She finally came to her senses and started to back away from this leering man
"I have to go back inside the hotel now."
"Why? I only want to talk to you."
She slowly backed away. It was only 20 or 30 feet to the hotel lobby and she was sure she could make it there without further incident. After all that had already happened that evening and later in the hotel exercise room she certainly didn't need any more adventures. As she took another step backwards her thoughts of Paul, whom she had just met at her friends wedding reception earlier that day, confused her. While aroused by the attraction she felt toward Paul and apparently also he toward her she had thought she was safe once she and her husband left the reception. She thought her almost acting on her husbands continual fantasies for her to sleep with other men had passed. While she had given into those fantasies of his before those times were different. Those past occasions had been planned events. This time was different; this time was with a complete stranger unbeknownst to her husband.
But now, just a few hours later Paul had not only taken her but he had taken her to sexual places that she really hadn't been in a long, long time. She was embarrassed that she had let it happen. She was angry with herself, and with Paul, that she gave herself to him with such abandon and that he took her so savagely, but more so that in spite of everything she was still very aroused.
"I have to go back to my husband."
"Oh, that was your husband we watched you have sex with?"
She just looked down at the ground. She had stopped moving; not knowing how to answer and at the same time wondering why she thought she should. Her husband, after all, wanted this didn't he? If she went upstairs right now and woke him and told him she had just had sex with Paul in the Hotel fitness room it would probably arouse him wouldn't it? He would probably want her to tell him the whole story of how Paul had taken her in front of those picture windows. He would probably get all turned on knowing that other men had probably watched Paul play with her naked body until he ultimately plied her pussy lips open with his manhood. He would probably want to go find Paul so he could watch him take her again. To watch how he made her moan, to watch how he had caused her to beg him to fuck her. Yes, she was certain that it would be ok; that he would understand and forgive her. She was certain that it would encourage him to encourage her to walk down that path some more.
"No," she whispered, "that wasn't my husband."
She continued looking down at the granite of the hotel patio; now aware that this new stranger had moved closer to her.
"What do you want from me," she quietly asked.
"I can tell you are tired. I won't keep you I just thought that... I just thought that maybe you could just do me one favor."
"What" she asked as she looked up at him.
"Well, my friends will never believe I met you if I don't bring them proof. They'll think I'm making it all up if I just come back with a story that I met you and had a nice conversation. So... I was hoping I could at least take a picture of you that I can bring back."
"Ok, that would be all right, do ahead."
"Well, if I just take a picture of you like that they will think that I took a picture of some lady walking down the street and won't believe it is you."
"What are you asking? What is it that you want?"
"Well, if it isn't too forward I was thinking that if I could get a picture of you holding your t-shirt up so they could see something they would know that I really found you."
She laughed. Here was this poor, horny, middle aged man asking her to get naked for him so he could prove to his lecherous friends that he had found the woman they had all lusted over as they watched her getting fucked; as they probably jacked off dreaming it was them inside her!
"I can't do that in front of the hotel lobby."
"Well, no, I suppose not, but we could go around the corner, over by those loading docks. Nobody could see us there. Please... it wouldn't take but a minute; it would be a huge favor to me and wouldn't hurt you or nothing."
She laughed at herself as she pondered his request. Oh what the hell, she thought to herself. It would probably be a fitting backdrop to a wild and crazy day.
"Ok, but only one picture and you cannot take a picture of my face. I don't want a picture of my breasts all over the internet where people I know could see me."
"I promise. I'll show what I take of you and you can approve it. If you don't approve I'll delete it, but I'd ask to be able to take a replacement picture. Is that ok?
"Ok, that will be fine."
She found herself grinning at the silliness of it all as she followed him to the loading dock area.
"Where do you want me?"
"How about just against that wall?"
"OK. So you want me to pull my shirt up so you can see my breasts?"
"Yes, if that's ok. Would you mind taking your shirt completely off?"
"How about if I just lift it up to cover my face, that way I'll be certain you won't take a picture showing my face."
"Perfect"
She lifted her shirt with both hands. She felt the cool air waft across her nipples, causing them to swell as she covered her head completely with her t-shirt. She heard him gasp.
"What is it?" she asked through her shirt.
"Perfect. Your tits are absolutely perfect. Can I ask your measurements?"
"36b. Have you taken your picture yet?"
"No, can I just look at you for a moment? You are an absolute goddess. I want to imprint this picture of your absolutely perfect breasts, your milky white skin and your playful freckles into my mind."
"You really think my breasts are nice?"
"Oh god yes, if you don't mind me saying so you have given me one hell of a hard on just looking at them."