Plain Jane Out of Her Comfort Zone

Frustration and boredom trigger a wild escapade

A special thanks to RF-Fast for helping to proofread and ensuring the story is in good shape.

Plain Jane steps out of comfort zone

I caught myself letting out an audible sigh and glanced at my wineglass. I didn't really want it, but the alternative was to go back up to my hotel room alone and mope. It was barely 8 pm and if I went upstairs, I'd just go to bed and listen to another audio book about people having a more exciting life than me.

That was the real problem, and why I was feeling so down. I was thirty-three and single, with my career seemingly going nowhere. I'd accepted a two-year secondment 18 months ago now, expecting it to boost my career. [A secondment is a temporary work placement, often in another location.] But the company had gone radio-silent about what I'd come back to. Which was annoying, as they insisted, I fly back to my old office every quarter and report on things.

I'd fly back for one day, getting up before dawn, see all my old friends in the office, and briefly catch up. Before meetings and an overnight stay in a hotel to wait for a flight home. Hearing about my friends getting engaged or having babies just brought home how nothing seemed to happen in my life.

I'd been raised to be thoughtful and considerate. Putting others before me and I'd been particularly good at it. Too good, really. Nobody else wanted the secondment. And to be away from their friends and family for that long, so I volunteered before someone was forced into it. I'm too timid really to stick up for myself.

And that was mirrored in my lovers, the few that I'd had. You might think that two people with the same personality would work, but there was never any verve to get up and do something. Week after week of sitting in and doing nothing but watching TV and waiting for the other to suggest something. Even the sex was dull. What there was of it.

I snatched up my wine and took a large mouthful and nearly gagged. Was this why I was down? Seeing my friends happy with their boyfriends and husbands, while I felt increasingly like the old maid on the shelf and forgotten. Damn it, one more glass of wine, then it might help me sleep and not dwell on my shadow of a life.

Looking over at the bar, I wondered if I could catch the barman's attention for a new drink. But I knew I'd walk over there to not put him to any bother. Then I saw a man at the bar looking at me. For a moment, I almost looked around to see who he was really looking at. Until I remembered I was sitting at a table with my back to the wall.

He gestured to his drink and then pointed to me. It was such an alien thing; it took me a moment to realise he was offering to get me a drink. I shook my head and gave him a slight smile, trying to take the sting from my refusal. But inside, I felt a flutter of excitement. Nobody had ever done that before. OK, I'd been at a table with friends when guys bought us drinks, but that had been for my friends, and I was included only because I was there.

Not that I'm ugly or anything. I'm just a plain Jane. Perhaps my parents were being prescient when they named me Jane. I'm about average in every way. Brown hair and eyes, a reasonable figure, mainly because I have little else to do with my time but go to the gym. The only thing that stands out are my breasts. On my petite frame, they look large, and I try to downplay them most of the time.

My grandmother, who played a significant role in my life growing up, taught me that a good girl dresses modestly and should never flaunt her figure. And sometimes I regret that I still struggle to break out from some of her teaching. Today, for example, I'd planned to wear a conservative skirt and jacket set over a satin cream blouse.

The blouse was a little racy as it was relatively low cut, but the jacket would cover it. However, with the taxi driver waiting at the door and me racing to get ready. I discovered my cat had been sleeping on the jacket and it was covered in cat hair. I looked for a brush, but the taxi driver impatiently reminded me I had a plane to catch, and it was a warm day. A jacket wasn't needed.

He was right, but I'd never worn this blouse out without something over it. Checking myself in the mirror, I knew it wasn't that bad but could see the ghost of my grandmother looking over my shoulder and tutting. What the hell. I rushed from the flat with my overnight bag in hand.

During my meetings, I caught Tony and Alan looking at me more than usual. During one coffee break, Dana told me that they had tried to peek down my top while I was sitting. I blushed slightly, and she laughed. Telling me to live a little, and let my hair down,

If only I knew how? I was so wrapped up in the rights and wrongs of things, the idea of anything wild seemed alien to me. Sometimes I just wanted to step away from myself. To do something outside my comfort zone. But I knew if something turned up, I'd watch it pass me by.

As I finished my wine, I looked up to see the guy from the bar walking over with another drink for me. His expensive suit screamed businessman to me. I'd guess he was in his forties, fit, with short and slightly greying hair. And with a confident smile. The sort of smile I'd expect to see on a car salesman about to sign a deal.

"Here, I knew you wanted another. Mind if I join you?" He sat next to me without waiting for my reply.

I opened my mouth, but meekly nodded. It was something I hated about myself, not standing up for myself more often. If I were Dana, she'd have told him to get lost and if he didn't go, probably dumped the wine on his head.

Actually, the more I thought about that, the more likely she wouldn't. She'd admitted one time, after a few drinks with the girls, she loved travelling on business trips alone. It gave her a chance to have a little fun away from home where nobody knew her. Of course, she said that was before she was married, but the way she said it hinted it wasn't always.

"The one thing I hate about business trips is you're either stuck talking shop all the time or stuck by yourself." He said.

I nodded again and pulled the fresh glass towards me. It would be rude to reject it after he'd paid for it.

"I saw you sitting alone, and I recognised the body language. Bored and wanting some company. Someone to talk to rather than being lonely stuck in your room, right?"

I gave a slight smile and nodded again. Good grief, he was going to think I was mute at this point. I'd not managed a word so far.

But that didn't seem to bother him. I got the impression he didn't mind doing all the conversation.

As he sat next to me, I couldn't help noticing the scent of his cologne. It was nice, but subtle. You'd have to be quite close to him to smell it. And I noticed the line of his jaw was strong, with a slight hint of 5 o'clock shadow. I blinked and wondered why I was thinking that. I wasn't about to let some random guy pick me up in a bar. I'm not that sort of woman.

He asked me a question that I had to get him to repeat and then we were talking about why we were there. I explained, and he said it was odd we'd never met. He said he visited every month, and he'd definitely have noticed an attractive woman like me. I groaned, and he chuckled and apologised for the corny line. Even if the sentiment was true.

We talked for a while. Well, he did most of the talking and he was charming, confident, and amusing. Without trying too hard. He said that he'd keep his eyes out for me next time and perhaps we could meet up for some company. The way he said it seemed to imply what sort of company he was looking for. But that might have been me reading too much between the lines.

He was telling me an anecdote about people I'd never known and leant in close to deliver the punchline. An innuendo, I wasn't sure what he meant. And he patted my knee, and I tensed. Which was stupid. He barely touched it for a moment and yet my skin seemed to tingle from his touch.

