"Ready, Brenda?" Bill asked.
"I just need to shower. I just got home form palates." I said.
"Ugh. Can't you just shower at the hotel?" He replied.
Bill was always rushing me out the door.
"I guess so, but I look like a wreck." I said. "Fine. I'll shower at the hotel."
My husband, Bill and I were on our way to the hotel for our twenty year anniversary. It wasn't my idea to go to Vegas but what could I say? Bill wasn't much of a compromiser.
Two hours later we arrived at our hotel.
It was too early to check in so we sat down at the lobby bar for a drink while we waited. I had two martinis and began to feel a little tipsy. Bill's attention was on the casino floor. He kept glancing over at the craps table every chance he could.
"Just go and play already." I said.
Bill broke his concentration and focused it back to me.
"Oh no honey, I can wait. I'd much rather be here with you." Bill said.
Which I knew couldn't be further from the truth. Bill and I haven't had the happiest marriage as of late. He's focused on work and golf. We hardly ever do anything together anymore. And when I mentioned doing something for our anniversary, Vegas is what he suggested.
A few moments later Bill received a notification that our room was ready and we headed to the elevators. We made our way to the room and I started to unpack.
"I'm just going to shower and get ready for our dinner reservation okay?" I said.
"Okay, well while you get ready, I'm just going to go down and play some craps. Just meet me in the casino." Bill said.
"Okay." I replied.
I knew he couldn't wait to get to those craps tables. I didn't mind really, if he stayed in the room, he'd just be rushing me like always.
Bill left and I began to strip down. The bathroom was elegant and had great lighting. I admired myself in the large mirror.
For forty-two, I thought I still looked pretty good. I guess those palates classes are paying off. I turned halfway and checked out my butt. Still nice. I've often caught men at the gym ogling it. I don't mind really. Kind of a compliment I suppose. Besides, it's not like my husband pays any attention to it anymore. Then I lifted my heavy boobs. A bit saggier than when I was in my twenties but not too bad considering how heavy they are.
I reached into the large shower to turn on the water. I heard a few creaks and small amount of water spurted out of the shower head and then stopped.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me." I said.
I called Bill's cell but it went straight to voicemail. There's never reception in the casino so I picked up the hotel phone and rang the front desk. The woman on the line was polite and said she'd have someone come up right away.
Still naked, I walked around the room. It felt weird being naked, but a good weird. Maybe it was the drinks, but I was enjoying being naked. I heard some voices in the hall so walked over to the door, stood on my tip toes and peeked through the peephole. I saw three men. Younger, probably in their early twenties. They were loud and appeared to be heading down to the casino. Judging be their voice levels, they were probably already drinking and just having a good time as they waited for the elevator.
My bare feet on the cool tile felt good. I felt naughty having only the door between my naked self and the young men right outside. I wondered what they would have done if I opened the door and exposed myself to them. Just then the elevator arrived and they were gone. Not that I would have opened the door, but the thought of it sort of turned me on.
I continued to wonder around the room while I waited. Then I heard a squeaky sound from the hallway. I again took a glimpse out of the peephole. The squeaky sound was getting closer and then I could see a young man pushing a cart. I continued to watch until he stopped at my door and knocked.
"Maintenance." He announced.
I slightly panicked even though I was expecting him. I hurried to the bathroom and grabbed one of the white bath towels and wrapped myself up. I quickly checked my hair in the mirror. It was a mess but what could I do. I answered the door and smiled.
"Hi Ma'am. You called about your shower?" The young man asked.
I nodded and held the door open for him to enter. I felt a bit inappropriate standing there in a towel. I estimated the man to be about twenty one or twenty two years old. I was old enough to be his mother. I followed him to the bathroom and he fiddled with the faucet.
"Seems a bit loose. Let me tighten that up for you. Should only be a few minutes. And I do apologize for that." He said.
"No problem." I managed to say.
I stepped out of the bathroom and into the main area of the room. I was feeling rather promiscuous. I thought about how I felt when I was naked watching those younger men earlier and how it made me feel knowing that only the door separated them from me. I felt an urge to take it a step further.
I could hear the tools clanging together in the bathroom. My heart started to beat faster because of the urge that I was feeling. I unfastened my towel and adjusted it. For a second, I was exposed and the maintenance man could have seen everything had he walked out of the bathroom. This time there was no door between us.
I wanted to keep going. I loved how it made me feel. My heart raced. This time I totally removed my towel held onto it while I paced around the room. I heard the man clear his throat and I panicked. I quickly covered myself back up. But he never came out of the bathroom. I was so nervous. I knew that I could cover up quickly holding my towel so I decided to keep going. This time I tossed my towel on the bed and continued to pace around the room completely naked and nothing to cover up with. Now, if he were to come out, he'd see everything. The feeling was overwhelming. I almost wanted to be caught.
