That one time my swimsuit got stolen [I Got Pantsed]
I did a lot of stupid things when I was young and horny. Very stupid, and very horny. Things like making out with an older woman who I had just met in a hotel swimming pool.
As things were getting hot and heavy, she invited me up to her room. I hesitated, but then she started kissing me again and I felt her squeeze my butt and I was in heaven for just a little bit ... and then I felt her grab my swimsuit bottoms and yank them right off me. I eeped, I giggled, I for sure blushed, and then she tucked them into her top and said I could stay in the pool as long as I wanted, but if I wanted to "earn them back," I should go up to her room. She got out of the pool and walked away while I sat there like an idiot.
I should probably mention that: (1) this pool was [i]inside[/i] the hotel, and if you wanted you could look out of a room window and see people swimming in it; (2) there were other people in the pool (although we'd had the sense to make out in the hot tub, at least); and (3) I was staying at the hotel with my parents.
Eventually, I reasoned that I had to get out of the pool sooner or later, and since I already had to do that, I may as well try and get my swimsuit bottoms back, and since I was already going to do [i]that[/i], I may as well get laid anyway. So I waited until almost nobody was looking and skittered out of the pool and grabbed a towel.
The towels this hotel put out there were ... well, they were well-intentioned, I guess, but they didn't exactly cover much. Like, they were hand-towel sized. Like, I would have needed two or three just to have a mini-skirt. And I'd just grabbed one.
I was holding onto my room card with one hand, trying to will this dinky hand-towel to cover either my butt or my front and getting it to cover neither. I dashed and scurried from cover to cover around the lobby until I got to the elevators, and then I just crouched in the corner and hoped nobody else was riding it up.
I got lucky, and then I just needed to get down the hall, knock on the lady's door, and wait for her to finish laughing at my expense and open the door. When she was done laughing, she asked me some trivia questions, had me twerk where she could see me through the peephole, and [i]then[/i] she let me in.
We went at it for a while, into the wee hours of the morning, and I even fell asleep for a bit after we were done. Around 4:00 am, she woke me up, handed me a towel--a [i]real, proper towel[/i]--and my room key, and said she'd see me later. I kissed her goodbye, wrapped myself up, and was in the process of sneaking back into my hotel room when I realized she'd kept my bottoms and my top.
As things were getting hot and heavy, she invited me up to her room. I hesitated, but then she started kissing me again and I felt her squeeze my butt and I was in heaven for just a little bit ... and then I felt her grab my swimsuit bottoms and yank them right off me. I eeped, I giggled, I for sure blushed, and then she tucked them into her top and said I could stay in the pool as long as I wanted, but if I wanted to "earn them back," I should go up to her room. She got out of the pool and walked away while I sat there like an idiot.
I should probably mention that: (1) this pool was [i]inside[/i] the hotel, and if you wanted you could look out of a room window and see people swimming in it; (2) there were other people in the pool (although we'd had the sense to make out in the hot tub, at least); and (3) I was staying at the hotel with my parents.
Eventually, I reasoned that I had to get out of the pool sooner or later, and since I already had to do that, I may as well try and get my swimsuit bottoms back, and since I was already going to do [i]that[/i], I may as well get laid anyway. So I waited until almost nobody was looking and skittered out of the pool and grabbed a towel.
The towels this hotel put out there were ... well, they were well-intentioned, I guess, but they didn't exactly cover much. Like, they were hand-towel sized. Like, I would have needed two or three just to have a mini-skirt. And I'd just grabbed one.
I was holding onto my room card with one hand, trying to will this dinky hand-towel to cover either my butt or my front and getting it to cover neither. I dashed and scurried from cover to cover around the lobby until I got to the elevators, and then I just crouched in the corner and hoped nobody else was riding it up.
I got lucky, and then I just needed to get down the hall, knock on the lady's door, and wait for her to finish laughing at my expense and open the door. When she was done laughing, she asked me some trivia questions, had me twerk where she could see me through the peephole, and [i]then[/i] she let me in.
We went at it for a while, into the wee hours of the morning, and I even fell asleep for a bit after we were done. Around 4:00 am, she woke me up, handed me a towel--a [i]real, proper towel[/i]--and my room key, and said she'd see me later. I kissed her goodbye, wrapped myself up, and was in the process of sneaking back into my hotel room when I realized she'd kept my bottoms and my top.
26-30, F
