She got into the hotel elevator on the 7th floor, wearing nothing a swimsuit with a towel around her waist, at the same time I got out, and I knew I had to follow her.
There was no doubt it was the same woman I'd noticed that morning as I'd left for the conference, leaving room 713 just after I'd walked out of 717. She'd had on a perfectly smooth pencil skirt over black hose or stockings, a matching jacket, three-inch heels, and a white blouse--the kind of business attire that drives me to distraction every single time. She was about a size eight, which gave her just enough curves to fill out the skirt and blouse even more erotically than I would have thought possible. Her long dark-brown hair had completed the look perfectly, and the glance she'd given me as she hurried down the hall showed just enough of her face for me to recognize again tonight.
If she'd recognized me just now, though, she hadn't let it show. Which may have been just as well, as I intended to follow her to the hotel pool as soon as I could get changed. I simply had to find out if her ass looked as good in that swimsuit as it had in the pencil skirt.
I unlocked room 717, went straight to the bathroom, and took care of my frustrations--it's no good going to the pool with a massive hard-on if you're trying to be inconspicuous. Then I took a quick shower, found my swimsuit, tucked my key in a pocket, grabbed a towel and headed to the pool floor.
I realized I was hurrying and slowed myself just as I got to the pool, scanning for Miss 713. She was already in the pool doing laps, probably for the last ten minutes. An older couple was doing the same in the lanes on the opposite site, so I put down my towel on the chair next to 713's and watched her for a second. She swam towards me, then held the end of the pool as she caught my eye. I returned the look with a smile and a nod.
She smiled, briefly, her eyes flickering down my body for only a split second before she turned and took another lap. I could barely see her ass as she kicked through the water, but it was, indeed, everything I'd imagined.
Then I glanced down at her towel and saw her hotel room key card sticking out from underneath it.
I took a deep breath. The older couple wasn't looking, and 713 was halfway across the pool. I didn't have time to think about it. So I just did it: my own key card came out of my pocket and slipped underneath hers in the exact same position, and hers slipped into my hand and then to my pocket. I buttoned the pocket discretely so it wouldn't come out while I was swimming, and slipped into the pool to do a few laps of my own.
Every chance I had, I looked at her body as she swam past me. If she was doing the same, I couldn't tell, but I certainly gave her every chance to look at my chest and butt if she wanted to take them. I wasn't bad too look at, I've been told, but I clearly wasn't in as good a shape for swimming as 713 either, because I tired out just as she was diving under for another lap. I was sure she smirked as she passed me that last time.
Smirking myself, I checked that her key was still secure in my pocket and got out. I left my towel where it was and headed to the empty hot tub while 713 finished her laps. When she got out, though, she went straight to her towel to dry off. She tried to avoid glancing at me, or at least tried to avoid me seeing her do it. But I couldn't stop gazing at her legs, her ass, and her 38D (or so) breasts as she toweled off her hair.
When she was done, I beckoned with a smile for her to come to the hot tub. She thought about it for a second, then sauntered toward me. It was a good thing the whirlpool bubbles concealed my erection, or I might not have been able to talk to her at all. As it was, I had to lick my lips and force my eyes to remain on her face before saying to her, "That was quite a workout. Why don't you come in and relax your muscles for a bit?"
The elderly couple walked out of the pool behind her. She glanced at them before responding to my offer. "I could, but my momma always said I shouldn't spend time alone around strange men."
I sneered a little, then smiled again. "I'm not strange, and you're no little girl. Look, my name's M______, and I just want to get to know you a little better. It's a public place, what are you worried about?"
She tossed her towel across both shoulders and took a step back, but not without a smile. "A nice line, M_______, but one I've heard before."
Before I could respond, the whirlpool bubbles died out, and my erection revealed itself. She looked at it for a few seconds and couldn't suppress a smile. "You can stay here and get all hot and bothered if you like. I think I'll go relax in my room, instead."
She turned and walked back to her chair, picked up the key card--my key card--and swiveled toward the door. Whether she intended it or not, her ass wiggled enticingly at me as she headed out, and she only put the towel around her waist again when she was nearly out of my sight.
Yeah, she wanted me. She just couldn't bring herself to say so on such a short acquaintance, was probably brought up as straight and proper as that pencil skirt she'd worn that morning.
I jumped out of the hot tub, dried off as quickly as I could, tied the towel around my waist to (barely) bind down my hard-on, and headed to the same elevator I knew she would.
Glanced at the numbers. She was already on her way up. Then it stopped at the third floor, presumably for another passenger. No choice but to take the stairs and hope there were more stops for her on the way.
By the seventh floor, I was a little winded, but brought it under control as I entered the hallway. Sure enough, there was 713 shoving my key card into her lock again and again and muttering useless curses at it.
Palming her key card out of my pocket, I walked quietly toward her--my room was on the other side of hers anyway--and smiled a greeting. "Problem?"
"Key card doesn't work," she replied tersely. "Obviously."
I put my hands behind my back. "Perhaps I can help."
