Jamie has always hated going to conventions. It was nice to be away from work for a few days and be paid, but very seldom was it worth the trip. This year the annual convention was in Seattle, a city that she had loved. She would enjoy blowing off hours of lectures to enjoy some good seafood while day drinking.
She stayed at the Westin. She was impressed at the fact that her company had actually paid for a hotel that was not flea ridden, where you felt you had to sleep on the bed with clothes on because the idea of jumping in the bed was less than appetizing. After putting her bags down from her 6 hour flight, she went to the window to get her view. Unfortunately, she did not have a view of the city but of her fellow guests. The hotel was U-shaped and she was in the U. Sighing, Jamie turns the shower on to rid herself of the stale cabin air and put on a pair of jeans and a blouse so she can explore the city. Her yoga pants and oversized sweatshirt were dismissed to the floor.
She reached her hand out to test the temperature of the water. It was warm and soothing but not scalding. She stepped in with back to the water. She let the water drip on her for a few minutes, decompressing from sitting in the tight seat. Her dirty blonde hair became saturated. She turned around and let the water fall down her front. She winced as she rubbed soap on her humble breasts. The piercings were still sore and she forgot about the wincing pain. Despite the pain, she was reminded why she got them, she became a bit excited. Her hands traveled down, fingers reaching past her manicured pubic hair. She let a finger reach in to appreciate the moment. The shower was never an enjoyable place to play with herself, but after she would.
Turning the water off, Jamie grabbed a towel for her head and the other for her body. “They never have a full length towel for adults, just a cloth.” She sighed. Jamie dropped the towel and sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and let her fingers wander again. She parted her lips with her fore and ring finger as she let her middle finger explore. She had always wondered why it took men so long to make her cum but it was easy for her. She grabbed her breast with the other hand, playing with her piercing, enjoying the pain and pleasure. Low gasps and moans escape her lips as she brings herself to the edge. After a few moments, she sits up and realized that she left the shades open and then realized that a man was staring at her. “Had he watched everything?!” She anxiously considered what just happened. She was just imagining that she saw him, she decided. She put on her black lace panties, a nice pair of tight jeans and a faux-silk blouse without a bra and proceeded to the lobby.
As she was about the walk towards the center of the city, she recognized the man who had seen her. He smiled and winked as she left. “He is cute,” she pondered as she walked to the restaurants near the market. “Maybe if I see him again…”
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