Good grief, it was like I was a virgin again. I'd had lovers who did more than touch my knee. Wait? Why was I thinking about lovers, from such a minor thing as touching my knee for a fraction of a second? Was I that hard up? Then I realised it was over two years since my last lover. It had died a lingering death, as neither of us had the courage to end it. And it was the reason for accepting the secondment. Not wanting to rekindle a failed relationship for fear of being single.

But it seemed that the knee touch to him was a litmus test. I'd not objected, so he moved closer and put his arm around my back. I looked down to see his hand on my waist. By rights, I should have moved it. Told him to behave himself and explain that just giving me a glass of wine did not give him expectations from me.

I should have, but of course I didn't. As I felt the warmth of his hand through my blouse, I felt a warmth I'd not felt for a long time. It was kind of pathetic that my body was becoming aroused so easily. Some random stranger was nice to me, and I was being silly.

Then slowly his hand moved up towards my armpit. As his fingertips brushed over my side boob, I jumped and squeezed my arm against it to stop it from moving. But in reality, it just pushed his fingers more firmly against my boob.

I should have said or done something, but I didn't want to cause a fuss in the hotel bar. I'd be hugely embarrassed to admit a stranger had grabbed my boob. And I hated that my nipples were hard, and my pussy was getting wet. Releasing his hand, I did nothing more. Didn't move it, glare at him, or chastise him in any way.

Part of me knew I should, if only to stop him pestering other women, but another part of me shocked me by liking it. OK, being groped in a public space was terrifying, but at the same time thrilling. I'd never done anything 'bad' before.

The thought chimed back to my earlier thoughts of needing something to happen in my life. Perhaps it was the thought of Dana having had 'fun' on business trips, knowing I'd never be brave enough to do something like that.

He moved his hand forward to cup the breast more fully, and I tensed, my eyes darting around the room. He must have seen my reaction and dropped his hand back into my lap. Probably worried we'd get caught if he were too blatant. I was torn between relief that he'd stopped and the disappointment that he had.

Why had I been so passive and let him do that? What would Dana have done? I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes. He was good looking without being overly handsome. Well dressed and groomed. Clean fingernails popped into my head, and I cursed my grandmother living rent free in my mind.

But he wasn't done yet. He took my left hand, closest to him, and examined it, commenting about how pretty the colour of my nail polish was. I was sure he was just saying that as he placed my hand on his thigh. Extremely high up on his thigh.

For a moment, I thought he had something in his pocket and then I blushed as I realised what it was. He was hard, or nearly so. I wanted to snatch my hand back and run away. But it seemed my body had other ideas.

It seemed the only parts that were working were my racing heart and my breathing. I couldn't even turn my eyes away from his crotch. OK, it was just my hand resting on it, and I hadn't grabbed it or rubbed it. But to me, that alone felt like I'd just invited him to bend me over the table and take me from behind. I was shocked that I'd even thought that, let alone have such a graphic image pop into my head.

Me with my skirt around my waist and him fucking me, while the bar patrons stood around watching. It was so out of character I struggled to dismiss it. After what felt like forever, but was only a few seconds, I pulled my hand away and he didn't try to stop me. As I reached for my wine, I saw my hand was trembling and I gulped down most of the remaining wine.

We sat there in silence for perhaps 30 seconds, and I was struggling to form my thoughts clearly. I should just walk away. Thank him for the wine, of course, and go. But if I did...

"Why don't we take a stroll in the hotel gardens? It's supposed to be lovely, even at night. Perhaps a little romantic." He said.

I glanced out a window to see the pitch-dark sky and blurted out.

"I've no jacket."

Smoothly, he stood and slipped off his jacket and hung it over my shoulders. It drowned me and I heard the litany of commandments for my grandmother about a young woman never going off with a stranger. And perhaps it was a 'screw you' to my grandmother for controlling so much of my young life. I took his hand. Effortlessly, he pulled me to my feet and, taking my purse, we headed to the door.

Some part of me imagined us walking through the gardens and then him escorting me to my room and perhaps a kiss on the cheek goodbye. Even I'm not naïve enough to believe that.

In the reception, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me against him and I felt an odd sense of oneness. I missed my boyfriends doing that, as it gave me a sense they cared, and I was owned. OK, owned was the wrong word. 'Complete' doesn't come out much better.

In the reception we saw another guest coming in and a gust of wind behind him. So, without breaking stride, the stranger walked me through reception towards the lifts.

"I've a lovely bottle of wine in my room that I know you'll love."

Was I really doing this? Everything screamed at me that this was wrong. Hooking up in a hotel was dreadful. But I had two reasons why I'd not run off yet. The first was that my body needed to be touched and more. Plus, I'd lamented watching life pass me by. I needed something to break me out of my malaise.

As he pressed the call button, I was struggling to find some excuse to leave. I knew if we got into his room, he'd want to do all sorts of things. I'd watched a tiny bit of porn. But my personal sexual experience was mostly limited to, in bed, under the cover, in the dark and with the guy on top. I was sure he would expect more than just that.

But the images flashing through my head robbed me of the brain power to find a suitable excuse. As the doors pinged and opened, I couldn't believe I was going to have sex with a stranger. There! I'd admitted it to myself. Unless I could think of some reason not to. He gestured for me to enter the lift first and I saw myself in the gold tinted mirror of the back wall.

He was looking at my bum as he stepped in and then saw he'd been caught.

"Sorry, I know it's crude, but you have a great ass."

I turned to face him and knew my cheeks were flushed. I don't think anyone has complimented my bum before. All that time in the gym had paid off. He stood in front of me and used one fingertip on my chin to tilt my face up. Then he kissed me.

OK, it was a little touch of his lips to mine, but it set neurons firing off like it was the most intense kiss ever. He pulled back and waited for my reaction. But I seemed incapable of responding in any way. My mouth went dry, and I automatically licked my lips. He smiled and moved back in for another kiss. As if by reflex, my eyes closed as he made contact a second time.

This was firmer. His mouth opened, and his tongue flicked over my lips. Like when he'd touched my knee, it made my flesh tingle, but way more strongly, I somehow wondered if his cologne had some mind-altering chemical in it. That thought was pushed aside as I felt both his hands gently cup and squeeze my breasts.

My mouth opened to object, but his tongue was inside instantly and his thumbs brushing over my engorged nipples robbed me of my objection. I managed to bring my hand up to his chest, intending to push him away, but I had neither the strength nor the will to do it.

My objection seemed more that he was groping me in a public place rather than that he was doing it at all. Part of my mind was arguing that I was young-ish, free, and single. If I wanted to make out with a stranger, it was nobody else's business but mine.

The door pinged, and he smoothly sidestepped. As the doors opened, nobody would have known what we'd been doing 1/2 a second earlier.

