***I regularly stay in a hotel when travelling with work. This trip I was shown the hotels secret, 2 spy rooms looking in on guests bedrooms. This story is about what goes in the privacy or a hotel room!***
***Any similarity to people, places etc it’s purely accidental.***
As part of my job I have to travel to head office in London once a month. It’s a completely pointless journey but keeps the bosses happy and gives me an opportunity to watch my progammes on Netflix on the train down from Newcastle. I’ve got into a nice routine where I catch the train after work, be in London by 8 and walk over the road to my hotel in time for a meal and a couple of beers. I’ve been doing it for so long now I know all the staff and it’s like going to my second home.
I’ve got a routine and everything runs smoothly, that is until this trip! I got to check in as normal but my booking wasnt there! Something to do with a new system blah blah, I was too tired to be mad and like I said they’re almost a second family to me. Long story short but they found another hotel in the group way across the city near Canary Wharf and by way of an apology they upgraded me to a Executive room. So I made my way to the tube and made the journey across London, finally making it to the hotel exhausted. I checked in, ordered some room service and a few beers and settled in to my room. The room was incredible. The sort you see in the movies. Huge bed, marble floor in the bathroom, huge floor to ceiling mirror (my wife and daughter would love that for getting ready) and most importantly. A free minibar!
The following morning I had to get up early to make my way across the city for work. Work was as boring and as pointless as ever and around 7pm I made it back to the hotel. Walking in the door I heard a familiar voice call out my name. As I turned round I was treated by a firm handshake and a man hug from Chris. Chris used to work at the hotel I normally stayed at and was promoted about 3 months ago to run the new hotel, I had completely forgot. To help with his application I had written a reference which apparently sealed if for him so he offered me a few drinks and we had a nice chat. A few drinks turned to a few more and before you know it we were both too d*unk for a work night! That’s when he let me in on the hotels secret!
Due to the location to the city, the hotel had been contacted by various agencies to help them fight fraud after the financial crash. They asked the hotel to bug some of the rooms so they could listen in and collect evidence. That was the plan the hotel agreed to, but things escalated! Chris asked me if I’d noticed anything strange about the floor I was on, the extra doors. I had but assumed they were cleaning stores or something like that. Turns out they are spy rooms. “Bullshit”. “No I promise you that’s what they are for. Remember the head of Tad Bank who was arrested for stock manipulation, he was a guest here, that’s how they caught him”. Chris could tell I was still sceptical so he offered to show me! We made our way up to the top floor and making sure no one was looking we made our way in. He wasn’t joking. Remember the full height mirror, it wasn’t so women could do their make up, it was a two way mirror with full view of the room!
“The deal is that we only use these bedrooms for people the authorities want to monitor, but where’s the fun in that?! When they’re not using them we pick special guests to use them!” As he finished talking one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen walked out of the bathroom dressed only in her towel, my mouth hit the floor, as she stood in front of the mirror she let the towel drop revealing her full naked form!
Long brown hair past her shoulders, the most pert tits I think I’ve ever seen, at a guess I’d say 32D, clean shaven and the peachiest bum ever.
As she stood admiring herself in the mirror, we both did the same on the opposite side..[continue reading](https://cuckoldingsex.com/blog/the-secret-hotel-room/)
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