Part I
You arrive at the hotel after a long train journey, you’ve been in standard class on a packed train, it’s been hot, close, grimy….on the surface of things you know that it’s not been pleasant, but someting has scratched at you all the way there. You don’t know quite what it is, the chap across from you at the table kept rubbing your calf, the chap on your right, touched your thigh more than once, the lady stood next to your table…did she look down your top? You certainly checked out her tits as they pressed against her shirt and put pressure on the buttons. And the vibrations, as the train came to a stop it hit a sweet spot that sent shivers from your pussy right up your spine and back again.
As you walk into reception it’s late, dark outside, things seem quiet. The hotel isn’t up to much, it’s a corporate chain, has decent beds, not much else. You notice him though as you enter, through the open office door behind reception. It looks like a young girl in a suit is telling him off for some reason. He’s a huge chap, especially next to the girl, you remeber thinking how brave she was for speaking to him that way. He’s handsome in a middle age rugged sort of way, looks clean and tidy, although the poverwhelming feature is just he sheer size, must be over 6 ft tall and maybe weighs 20 stone.