He stepped out and looked back at me. This was it! Hit a button, any button and hand him his coat before the door shut. A free glass of wine was no commitment to sex. Part of me thought perhaps a hand job unhelpfully. Not that I'd really even done that properly. But again, my traitorous body betrayed me by stepping from the lift.

He grinned and started to walk toward his room. Confident I'd follow on, regardless. My feet moved woodenly to follow him. His door was close to the lift and if I still had control of my body, I'd have handed over his jacket and said I couldn't do this. Despite my pussy proving that was a lie. I don't remember being this wet before.

I stepped inside and paused in the middle of the room as he closed the door and put my purse aside. He gave me such a warm and welcoming smile; I felt a strange flush of affection for him. But that was wrong. This was a torrid sexual encounter at best, not some life changing 'love of my life' thing.

But I needed something in my life. Some direction. Someone to take charge and steer my boat. The memory of his erection under my hand in the bar popped into my head and the word 'rudder' formed into my mind. Well, I'd know what his 'rudder' looked like soon enough, as he slipped his jacket from my shoulders and tossed it on a chair.

I felt idiotic standing there like a scared virgin schoolgirl. Sex wasn't that big a deal. I bet I could throw a stone and knock on the door of someone on that floor of the hotel doing it at that moment. It was just alien to me to be in a situation like this. I was used to being a wall flower, a follower, a meek sheep. Letting a stranger talk me into this was insane.

Hell, we'd hardly talked. A couple of inappropriate touches and I was his?

He placed my arms around his neck as we kissed again. This time I participated and had to stand on my tiptoes. His hand gripped my bum and squeezed, sending a shiver up my spine to tingle across my scalp. One hand slipped higher, and I felt his fingertips on my skin under my blouse. Oh crap! This was really happening. And I knew there was no going back.

Right or wrong, I was committed and eager even. Setting aside everything else, I needed to get fucked. It had been far too long. I was only thirty-three and not in my eighties.

I felt his fingers encounter my bra strap and then the sudden release of tension. He'd undone it with one hand. I'd been wearing a bra every day for nearly 20 years, and even I struggled with the clasp sometimes. He broke the kiss and looked down at me. Waiting and giving me one last chance to end this. I stayed silent, and then he started to unbutton my blouse from the bottom.

My bra only came into view after the last button was undone and I could have cursed myself as I realised it was my oldest and least flattering one. Plain white cotton that had seen better days and was less white than it should be. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw passion and lust. He was seeing past the bra, and it sent a jolt of excitement from my brain directly to my pussy.

He slipped my blouse and bra off and tossed them aside, and I stood awkwardly as he inspected my tits. I'm rather proud of them and without meaning to, I sucked in my tummy and pulled my shoulders back to present them to him. The expression on his face caused goosebumps down my arms. And I don't think my nipples could get any harder.

It was almost a feral, caveman look that meant he was going to take me. And I wanted it as well. Hell, I needed it. Why was he taking so long?

I gasped as he touched them directly and he whispered in my ear he'd be gentle. For several minutes we kissed as he played with my tits, then dipped his head and kissed one. My arm shot out to trap it there and he chuckled and told me he wasn't going anywhere. Except for the other one.

He alternated back and forth, leaving both breasts glistening with his saliva, before reaching for the fastening of my skirt. 'At last,' I cried in my head and was shocked at how brazen I was being. As my skirt fell, I got a momentary feeling of gaining the upper hand as he discovered my lack of underwear. Not for some sexy reason, I had to admit to myself, but for a mix up with my laundry schedule.

But that didn't stop him for long. A brief glance at my pubic bush was all it took before his hand was on it and in it. Without clear thought, my feet moved to allow his fingers to press lower. I felt a little dizzy that I was letting some stranger do this to me, He was a guy I've only seen for the first time less than 30 minutes ago. A guy who I'd still no idea of his name and now he had me naked and fingering my pussy.

It was almost too big a concept to get my head around. If it weren't for the glorious feeling, I'd be sure I was dreaming. Things like this never happen to me. I had my eyes closed and could feel an orgasm building already. I could hear the liquid squish of his fingers thrusting into me.

Then he stopped, and I opened my eyes. I almost complained until I saw him undoing his belt. Then he stopped and suggested I do it. OK, he was cocky, but I was about to discover just how cocky as I fumbled urgently at the button and zip. Dropping to my knees, I gripped trousers and underwear and pulled them down to his knees.

I gasped as his erection sprang out and nearly hit me in the face. I'd watched a little porn, and while he wasn't porn star big, he was larger than any other I'd seen in the flesh. Not a monster, but thick and a little scary. My fingers wrapped around it and at the base, there was a sizable gap between finger and thumb. My mouth went dry, and I licked my lips.

"You can kiss it if you want." He said, removing his shirt and tie.

As I placed my lips on the head, I pulled back the foreskin and my tongue tasted some pre-cum, and it was like my senses were electrified. Something about it did things to me out of proportion to the minute amount on my tongue. When I said my life was boring, there had been a time when I'd gone off the rails a little towards the end of school.

For about six months, after I'd been talked into giving my first 'BJ' it felt like I was addicted to them. I'm ashamed to admit how many boys received my attention. Only after I'd been caught by my parents did that stop, and they instilled my almost puritanical sexual attitude. At least until today.

The taste and smell re-awoke that yearning, and my mouth sank deeper. I may look a little like a librarian most of the time, but at this, at least I knew what I was doing. So much so that I was confused when he stopped me. I knew I was doing a decent job. So why stop? But of course, he wanted more and so did I.

He lay on the bed and told me to hop on. I hesitated for only a moment. I've never tried this position. It was on an extensive list of forbidden things for a woman to do, according to my grandmother. Apologising to her posthumously, I straddled him and placed him at my opening.

The enormity of what I was doing hit me, but I pressed down before I could chicken out. As I slipped down his cock with little resistance, I began to wonder just how big he was. He was filling me like never before. When I bottomed out, I let out a mental sigh of relief, as I was sure I was full. More than full, part of me felt like it was tickling the back of my tonsils. But that was just a comparison to my previous lovers.

Right away, I learned why this was such a great position for him. Not only could he see his cock spearing into my pussy and stretching it open, but he had free access to my tits. Apart from the worry of being so high, I was loving it. I had control of speed and how deep it went. At least at first.

He pulled a sharp one when a hand dropped from my tits to my clit. I was already on edge from everything else and that just pushed me over it. I trembled and convulsed as my orgasm hit and had to sit still afterwards to catch my breath. I looked into his eyes and marvelled at how quickly he made me cum.

But that only lasted a few moments before he pulled me down on top of him. Forced his tongue into my mouth and wrapped his arms around my waist. Then he brought his feet up on the bed and used the extra leverage to fuck me.

