Warning: This story contains group sex (two men and one woman).
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I often go to New York on business. I hate travelling, even if I enjoy New York, so I always pamper myself and stay in a nice hotel. Sadly, though, last year my company cut the amount we could spend on hotels. In New York that meant a dramatic change.
I found a nice bed and breakfast in Chelsea which was (barely) under the budget constraint, called Twilight House. Breakfast is thrown in and it's a good breakfast, too. It's yummy. I developed my favorite room there which is the Italian Room.
Twilight House names its different rooms. Sometimes the Italian Room is not available and then I choose the Victorian Room. I've also stayed in the Serenity Room which is quiet since it's far from the street with its ambulances and garbage trucks. I've now stayed in all the rooms but one. The Eros Room is significantly more expensive than the others. It's over budget so I've never stayed there.
This trip seemed to be star crossed. The first annoying feature of the trip was that my phone battery died. It even refused to take a new charge! Basically, the phone was dead. I had planned to listen to music on the plane with my new noise-canceling headphones but without them I had to listen to the airplane's selection. What garbage was available!
I had to change planes in Atlanta and I missed my connection. No problem, I took the next plane. My checked bag however had other ideas and apparently felt an urgent need to visit some exotic locale. I arrived in NY very late and without luggage. I had not been able to call and let the B&B know I'd be late since my cell phone was dead.
Due to my late arrival the bed and breakfast had given away the Italian room and in fact was down to only one room still available, which fortune had saved for me. It's called the Eros Room and it's the most expensive room in the B&B by a long shot, but the innkeeper Beatrice gave it to me for the price of the Italian Room, thank goodness.
The room has a strange name but I understood a bit when I saw the room, as it had pictures of naked water nymphs and centaurs decorating the walls. The artist who painted the centaurs gave them generous endowments, too, I could not help but notice. Whoa.
It was hot and muggy and when I arrived at the B&B I was dripping wet with sweat. That's when I got the news their central air had failed. It would not be repaired until the next day at the earliest, due to the extreme heat and consequent demand for air conditioning repairmen. My clothes were sweaty and my bra and panties probably smelled at this point. I washed them in the sink and just lounged around the room naked. Beatrice, the hostess, had placed a fan in my room and it was a lifesaver.
I got an email about my carry-on. It had been located. Good. It was located in Cancun, Mexico. Bad. I guess it had decided to go on vacation. I would have it in two days. This meant I needed to buy some new clothes for the morrow and my business meetings. Damn. By this time evening was beginning to set in. Some clothing stores would be open another hour at most. My bra and panties were still seriously wet from my having just washed them in the sink, so I threw on my clothes without them. The hair dryer that came with the room had just not been up to the task of drying out my lingerie.
I'm not small breasted so it was a tad outrageous to go without a bra but at least nobody would know I was without panties, even if my skirt was a little on the short side. I rushed out to go shopping. I went to a nearby Zara that was still open (one of the strong points of NY!) and found clothes that would work, trying them on in the dressing room. The curtain did not completely close and I discovered I had inadvertently put on a little show for some other woman's partner who looked through the gap in the curtain. He had the smile of lust on his face, and I had the blush of embarrassment and shame on my face.
I was also curious: Had I looked fat to the man? I laughed at the thought. I was sure all that he had looked at were my boobs and my pussy! He had not the time to evaluate in detail my naked body. I had not been naked for long, after all. I was surprised however because I was turned on at having been seen naked. I had thought I would be embarrassed in the extreme, and indeed I was, but the primary emotion I felt was arousal.
I pretended not to know, smiled sweetly at him, and went to pay. That was when I realized I had left my American Express card at home. I could even visualize it on my dresser. No problem, I had my Visa card. As I stood there paying the man I had flashed was right behind me.
I was blushing constantly with the knowledge that a stranger had seen me naked. It's worse too, because when I was naked I had actually fondled myself just a little in the dressing room, so it was more humiliating than it needed to be. I just could not catch a break! This inadvertent disaster however was so shaming! Shaming all the more so because it was delicious.
When it was my turn to pay I discovered to my embarrassment and chagrin that I had reached my credit limit on my Visa card. This meant I could only buy one outfit, the one for tomorrow. If only I had had my American Express card! Well at least I could buy the one outfit.
Normally I buy fancy lingerie but by the time I was done with the clothes the lingerie stores were closed and besides, I reminded myself, I had reached my credit limit. No problem, I thought. My own lingerie will be dry by the morning.
I grabbed some dinner at a nice little place called Mangia which was very casual. I kept my knees locked together because the seats were such that people could have looked up my skirt. Normally had my legs separated I would have been flashing them my panties, but in my current state I would have been flashing my pussy and I had experienced my fill of that already in the Zara dressing room!
I was already attracting some male attention due to my braless state. My blouse was sort of sheer and hence my nipples would poke at the blouse to say hello and attract attention, and then the careful voyeur would be able to make out the shape of my boobs under my blouse. I did not need to add flashing my pussy to the mix!
I returned to my non-air-conditioned room, stripped off my sweaty clothes, and began to look more carefully at my room, called The Eros Room. It was pretty. It had a small bookcase which was chock full of books. Looking at the titles I saw that they were soft core porn, ranging from Fifty Shades of Grey to the Story of O. (The Story of O they had both in French and in English!) They even had an illustrated(!) copy of Justine and Juliet by the Marquis de Sade (in English only). I also found one of my favorites, Emmanuelle, by Emmanuelle Arsan (also in both English and French). I began to wonder if it the books actually were soft core, or was the 'soft' part missing? Perhaps were they simply just core?
There were also a DVD player and DVDs with all sorts of pornographic titles, even one with the now famous Stormy Daniels starring in it! I figured this must be a favorite room for some kinds of men. One of my former lovers was just that kind of man. He was half French, too. Perfect. Maybe I'd tell him about this B&B and the Eros Room if I ever felt kindly towards him again. That was unlikely.
Getting back to the Eros room, however, the strangest thing about it were all the little lights, most of them green but some of them blue. I could not figure out what purpose they served other than an unusual (and failed, in my opinion) attempt at decoration. Then I had a real surprise.
Where hotels usually keep a copy of the bible (and a Book of Mormon if it's a Marriott), my B&B had a vibrator! There was also a note in the same nightstand drawer saying to contact the front desk, if desired, for a dildo selection. Finally, there were alcoholic wipes to clean the vibrator before use. I was beginning to like the Eros Room.
It's hard to read while using a vibrator, and this was a good one, so I surfed what was on the TV. I was naked once again due to the oppressive heat. The TV selection struck out for my taste so I rose from the bed and checked out the DVD collection. I don't like porn, so I passed on the porn DVDs, even the Stormy Daniels one. I ended up calling the front desk and asking for a selection of dildos. I had never used a dildo before but upon reading the hotel's offer of them I suddenly felt compelled to try them out. After all, they had offered now, hadn't they?