I Like Hotel Exhibitionism [I Enjoy Voyeurism And Exhibitionism]
This is the first ever doing something remotely close to this. I was definitely inspired by the stories I've read in this site, and while compared to those experiences what I did might not seem as daring, I hope I get to that point some day!
It was late Wednesday night and I was in Los Angeles again. I am back to the hotel after some client meetings and dinner and seeing an old university friend for drinks.
As soon as I got back to the hotel room, I felt my heart beat a bit faster, my breath getting shorter, an aching anxiousness growing in my stomach, and a tingle between my thighs. I have been waiting for this moment for a week now, since I last joined this site and read the amazing stories of hotel exhibitionism.
I took off my clothes and stood naked in front of the mirror, and full breasts rising up and down with each breath. My nipples were stiff and sensitive from the anticipation and excitement. I slipped a hand across my hips and downward, and combed my fingers through the patch of pubic hair; and I could feel the heat and dampness between my thighs. Letting out a deep breath, I slipped on the hotel robe, put the keycard into the pocket, and opened the door to the hallway.
It was late, around midnight, just entering Thursday, so the hotel was quiet. I didn’t even hear the muffled sound of a television as I walked down the hallway in only the robe. Nonetheless, despite how serene everything seemed, I was still jumpy and nervous. I remember getting startled by the ice machine turning on.
My bare feet padded down the hallway, me still wearing the robe. As I neared the perpendicular hallway that leads to the elevators, I paused and took a deep breath … and untied the sash to the robe and left the front open, exposing my naked front. I wasn’t quite ready to be entirely nude yet so I continued down the hall, leaving my front exposed.
When I got the end of the hall and started to feel more confident I took the robe off completely, leaving me naked in the hallway of the hotel. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it would burst from my chest and I could feel my pussy throb. My nipples were stiff points, whether from my excitement or the AC, I don’t know.
With my robe draped across my arm, I walked toward my room, feeling more and more confident with each naked step, my ass swaying seductively for anyone that opened the door to see--but no one did. I paused at my room and was about to go in to cap the exhilarating night with a blissful orgasm but I was feeling great being naked in the hotel that I continued going. I walked toward the end of the hall and opened the door to the stairwell. My footsteps--so quiet on the carpeted hallway--seemed to echo loudly on the metal steps as I walked up the stairs.
Feeling so sexually charged now and braver (and when I get horny, I tend to do very stupid things) I thought it would be a good idea and challenge--and huge risk--if I left my robe in the stairwell, where someone would be less likely to see it, and walked entirely naked--without the benefit of the cover of the robe--through the hallway of the level above my room.
Utterly naked and exposed without any protection, I opened the door and stuck my head out first. Not seeing or hearing anyone, I stepped out of the stairwell and into the hallway, entirely nude, stiff nipples and black patch of pubic hair available for anyone to see. With a slight grimace on my face, I tiptoed down the hall. On this level, I could hear some sounds from the TV in the rooms or the water running from someone taking a late night shower. Nonetheless, I kept on and successfully cross the length of the hallway.
As I neared the stairwell door on the opposite end I came out of, I heard a door open behind me and I rushed to the door, my full breasts bouncing, and entered the stairwell, laughing to myself. Feeling I had risked enough, I decided to go back down to the level below where my room was, and to just leave the robe on the stairwell on the other side.
Walking gingerly, I got back to my room and then my confidence broke down--the keycard to my room was in the pocket of the robe that I had left on the stairs. Suddenly, a sense of dread came over me, but at the same time, I got even more sexually excited at the huge risk I had taken--if someone had taken the robe and the key inside it, I was royally screwed.
Blood pounding in my head and pussy, I rushed as quickly and quietly as a naked woman could and prayed the robe was still draped across the handrail. And it was! With a sigh of relief, I put the robe back--the front open--and held the card securely in my hand. Once I got back into my room, I tossed the robe aside again and crashed on the bed and had one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever given myself!
It was late Wednesday night and I was in Los Angeles again. I am back to the hotel after some client meetings and dinner and seeing an old university friend for drinks.
As soon as I got back to the hotel room, I felt my heart beat a bit faster, my breath getting shorter, an aching anxiousness growing in my stomach, and a tingle between my thighs. I have been waiting for this moment for a week now, since I last joined this site and read the amazing stories of hotel exhibitionism.
I took off my clothes and stood naked in front of the mirror, and full breasts rising up and down with each breath. My nipples were stiff and sensitive from the anticipation and excitement. I slipped a hand across my hips and downward, and combed my fingers through the patch of pubic hair; and I could feel the heat and dampness between my thighs. Letting out a deep breath, I slipped on the hotel robe, put the keycard into the pocket, and opened the door to the hallway.
It was late, around midnight, just entering Thursday, so the hotel was quiet. I didn’t even hear the muffled sound of a television as I walked down the hallway in only the robe. Nonetheless, despite how serene everything seemed, I was still jumpy and nervous. I remember getting startled by the ice machine turning on.
My bare feet padded down the hallway, me still wearing the robe. As I neared the perpendicular hallway that leads to the elevators, I paused and took a deep breath … and untied the sash to the robe and left the front open, exposing my naked front. I wasn’t quite ready to be entirely nude yet so I continued down the hall, leaving my front exposed.
When I got the end of the hall and started to feel more confident I took the robe off completely, leaving me naked in the hallway of the hotel. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it would burst from my chest and I could feel my pussy throb. My nipples were stiff points, whether from my excitement or the AC, I don’t know.
With my robe draped across my arm, I walked toward my room, feeling more and more confident with each naked step, my ass swaying seductively for anyone that opened the door to see--but no one did. I paused at my room and was about to go in to cap the exhilarating night with a blissful orgasm but I was feeling great being naked in the hotel that I continued going. I walked toward the end of the hall and opened the door to the stairwell. My footsteps--so quiet on the carpeted hallway--seemed to echo loudly on the metal steps as I walked up the stairs.
Feeling so sexually charged now and braver (and when I get horny, I tend to do very stupid things) I thought it would be a good idea and challenge--and huge risk--if I left my robe in the stairwell, where someone would be less likely to see it, and walked entirely naked--without the benefit of the cover of the robe--through the hallway of the level above my room.
Utterly naked and exposed without any protection, I opened the door and stuck my head out first. Not seeing or hearing anyone, I stepped out of the stairwell and into the hallway, entirely nude, stiff nipples and black patch of pubic hair available for anyone to see. With a slight grimace on my face, I tiptoed down the hall. On this level, I could hear some sounds from the TV in the rooms or the water running from someone taking a late night shower. Nonetheless, I kept on and successfully cross the length of the hallway.
As I neared the stairwell door on the opposite end I came out of, I heard a door open behind me and I rushed to the door, my full breasts bouncing, and entered the stairwell, laughing to myself. Feeling I had risked enough, I decided to go back down to the level below where my room was, and to just leave the robe on the stairwell on the other side.
Walking gingerly, I got back to my room and then my confidence broke down--the keycard to my room was in the pocket of the robe that I had left on the stairs. Suddenly, a sense of dread came over me, but at the same time, I got even more sexually excited at the huge risk I had taken--if someone had taken the robe and the key inside it, I was royally screwed.
Blood pounding in my head and pussy, I rushed as quickly and quietly as a naked woman could and prayed the robe was still draped across the handrail. And it was! With a sigh of relief, I put the robe back--the front open--and held the card securely in my hand. Once I got back into my room, I tossed the robe aside again and crashed on the bed and had one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever given myself!
36-40, F