OK, I don't usually use the 'F' word. Usually it's 'making love' but this was fucking plain and simply. I was the outside of a sausage roll, and his sausage was using me. And I loved it. It was a little rough, but that was a new and exciting experience. In a matter of minutes, I felt him swell even larger inside me, and then his cum spewed into my pussy. I don't remember ever feeling it like that before.

He was panting when he stopped, and I jumped up to use the bathroom. I needed to pee, and I was sure he'd be leaking out of me. Watching a few gobbets of cum ooze into the toilet bowl, I shivered. I was on birth control, but that was a lot of cum. I stepped into the shower and washed as well as I could down there and returned to his hotel room.

He was standing naked and handed me a strong rum and coke.

"Sorry I lied about the wine."

"I'd prefer water." I replied and downed nearly half the bottle he gave me in one go.

"Ready for round two?" he asked, and I looked down at his soft cock.

I was sure I could get it hard again, but he seemed to read my mind and told me not to worry. Then pushed me back on the bed and knelt between my legs and kissed my inner thigh. Fuck! He's gonna do that. That was one of the cardinal things my grandmother insisted was very wrong. No decent woman would allow anyone to kiss down there. It was really bad.

A few seconds later, as his tongue wormed between my labia, I branded my grandmother as a bloody liar. It wasn't bad, it was wonderful. Why had I never let a guy do this before? Christ, all those wasted years. Bitch! I bet she'd done it and just didn't want me to know how amazing it felt.

Although I'd only ever seen it in porn between two women and I knew from my friends that some guys didn't like doing it. Perhaps my grandmother really meant for me not to be a lesbian? But I might have let one do this if I knew what it was like.

But this guy had no problems doing it. Enthusiastic was too mild a word for describing what he was doing. Both fingers and tongue were worming around inside me. Christ, now I know why guys were so eager for BJs. The tongue could do far more than a simple cock or pussy.

I could feel another orgasm building and I could count on the fingers of one hand how many times I'd cum more than once in a session. Less even! At this rate, he could do whatever he wanted with me. Even parade me naked around the hotel for others to fuck! Where had that thought come from? I was a woman who refused to shower at the gym in case another woman saw me naked.

It was becoming harder and harder to think coherently, and I wondered if it was possible to die from an overload of pleasure. Oh crap, he was sucking and licking my clit. I think I'm gonna explode. I just wish it were his hard cock inside me instead of his fingers.

By the time I recovered from the biggest orgasm I could remember, I looked down to see he had a smug expression on his face. For once, I think he may have earned it. But I also noticed he was hard as rock again. Before I could ask for a breather to recuperate. He told me to turn over and get on my knees.

I did and looked back over my shoulder, only to have him push my shoulders down. When I was on my hands and knees, I realised he wanted doggy fashion. Again, a prohibited position, according to my grandmother. Only beasts of the fields did that. A good Christian wouldn't countenance it.

But given her stance on oral sex, I was up for it and as he plunged into me, I gasped again. Fuck, that felt deep. Deeper than anything else. I was so full, and it felt amazing. He fucked me hard and fast. His hips colliding with my bum felt almost like a spanking, but far more pleasurable.

His balls swung wildly and periodically bounced off my clit, adding to my stimulation. At first, I wanted him to finish quickly, as I knew a third orgasm was a wild fantasy, but I felt one growing. How? Was he some god of sex or was I just too backward to know how good it could be?

At that moment, I didn't care. It was rough, and I might be tender in the morning, but here and now it was the most wonderful feeling. His strong hands gripped my hips as he thrust into my pussy like he didn't care about me. But that was it. He didn't! And it still felt blissful. His raw, manly strength and vigour channelled through his member directly into my channel.

He told me to move my elbows and go closer to the bed and I followed orders until the bedding brushed over my swinging breasts. Dragging and pulling on my nipples, accelerating the orgasm. Then I felt a finger at my back door. Was that a mistake? No, he was applying some pressure, and I realised he meant to put it up there.

I nearly panicked. I know I'd told myself I'd accept whatever he wanted, but that seemed too much. Did he want to put his cock in there? I knew I'd die if he tried it. Part of me wanted to clench down hard to block him, but when he showed no sign of stopping, I relaxed, and the fingertip slipped inside.

Having something in there while I was fucking a cock in my pussy overloaded my brain and I started to cum again. I was only vaguely aware of him pumping a second load into my pussy. I collapsed onto my side a moment later, panting. Looking at him, I was gratified to see he was red faced and panting. Sweat dripped from his forehead. I bet that was worth more than 40 minutes on the treadmill.

He stepped into the bathroom, and I heard an electric toothbrush going. Wait, was he planning on more? I doubt my body could take it. Let alone my brain. I heard him lift the toilet lid and made a snap decision. Jumping up, I snatched up my skirt and struggled into it as I slipped on my shoes. I heard the toilet flush, and I grabbed my blouse and purse and yanked open the door.

It was only when I was outside that I realised I was topless. As I rushed towards the lift, I struggled into my blouse. I hit the button, and the doors opened at once. Holding my blouse closed, I looked back to see the stranger, naked and looking at me from his door. He looked disappointed, but waved as I stepped into the lift.

I couldn't believe I'd just done that. Not running away, but everything else. It was like some drug-induced dream, except I could feel the evidence leaking down my leg. A shiver went through me, but a grin spread across my face that I worried I'd never be able to remove. I'd just had the most extreme and intense sexual experience with a guy, and I'd not thought to ask his name. Part of me wanted to call Dana to brag.

When the lift opened on my floor, I realised I'd still not buttoned my blouse and found some bravado alien to me. I strutted towards my room with it unbuttoned. It still covered my breasts. I'm not that brave. But every little bit of bravado counts.

Inside my room, I stripped and stepped into the bathroom. And gawked at myself in the mirror. I rarely look at my body in the mirror. It's just there, but this time I looked closer. There were a few mild red marks on my breasts and turning, I saw my bum was rather pink. I shivered as I remembered how hard he'd fucked me. Reaching down, I felt my pussy was tender and dripping with cum.

I showered thoroughly, not trying to wash away what I'd done, but we'd both been really sweaty when we finished. Holding the shower head between my legs. I washed away as much cum as I could and found the memory of his fingers and tongue inside me so intense, I was horny again. Had he broken me? Turned me into some nympho who couldn't get enough?

An image formed in my mind of a knock at the door, and my grabbing the only towel to hand and rushing to open it. But it wasn't the random guy, but the two men from the hotel. One with a trolley of food and the other saying there had been a report of a leak in the bathroom. I told them both were wrong, but they stepped into the room and said they were right. Then closed the door.

