"Well there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Money don't grow on the trees"....
Groggily, I heard that refrain from the song of the summer coming through from the next room. I was waking up from what seemed to be a nice deep nap and trying to get oriented. i looked down... I was seated on some nasty hotel carpeting... I felt behind me the support of a polyester-bedspread-clad bed. Sleepily, I dropped my head back for a little more of a snooze, and when I awoke again my eyes could focus and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Focusing my eyes ahead of me, I saw an image of... me! In the giant mirror propped against the facing wall, I saw myself seated on the nasty carpet. My legs were drawn up with my ankles bound to the backs of my thighs, held just touching my buttocks, and my arms were loosely bound behind me. Being a sorta flexible individual, my bindings didn't hurt, but man what a spectacle I presented. I was naked. My pussy was exposed, like EXPOSED exposed. My big friendly tits with their attendant giant brown areolas and high-beam nipples were front and center, thanks to my arms being held loosely behind me. They were also kinda damp and cool, which led me to contemplate on how they, and I, got to this position.
I thought back, through hazy mental fog. I had been traveling for business in California's Central Valley. That night, if I recalled, was Bakersfield. After a monumental meal at the hotel diner, I had opted for some Jacuzzi time, you know, nice little R&R. In the Jacuzzi I had met some very compatible travelers, Germans, youngish and tanned and Teutonic as fuck. We talked. I remembered that now. I had seen them in the diner, enthusiastically ordering and enjoying American food. Now here they were, partying, drinking, buying rounds for all, including me. I was not at all alarmed to find Germans in the Jacuzzi. They are legendary travelers, and I would very often interact with them in my travels as they went about their quests to see Yosemite, The Redwoods, etc.
But I digress.
I had to address my predicament. i was obviously in the same hotel my company put me up at; the nasty carpet and the poly-fiber bedspread gave it away. I wasn't sore anywhere; it seemed as if I tried I could work loose of the ties that bound my wrists. They seemed to serve more to keep my arms out of the way of the view than to keep me helpless. Yes, I was naked, but thanks to the heavy, firm, relatively upright nature of my tits and the beauty of my brown erect nips (added to the fact that I'd recently lost those nagging 20 pounds). I wasn't displeased with what I saw. But the voices. I heard voices in the adjoining room. They were low, talking, an occasional chuckle bursting forth. I couldn't hear what they were saying... or understand it. I was concentrating on the voices so hard that when a half-naked woman, clad only in jean shorts, suddenly kneeled next to me, I was startled. It was one of the women from the Jacuzzi. I think her name was Claudia.
"Was ist lost?", I said, trying on the jocular tone of teasing we had been using in the hot tub. Not answering, she just looked me in the eyes.
Then came Anna. She, too, I had met in the hot tub. She, too, was German and blonde and Teutonic, but unlike Claudia she was as naked as I was. And she was carrying something. A couple of somethings.
