the hall. She paused long enough to slide the card into the door and then pushed it open, holding it for me.
"You here alone?" I asked, as I peeled the wrap off and handed it back to her, the door closing behind us.
"Well, not at the moment." She said as she reached behind her back and unhooked the tube type top that was wrapped round her rather large chest, freeing a pair of surprisingly sexy looking D cup breasts. "Hope you don't mind me sharing the shower with you." She said as she pushed her bikini bottoms down, letting them slide down her legs as I admired her neatly trimmed triangle bush.
"Nice." I said, raising my eyebrows in appreciation.
"Thank you kind sir." Anya said as she stepped past me and into the large bathroom. It was far smaller than the one in our room, but the shower was similarly shaped, if not as large, and had a nice bench type seat along the back side. She stepped into the shower and turned the water on, quickly adjusting the temperature to a comfortable level before turning and inviting me in.
At this point I needed the shower, and she wasn't a bad looking woman. In fact, in some ways, she was kind of sexy. Nicely sized breasts, nice full butt, full meaty pussy, a little round about the middle, but not unsightly, just a little bit of age spread, something I have been fighting for more years than she has. And what the hell, it wasn't as if I had someplace better to be.
"You know, for a minute I didn't think you were going to join me." Anya said quietly as she moved farther under the cascading water to make room for me.
"For a minute I wasn't sure myself." I answered honestly.