Both men were in their early twenties and Hispanic. And both were looking at me with leering grins. When I looked down, the towel wasn't covering one of my breasts. When I tried to shift it, that only flashed my pussy. One of them said it was unnecessary and took it from me. Not snatching, but with a light pull. I could easily have stopped him if I wanted.

I shuddered in the shower as I realised my aim with the shower head had moved from my opening to my clit. But I was sure I was done for the night. The fantasy was a surprise, and I'd have to consider why it had spawned tomorrow. Crawling naked into bed a few minutes later, I was asleep in moments.

Waking to bright sunlight, I blinked and realised I'd not bothered to close the curtains. Looking at my phone, I saw it was a little after 6 am. I slipped from the bed and smiled as I saw I'd slept naked, something I never did at home. The sun was rising and the view past the other wing of the hotel was wonderful. A devilment overtook me, and I opened the sliding door to the balcony and stepped outside.

I was sure nobody else would be up yet, but as I looked at the wing facing me and the hundreds of windows, a shiver went down my spine. After last night, I felt something new burning inside me. A new confidence? Perhaps. A potential risk taker? Maybe.

Not maybe, but definitely. Probably. I stepped forward and gripped the balustrade. My hands shook a little and my heart raced, but I felt; taller? Perhaps empowered? I'd no idea, but I certainly felt excited. From a woman who refused to shower at the gym, to standing naked in the dawn sunlight, it felt like I was a new woman.

I raised my arms above me and stretched, then froze as I saw a woman on a balcony across from me. One floor up and perhaps two across, and about one hundred feet between us. She wore the standard white towelling hotel robe and was grinning at me. OK, it wasn't that bad, another woman seeing me. I lowered my hands and rested them on the balustrade. Until I saw a similarly dressed man step out of their room and reached around to hug her and kiss her ear.

She said something, and he looked over and his mouth gaped open. My flight or flight instincts kicked in and I wanted to cover up and run inside. But my hands had other ideas and refused to release the balustrade. The woman said something else, and his hands moved from her stomach, up to her breasts. His eyes were on me as he groped his wife.

Then he pulled the robe open, and his wife laughed and waved at me. I waved back, somehow regaining control of my hands. He definitely had control of his as he resumed groping her tits. Even at this distance I felt her eyes locked on mine and some sort of connection between us. She said something and his reply was an unmistakable 'Really?'

She flicked up the back of her robe above her waist and bent forward and pressed her bum back against the man. He opened his robe and as her mouth opened in a gasp, it was almost like I was feeling him enter me when he entered her. It wasn't hard to remember the sensation as I'd been in almost that position less than 12 hours ago.

He gripped her hair, and she arched her back, but pushed back harder. Her tits were bouncing about, and my hand strayed to one of mine while the other moved lower to stroke my pussy. She was talking to her husband, and he looked up from their fucking to look over at me. The fact the pair, already fucking, were interested in watching me touch myself was exhilarating.

Then a look of horror crossed her face, and she bucked her husband off. Snatching her robe shut and rushing inside. He looked as confused as I was to what he'd done wrong until he looked over and up and his face told me he had an audience. He closed his robe, and only after that I realised, I'd only seen his cock for a moment, and I was jealous. He followed his wife inside and as he closed the windows, he gave me a sad smile and a wave.

Realising the show was over I moved inside, but as I crossed the threshold, the bubble burst and the old me reappeared. I snatched the curtain and almost broke it in my haste to close it. What was I doing? Twice in 10 hours I'd done things I'd never countenance normally. It was like I was overtaken by some alien presence or demonic possession. If only I believed in either, that might let me off the hook.

What was I thinking going outside nude? I don't think I've ever even gone out in public in a bikini. The word 'bikini' was something normal I could hold on to, and I remembered my usual routine. The hotel had a pool in the sub-basement and at this time of day it was empty. And there were very few things more relaxing than floating on your back in a pool without the noise and splashing of others.

Right now, I needed time to think, and the pool beckoned. I found my conservative black one-piece swimsuit and pulled it on. It was strapless and figure hugging, but low cut around the legs and pulled up to my armpits. Putting light shorts and a t-shirt over it, I headed out with my card key in hand.

Stepping out of the lift into the corridor I felt a little shiver of spookiness. I'd never actually seen anyone down here. The door to the pool area was heavy with a strong spring closure. Probably to ensure small kids couldn't just wander off if their parents were distracted.

Through the door was a modest gym area with the usual equipment. Something I'd first taken for a garden shed, was actually a sauna. Which I saw still had the out-of-order sign I'd seen 3 months ago. Beyond that a changing cubicle with a curtain that came down to my knee. I walked past these and put my clothes and key in a metal locker. It was locked with a coin, but I'd no valuables and there was nobody else nearby.

Swimming the length of the pool, I lay on my back and pushed off the end. Floating and counting the ceiling tiles to gauge my position in the pool. Not wanting to bump my head off the other end. I took the chance to enjoy that the only sound was a gentle lapping of the water against the side of the pool and felt myself calm down.

I really needed to work out why I'd done these things in the last 10 hours. So much of it seemed so far out of my comfort zone, although, I had to admit that zone had been miniscule. Centring myself I tried to break down the fundamental basics of what happened.

At the most basic level I'd had sex, great sex, and each orgasm was far better than I'd managed to give myself in the last few years. So that was good. Setting aside everything else, we were single and consenting adults. What we did in the privacy of the hotel room should only be between us. It wasn't like I did that sort of thing regularly. Once in 33 years wasn't exactly a bad habit.

But it was bad. Or was it? A new voice spoke up in my mind. I'd been indoctrinated by my grandmother and others in society to deny things that gave me a lot of pleasure. It wasn't dangerous like drugs or alcohol and my grandmother had no issues with the latter. It was rare to visit her house without noticing a glass of sherry within reach.

So, if I didn't do it again or let others find out what I'd done, I'd enjoyed something new and not ruined my reputation. Not that I had any sort of reputation in the first place. I could probably glide unnoticed through a party. The image of me as the 'boring' ninja popped into my head and I smiled at the ludicrous idea. Wearing Ninja black, with librarian glasses.

A new thought formed wondering if I'd meet the guy from last night again. Would I look for him next time I visited? It would probably be my last before returning to live here. That was a harder question. Ignoring the sex, which would be difficult. I wasn't sure if I should dislike him for his arrogance that I'd comply with whatever he wanted. Or was I attracted to his take charge attitude?

Cowgirl, cunnilingus, and doggy fashion were all new to me and he'd got me to do all three with no effort at all. If I'd not nearly panicked when he poked a fingertip up my bum, I might have stayed longer. Although realistically after three orgasms, I doubted I had anything else in the tank.

I think I needed a guy with about 50% of the arrogance of the stranger. Someone to take charge, but not to go too far. If last night was anything to go by, my stranger might have talked me into nearly anything.

