Hotel In Need

Her graceful form wrapped in a belted raincoat swaggered through the lobby as the bellhop trailed behind with her bags. She explained that all of her credit cards were in her husband's name, but her credit was good. The young man at the desk told her she could stay for one night...the hotel had a policy. But the manager would have to come see her. He said that he'd be up to the room right away.1

Her room was nice and the warm air added to the enjoyment and security she felt. She wondered if the manager would come right away. She wanted to take a shower as soon as she was alone and she decided that "What the hell, I've got a robe and he probably will be awhile." 2

She was just rinsing when she heard a knock on the door. She quickly got out of the shower, slid the silky robe over her, grabbed a towel and opened the door. As the manager entered, she was wrapping the towel around her hair. It wasn't until she straightened up that she realized how tall he was. He was quite cute, in his late twenties, with an olive Greek or Italian look. She saw that he was staring at her nipples as she held her hands over her head adjusting the towel. She took an extra bit of time. She knew her nipples were nice and hard from the vigorous shower. 3

He introduced himself and told her that the hotel had a policy to allow a "wife in trouble" without credit one night in the hotel without charge if a marital disagreement represented any harm to the woman. He explained that it actually read "spouse" in the policy, but he was told that they only use it for wives. He would need her to tell him that it was an emergency situation. On and on he went, talking endlessly his eyes looking down. Looking at her waist, her legs where the robe fell at her knee when they sat, her nipples. Again and again he returned to her nipples. He looked mesmerized, she thought. 4

She said that she was willing to pay for all the nights she stayed, avoiding all discussion of why she was there. She just didn't have any credit cards, it wasn't as though she didn't have money. She would see that he was paid. She dropped her left leg to the floor which caused her short silk robe to fall expertly to the edge of her right leg, exposing her entire inner thigh. He was beginning to sweat.5

He was glad that she could pay and would be staying longer. He would do everything he could to make her stay comfortable. Was this shy nervous man making a play for her? But he seemed so serious as he told her that by policy she would have to produce payment by tomorrow and he would be glad to help her with any wires or she could get someone else's credit card. He could talk and look, but he didn't seem capable of real contact very easily. He was squirming in his seat trying to make his hard on less visible. 6

I'm sorry its so hot in here, she said, I like to turn up the heat when I'm taking a shower. Oh, he said, I'm holding you up. He started to get up. No, you're not, I'm completely dry. She rubbed her hand up her leg so she could enjoy the feel of her arm against her bush, separated precariously by the silk robe. But you look uncomfortable. she said, take off your coat and give me some help with what I have to do. Let me tell you what my situation is. She turned in the chair and moved both legs in front of her, with her feet on the floor and knees together. She leaned forward, her silk robe flowing open at the top and put her hands together.7

She told her story. She told him what he wanted to hear, although most of it was lies. She told him all about her cruel and abusive husband. And about how he would force her to have anal sex with him.8

She was having fun. She leaned back and said so what should I do? As she leaned into the back of her chair, the robe moved up to the bottom of her pussy. She loved this length. She knew that with a lift of her arms, or the opening of her legs or even a stretch, she would open the robe enough to give him a peek. And she wanted to stretch so much. Her juices were flowing and it caused her to itch in a particularly seductive way. Her breasts were tingling to be touched or stretched all over. 9

He seemed at a loss for words. She has him, she thought. A magnetic line drew him to her. He was flustered, completely off his game, he didn't know what to do.10

Think about it for a moment, she said. "It's an important decision. After all, you'd have to come throw me out tomorrow if I don't pay up."11

She succumbed to the urge to stretch (exposing her pussy as the material pulled across her pointing breasts. She quickly got up and asked him if he wanted something to drink. "Sure," he said. And she poured them both a glass of wine.12

With stuttering words he gave a half-hearted excuse about drinking while on the clock, but he took a small sip. She sat next to him on the love seat. He should get going, they'll be wondering what happened. What about the help you promised me, she protested. Will you be here tomorrow when they try to throw me out? Will it be you who has to throw me out? She began to turn her head down and melt into his shoulder. He put his arms around her in a gentle secure grasp. She hugged him back in return with arms that slinked their way around his waist. 13

I'm not working tomorrow, but I'll come back to help you then, he said in a soft sincere voice. She asked when he was done tonight. I'll be off in 30 minutes. I'll come back and help you then, he said. It was done.14

He returned in about 25 minutes. She decided to leave the robe on. She had time to dry her hair and it was fuller than usual, creating gentle blonde waves in her usually flat straight hair. It gave her an untamed look that she liked when she was pruning herself in the mirror. 15

When he returned he had removed his coat and tie. They returned to their original positions: he on the loveseat and she on the opposite chair. She told him that she found him attractive. Didn't he have anyone to rush home to? Of course he didn't, she knew. He was attractive, but so shy. His lanky frame made her wonder if he had a long skinny cock.16

She stretched her arms above her head over the top of the chair. Her pussy was in full view, his eyes riveted to it. "Do you like to look?" she asked as she opened her legs. Yes, he said, his hard on clearly poking itself into the top of his pants. He was leaning forward probably trying to accommodate its huge length. "So do I," she said, asking him to unzip his fly and free his cock.17

Watching his long, thicker than she guessed, cock stand at attention from the folds of his pants, she took one hand and began playing with her breast. The first pass was outside the silk, but she quickly pushed the material off to expose the full breast and allow her easy access to her nipple. With the edge of her thumb she circled her dark pink nipple. He began to play with his rod. She knew she would get to see him squirt his load while she rubbed herself. He would do it exactly as she liked. He was hers.18