It seemed so simple, my tickets were for early morning and I had everything packed for the airlines. My trip began tomorrow, but for now, I slipped my hand under the covers of the soft hotel bed and met my folds of skin with pleasure and familiarity.
It was through my silky, fabric panties that my touch felt best to start my journey. The minuscule bow on the hemline as I passed it, made me still feel like a little girl despite being in my 20’s now. My still tiny bladder was full and always helped amplify the sensations of my fingers running over myself, feeling the warm, plumped, moistened days of ovulation. My hair was trimmed close to the skin and felt uniform and pleasant to the touch as I circled in and loosened my thoughts. I had trimmed and manicured my hair there since I was fourteen. My lips still felt as sensual as back then. I pressed against my clit in anticipation. Freshly shaven underarms, legs and sleek, trimmed pubic hair was always my favorite body sensations growing up. After all, we start touching ourselves before we ever get a chance to touch others.
I had the time to spend with myself until morning when I would be packed like a sardine on the early flight to yet another meeting. The hotel restaurant was serving drinks and appetizers until 7:00 p.m. so my self-indulgence would not be interrupted for a good while, as I glanced at my Seiko. It was a gift from graduation at the university and still served me well.
Lying on my back, wondering how many other business travelers had taken in the delights of sex in the very same bed, my mind gave way to a sexual torrent of thoughts. I sighed thinking about their flesh on flesh seeking climax and release of the day’s tension just like me. There had to be all sorts of men and women who came in these sheets despite the 4-star rating for the hotel, and I was about to be one of them. Bouncing from city to city I encountered many people. I wondered about their sex lives as I met them. The sheets smelled fresh of bleach and detergent, I chided myself wondering what cum would look like. I redirected my thoughts and quickly focused my other hand on the thickly woven cotton sheets that surrounded my almost naked, smoothly, shaven body.
A hot shower and shave of my weary legs was the first accomplishment of my many hotel evenings. Tonight was no exception. A hotel’s endless hot water shower had already felt wonderful before finding myself in the bed like this.
Trying to redirect my mind, I continued caressing, circling across the top of the cozy fabric of my undies, thinking back to the beautiful body parts of my human anatomy courses in college and less about the 4-star ratings of the hotel cleanlines. Realizing long ago, it takes my mind a while to get focused on pleasure, I had to finesse my sexual tensions out. Time and patience were important. Having been all business, always on task, since I was born, allowing plenty of time for my sexual pinnacle was crucial.
So I continued by thinking of the previous occupants that sought to release through sensual sucking, licking and by inserting their warm parts into themselves or others. It made my fingers twist faster, feeling the tip of my clit still laying dormant. Thinking of what their sex smelled like, what their breath must feel like as their bodies moved around, I flexed the muscles of my pelvic floor and felt the tightening of my sphincter muscle in a slight pattern. It built anticipation as I flexed and wondered about the commitments of anal sex some day. What would it be like?
Pillows stacked all around me and beneath my head, it had the makings of a fortress from childhood. The sporadic sounds of the hotel were calming and peaceful at this time of the day, the door securely locked. I knew later it would be hopping. For now, just an occasional person passing in the hallway with unfamiliar voices.
Only a locked door between us, as I lay sprawled, legs spread slightly under the weight of the creamy, white, exquisite sheets. Perking my ears up to the sounds around me, I realized hotel doors almost created a sense of hiding and stowing away in secret. Sharply noticing I had forgotten to clasp the door chain, it was a sense of security and excitement to think that someone with a key could enter at any minute and find me enjoying myself.
Enticed by the thought of being caught, it was the perfect chance to glide my fingers in the small leg hole of my panties and plunge my first three fingers into my warm hole. My clit had become stiff as I brushed against it and the sides of the vaginal wall had become deliciously swollen and wet the more I swirled my fingers. The delicate smooth skin was perfect on the tips of my fingers as I felt them move about.
It was just how I imagined a man would slide his large hand in my panties if he grabbed me from behind. Dipping me forward, he would pull me closer, taking me tight against his body, his fingers checking out where he would be going next with a much larger part of his body. It sent the first shivers radiating through my inner thighs, as I backed out of my fleshy folds to rub the wetness around my “lady button.” The sensations of my hand and perky little fingers were just what I needed, as my fantasy with being with a man grew against my warm skin. Imagining a cock rush pass where my fingers could reach, would someday be an absolute dream.
Visualizing his knuckles catching again slightly, as they passed the seam of my underwear, reaching for my moist, swollen lips, his tension would be felt growing against my butt cheeks. In order to dive back in, his breathing would be from behind me, holding one arm under my arm across my chest and his other hand would feel massive against me as it bulged beneath my undergarments, searching in persistence of my opening again. His lengthy swirls of hot breath would be strained next to my ear, so his every move would be heard and felt as he moved about my body.
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