A sound from the side of the room surprised me and I jumped and spluttered up from under the water to see the stranger. He was smiling and wearing snug yellow speedo trunks. He smiled at me and dove in, and of course it was elegant. But I already knew that he was extremely well coordinated from last night.

He swam past me underwater and appeared behind me. I turned, treading water, and felt bashful.

"I'm glad I came across you again. I wanted to apologise for last night." He said.

"For what?"

"For whatever I did that made you rush off."

I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He nodded then gestured with his head towards the shallow end. We swam, and I tried to think about what to say. He stood up and hauled himself up to sit on the edge of the pool. Smiling down on me.

"It was your first time, wasn't it? I don't mean sex, but..." I nearly blurted out that pretty much all the sex was new to me. But that would have been embarrassing at my age. "The casual thing?"

I nodded and found my eyes drifted to his crotch without thinking. The wet material seemed to cling to him, and I remembered what his cock looked like the first time I'd seen it.

"I know you enjoyed it." He continued. "So, what made you run off? It was the finger up your bum, wasn't it? I knew it was a stupid idea as I did it. I got cocky, sorry."

"It did kinda scare me. I wasn't sure if you were coming back from the bathroom to try that." I managed to say and to my surprise he chuckled.

"Much as I'd like to claim I could go all night; I was pretty much done last night. I needed at least a nap to recuperate. Of course, now after a good night's sleep..."

I looked up. Was he suggesting what I thought? As if reading my mind he replied.

"You've been staring at it for at least a minute. I figure you at least want to see it again."

I bit my lower lip and shook my head but noticed a movement inside the trunks. Like a snake moving and the movement seemed to hypnotise me. He made a gesture for me to come closer and robotically I stepped forward until I stood with his knees touching my upper arms.

"I've never met anyone quite so submissive. Reach out and touch it." He ordered me.

I wanted to ask him 'who did he think he was,' but my hands disobeyed my orders and reached for his trunks. Only instead of simply touching it, I found the draw string and undid it, then reached inside to free his mostly hard cock. He grinned at me.

A little of my normal self, managed to surface, and I looked over at the door from the pool, cringing at how public this was. Anyone could walk in on us. But when I looked back, my hand wrapped around his wand, and I felt the magic pulse again. Something that overrode my usual cautious side. Amping up my libido to the exclusion of nearly anything else.

As if to prove a point I moved in and placed it in my mouth. Then looking up into his eyes as my mouth sank lower. He groaned, and it was like a bolt of lightning shot though my body, at the thrill I could do this and take control. It made me feel powerful and scared at the same time. He reached forward and ran his hands over my breasts before hooking his thumbs inside my swimsuit and pulled it down to expose my breasts to the room.

It wasn't the pool water that made my pussy so wet. The risk of getting caught was like pouring neat alcohol into me. Making me drunk on the feeling. It tore up my inhibitions, and that was frightening, and at the same time a supernatural lifeline to escape my buttoned-down world.

After decades of saying no to most things, even when I wanted to say yes to my former lovers, I couldn't. With this stranger that inclination didn't exist. Why else would I allow him to expose me like this and grope my tits when anyone could walk in and see me?

Then as if even thinking about it caused it, I heard the heavy door out to the main corridor open. He smoothly slipped off the side of the pool and took my hand and pulled me deeper into the pool. We'd just got deep enough to hide my exposed breasts when a hotel maid pushing a trolley appeared. She seemed surprised to see us but nodded and said good morning.

She put a stack of towels on a shelf and turned to go. I said, : My heart is racing." Which of course meant he promptly reached over to check. Making the most of it by groping my still exposed breasts. He turned me to face the door and stood close behind me. His still exposed cock pressed into my lower back, and my hand slipped between us to grasp it. Like it was my anchor to sanity.

His hands moved to cup my breasts from behind. Cupping them from underneath but allowing his thumbs to brush over my areola and nipples. Then using my breasts has hand holds, he lifted my buoyant torso until I was exposed. My hand automatically started to wank his cock behind my back. While my breasts were underwater, if the woman came back, she'd know we were up to something. We were too close and the movement of my arm and shoulder was a red flag. However lifted out of the pool like this, I was on display for everyone.

"I think you like this. I think you like the idea of being exposed. The risk of being caught."

I started to shake my head no but stopped from the balcony memory less than 30 minutes ago. Somehow, he'd precisely laid his finger on something I'd not managed time to think about or rationalise. I'd not thought of an excuse why I'd done that. But it was so fresh that I couldn't deny the thrill I had being the centre of attention.

Grasping at straws I jumped on that idea. It could explain some of why I'd stood naked on the balcony with people watching. But I couldn't remember ever wanting to be a pop star, a TV or movie star. So that didn't hold water. Especially as I remembered the aberrant thought from last night in the bar. I was struggling with the idea of going with him when a graphic image popped up of him bending me over the table. Pulling up my skirt and taking me from behind with the rest of the patrons watching.

The centre of attention excuse would only seem to apply if it included sexual content. It was hard to get my head around, and the stranger massaging my breasts wasn't making it easier. He was gently moving me back towards the shallow end and my breasts again emerged from the water.

I had the fresh memory of watching the couple earlier. His hands on her breasts and I'd wished it was me. Now it was happening, and I was vulnerable to be seen like this. I was torn between pulling away and covering up or thrusting my breasts out to be seen more clearly.

At the bottom of the ladder, he said 'up,' and I climbed out, turned to see him, and reached to pull up my swimming costume.

"Don't bother." He said and emerged from the water.

At some point he'd slipped off his yellow trunks and held them crunched up in one hand. I saw the cock that had given me such pleasure last night and all the firsts I'd done. A new first occurred to me, I'd sucked cock, but never to completion. I wanted to do that so badly. But before I could do anything, he grasped my costume and had it down to my ankles.

I didn't even hesitate to step out of it, and he picked it up. Then tossed both items of clothing across the room to splat wetly against the far wall thirty feet away. My instant reaction was to rush over and get it back, but he put his hand on my arm. Not a grip, just a touch and I stopped, he was smiling at me as I looked questioningly.

Jesus, did this guy have a patent on hypnotic dentistry? All it took was a smile to overcome my fear of being naked in public. It was a stupid idea, but I was struggling to understand what I was doing.

"I can tell some part of this excites you." He said and flicked a thumb over an extremely hard nipple.

I jumped back and stumbled, but he reached out to steady me. There was an open shower next to the entrance. Supposed to be used to rinse off before and after using the pool. He reached past me and turned the shower on, then quickly leant in and kissed me.

