It was a typical night away from home on business travel. Work all day, hit the hotel gym for a workout on broken down machines, and a sub-par meal at the downstairs lobby bar. At least the beer was cold. I've been traveling for 25 years, and every once in awhile a woman will talk to me, and sometimes we have a really nice time. I buy her drinks, she laughs at my jokes, and I feel good about myself for a few minutes. But inevitable, a boyfriend or husband eventually comes along, he whispers something in her ear, and away they go up the elevator, with his hand on her butt. I've even seen a couple women drop to their knees before the elevator doors close. But in any event, they all get laid, and I go back to drinking beer.
As I sit there nursing my beer, a nice looking couple walks into the lobby. He's well built, wearing khaki pants and a white cotton shirt. He's not muscular, but is well defined. She, on the other hand, is a knockout. She can't be more than 5-2 and 110 pounds, and looks like an aerobics instructor. At about 40 years old, she is still wearing no bra, and her breasts look natural. The nipples extend through the soft fabric of her top, and her tight designer blue jeans cling to her legs and butt like cellophane. She has long blond hair that falls to her shoulders. They come into the bar, and take the seats just two away from me. She sits closer to me than he does. She's carrying a small video camera, and lays it down on the bar between us.
"That's a pretty cool video camera you have there. Looks like one of the new Sony's that is HD, and takes videos in almost no light," you say, hoping she will talk with you.
"Yeah," she says, "We just got it and we love it." "You any good operating one of these," she asks.
"Yep," I respond. "I Do lots of action video in bad lighting situations. I could really use a setup like that."
She looks at me, "Would you like to get some practice taking low-light video??" She's got this really coy smirk on her face, and her friend is looking at me with a big, knowing, smile.
"You mean up in your room??" I ask is a confounded way.
"Wow", she said, "You catch on fast. There's only two rules. First, no face shots. And second, no touching. You up for it??"
My usual evening ends by renting a bad adult video, and jerking off a couple times. This was way better. "Of course. Sounds fun."
We ride the elevator to their room. His hand was on her butt, but it didn't bother me this time. We walk to their room, and walk in. It's a suite.
"Make yourself comfortable while we get ready. This will last about an hour or so," she says as she connects the camera to a waiting cable.
There's a living room with a huge flatscreen TV, at least 65". A chair is sitting directly in front of it, facing so that someone in the chair is only about 5 feet from the screen. The camera sits next to the chair, and is connected to a roll of about 50' of digital video cable that is also hooked up to the TV. The camera is on, and the TV shows a huge image of the carpet just in front of the camera. I walk past the bathroom to the bedroom. They are both in there, and each is taking off their clothes, and carefully folding them and putting them in the dresser. He is further along than she is, and is just taking off his boxers as I enter. There's another chair in this room, the same as in the living room, but it is sitting in the middle of the floor. Obviously it has been put there for a reason, but I can't figure it out. A tripod sits next to the chair. She sees my curiosity.