He misjudged it and the jolt of discomfort gave me a moment to think clearly. If someone opened the outer door, we'd hear it, and it was more than thirty feet across slippery tiled floors to get my suit. It would be very unlikely to make it there and put it on without being seen.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw the shelf with fresh towels only eight feet away. In a few paces I could snatch one up and at least cover my front in a moment. At the cost of definitely being seen. But I figured a naked woman could get away with a lot more than a naked man with an erection. I could do that, grab my clothes and dive into the changing cubicle to dress.

The stranger turned me towards the shower and guided my hands to the tiles on either side of the shower pipes. The moment he gripped my hips, and I felt his cock press down between my buttocks. I knew where this was going and remembered the woman on the balcony earlier. Sliding my hands lower on the wall, I bent further to make it easier for him.

And he took full advantage as he pressed all the way into me. No hesitation to ensure I was ready. He pushed into me assuming I was ready, and I loved that. Not that I wasn't, hell, after last night my juices seemed to be on a hair trigger. And for that I was grateful as it gave me the amazing sensation of this perfect cock inside me.

I remember a Greek legend that Humans were originally born with four arms and legs, along with two faces on our head. For some reason we pissed off Zeus, and he split us in half to force us to spend our lives seeking out our missing half. I'm not saying my stranger was my missing half. If anything, he was just the transportation system for the only thing I cared about right now, with it being buried in my pussy.

He was going slow and pressing all the way in, before pulling out so that the edge of his glans was barely inside me. While it felt wonderful, I had a ticking timer in my head. Not with any numbers on it, only that every second passing increased the risk of getting caught. And I really needed to cum again. Last night's three orgasms reminded me how much better they were when they came from someone else.

"Oh crap." He said and stopped.

I looked around at him and noticed for the first time how much of his weight he was putting on my hips as he stood behind me. Our height difference meant he had to crouch, and it reminded me of a ballet dancing frog from his bent knees.

"This is not good for my knees." He pulled out, and I nearly squealed at the loss. Feeling so empty so quickly.

He stepped away and grabbed a towel to pat us down then walked into the gym. Expecting me to follow and I did. He, like a guy, picked up the remote on a cord to the large TV on the wall and read something from the back, press buttons. It came on showing half of the screen with a grey image of a pool, and it took a moment to realise it was ours. Then the other half lit up to show the gym with us standing there naked.

On reflex, I wrapped my arm over my chest and covered my pussy with the other. Then I looked up to the corner of the room to see the camera. He lay down on an inclined weight bench.

"Your turn to do the work."

I didn't even pause but moved to throw my leg over him.

"Other way around." He told me, and I'd watched enough porn to know what reverse cowgirl was.

Throwing my leg over him I lined him up and pressed the tip to my opening. Then stared at myself on the TV. The angle wasn't great, too high, and off to one side. But you could see his cock and my pussy as I sank down on to it. Anyone watching would be in no doubt that it was deep inside me.

Was somebody watching? I stiffened, then started to rise. Intending to climb off and call things off. However, in the space of six inches of slippery man meat I changed my mind. If anyone was watching, it was too late to do anything about it now.

And in reality, there was likely someone sitting at a security desk monitoring the camera. A hotel like this would have hundreds, so it was more likely they would cycle through a pattern. Some places are watched more often than others. Depending on how busy they were at the time. So, I decided to finish what I started and fucked him properly. This decision lined up perfectly with my need for an orgasm.

After a noticeably brief time I realised I'd been phoning in my efforts in the gym for my leg exercises. I might have put more effort in if I'd known this was what I was training for. I leant forward and rested my hands on his thighs to help support my weight and balance.

It would hardly come as a surprise that I'd never seen myself on camera like this before. I'd never let a guy even take a picture of me less than fully dressed. But I could see the appeal of your own sex tapes. Provided you kept them safe. I nearly laughed aloud at the thought of writing to the hotel to request a copy of this tape.

This was the fourth new thing in less than 12 hours and while it was nice, it certainly came in last. At least regular cowgirl you got to see your lover's face, and he got to play with your tits or pussy. Here I felt awkward throwing my bum in his face.

So, it wasn't long before I gave up and turned around. Making the most of the weight bar to hold on to, to aid my balance. My stranger didn't seem to care now I wasn't watching us fucking on the TV. I was trying to concentrate on the sex, to get to the orgasm I needed, but couldn't stop myself from checking the wall clock from time to time.

"How about we find a bit more privacy?" He said.

If I had a tail, I'd have wagged it, as I jumped off him. He grabbed two towels and led me into the sauna 'shed.' Hanging the small towel over the window. It slipped to reveal about 1/3rd of the glass, but that was as good as it was likely to get.

He folded the other towel into a pad and set it on the lowest bench. It was the perfect height to fuck me from behind again is I knelt on it and rested my elbows on the next bench up. Without the worry of slipping under the shower, he went back to the powerful thrusting I remembered and loved from last night.

"Move your elbows out and lower yourself." He said, and I realised what he wanted moments later as my nipples brushed over the slatted bench.

His pounding caused my breasts to swing, and my nipples bounced off the edges of the slats. It was a little uncomfortable, and I gripped the slats to reduce the movement. And it was what he wanted as he went into overdrive pounding me harder than ever. I felt the familiar tingle of my orgasm coming. Like seeing the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. It would get here when it got here.

Then he grunted, and I felt him pumping cum deep into me. I gasped and blinked, and saw the oncoming vehicle was already here. I climaxed hard and gasped for breath.

A sound from outside caused us both to freeze, hardly daring to breathe as the heavy outer door opened and we heard the voices of two young men talking. I saw them momentarily as they passed the window. Both were late teens or early twenties. I heard one cry out followed by a splash from the pool.

"What do we do?" I whispered as he slipped from me.

"I'll take this towel and grab our clothes. Hopefully, they won't think twice about where we were."

The towel generously covered him from waist to knees with cloth to spare, and he stepped outside. As he did, the towel over the window fell and I rushed over to pick it up and closed the door. This towel was little more than a face towel. If I put it around my waist, it wouldn't cover both my pussy and my tits at the same time. I'd just have to wait for my stranger.

I scrambled into the corner next to the door on the third bench. Making it hardest to see me if you casually looked in and waited. A minute passed and then two. I strained my hearing; in case he was talking to the others. But I heard nothing.

After another minute of indecision, I peeked through the window and opened the door a crack. I could hear faint talking from the pool area but not the stranger's voice. Opening the door further I nearly swore aloud. My locker stood open and empty of everything but my key card. And to top that off the shelf next to it where the maid left the towels was empty.

The fucker had taken both and left me here. With a towel barely large enough to blow my nose on. OK, that was an exaggeration. It was about 12 by 18 inches.

Instead of panicking I became surprisingly calm. What were my options? Option one, hold the towel in front of me and hope it hid enough to let me run to my room without being seen. Even if I took the stairs, they were at the other end of the corridor to my room. Anyone on the floor would at the very least get a chance to ogle my bum.

Option two, steal the boys clothing. But a glance out of the sauna again revealed all the lockers were open and nothing was inside. Fuck.

Of course, there was a third option. I was sure my stranger wouldn't have walked around the pool to get our suits. How would he explain why he had a man and woman's suit there? Could I make it around the pool without being seen? I looked out at the TV and saw both young men at the far end of the pool, hanging on to the edge of the pool and talking. With their back to my end of the pool.

If I were quick, I could do it. With a hell of a lot of luck. And luck was not my thing it seemed.

Holding the towel over my breasts with one arm, my other hand held it over my pussy. Looking down I saw that my breasts hung out the sides, and I'd have to be careful to manage to keep my nipples covered. Holding it as low on my breasts as I dared barely gave me enough material to cover my cum filled pussy.

Stepping from the sauna I readied myself to run around the pool, grab the suit and run back. Only to remember an accident when I was a kid. When I split my knee open running around a slippery pool. Plus, if I ran, they might hear my slapping feet or sense movement. Moving slowly might be better.

It wasn't. As I discovered I'd waited too long procrastinating. The two young men were facing me and about 1/3rd of the way down the pool. My brain fritzed out, but my body kept enough control to stop me falling flat on my face.

In the space of time for a single step, a part of my mind overrode my need to flee, by pointing out they had already seen me. If I turned to go, I'd flash them my bum fully with nothing to show for it. Plus, where would I go?

Hide out in the sauna, wedging the door shut, until I could attract a friendly woman's attention. On the off chance she'd help and not report me. Far better to brazen it out.

Hell, I'd already been far more exposed on the balcony earlier. Admittedly, that was a more mutual exposure. And it had happened by chance. The one silver lining my mind grasped for was their age and they were alone. If it was a family, I was sure I'd get reported, or even older people. Boys their age would welcome seeing a semi naked woman. For whatever reason.

I was sure they'd tell their friends, but I doubted if they'd have believed them. But I couldn't see them reporting me to the hotel or authorities. Pretend to be confident and it would soon be over.

"Sorry about this." I called out to them. Walking far more calmly than I felt around the pool. "I was swimming here earlier, all by myself. And it was so peaceful and relaxing. I wondered what it would be like to swim au naturel."

I made a gesture with my lower hand and hoped I'd not just flashed them.

"I hope you don't mind?"

"Of course not." The darker-haired of the pair replied with a huge grin on his face.

The other was obviously his brother and a little younger. He was looking astonished and knew he shouldn't be ogling me and kept looking away for a moment before looking at me again. I named him Shy and his brother Bold.

As I reached the suits, I saw my black one and his yellow one and realised I had a problem. I needed both hands to hold the towel, so how do I get the suit? Which body part was I prepared to flash them? I imagined asking the boys for their help, but dismissed the idea as I knew Bold would eagerly volunteer for a closer ogle.

Shifting the arm over my breasts, I tried to twist it to trap the towel over my breasts and free my hand to press it over my stomach. I bent and picked up both suits. If I left my strangers' suit, they might see it and ask questions I had no ready answer to. I nearly jumped as I saw the pair only yards away near the edge of the pool. Both staring up at me with awe on their faces.

With them looking up at me I felt like a stripper on stage. Seeing lust and desire on their faces caused me to blush and a jolt of excitement shot towards my pussy. Of course, the stripper analogy was more correct than I realised. When I looked down, I realised my one-armed covering was doomed to fail. One breast was entirely on display.

The old me would have been mortified, but the new me just accepted that I couldn't do anything about it now. Strangely by accepting that, I found myself basking in the feeling of being desired. It was a new feeling and seemed to supercharge both my ego and libido. At 33 I wasn't passed it, but these young men would be used to hard body nubile 18-year-olds.

Although, I got a feeling that Shy may not have seen a naked girl in the flesh before. I blame that for what I did next.

"You don't mind if I dress here, do you? The longer I wait, the bigger the chance someone else sees me like this."

Shy swallowed hard and nodded. Obviously not wanting to speak in case it broke the spell.

I dropped the towel and felt light-headed at the rush of being naked in front of strangers again. This time without more than one hundred feet between me and them. And this time I was the centre of attention. It was a heady rush, and I wish I'd discovered it years ago.

Despite my outward calm, my hands were trembling as I stepped into the suit. It was wet, cold, and clammy. As I pulled the suit up my legs. I saw both young men staring at my pussy, and I wondered if either could tell I'd been fucked hard less than 10 minutes ago. When my tits were hidden, you could feel the disappointment in the room. And some of that came from me.

Wishing the boys a good day, I turned and walked away. Aware I was thrusting my chest out and swinging my hips. They called out how nice it was to see me, and they were sorry to see me go. The smile on my face was so wide my muscles ached.

As I entered the gym area with my key card in hand, my heart was racing, and I couldn't believe I'd done that.

I was sure that would be the main theme of my fantasy life for the near future. Placing my hand on the outside door, I paused. Walking around the hotel in a swimsuit would be unusual, but not unacceptable. However, people might question why I was dry, but my suit was wet.

Hopefully, I'd be back in my room before anyone put two and two together. I hauled the door open and swore as I saw the towels and my clothes piled neatly next to the door. Bastard! He'd done that to freak me out. I grabbed them and stepped into the stairwell opposite the door.

It was silent and gave the slightly haunted impression of never being used. I was about to climb the stairs when I realised, I could deal with the wet swimsuit issue now I had my clothes. Glancing back through the small window in the fire door, I slipped off the suit and pulled on my shorts and t-shirt. Then raced up to my floor.

As I appeared from the stairwell, an elderly man was closing his door opposite and jumped as he saw me. I smiled and said good morning, before I saw where he was looking. Glancing down I realised my t-shirt was old and thin. Add to that my body was damp from the swimsuit, while it wasn't a wet-shirt competition look, it was close. And my nipples current default position seemed to be hard and aching for attention.

I looked back at him, and he realised he'd been caught. But I smiled wider and strutted off. Knowing he'd be looking at my ass. By the time I reached my room my imagination was running wild. I imagined walking down this corridor, only both walls were lined with dozens of people clapping and cheering me as I walked past naked. I was smiling, waving, and blowing kisses. As I opened my door, I couldn't believe I was coming up with ideas like that now.

Inside my room, I tossed my wet suit into the bath and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I saw myself but I nearly didn't recognise me from just the day before. I felt taller and stood straighter. Gone was the slightly hunched pose like I was trying to go through life unnoticed. OK, it was subtle, but I noticed it more from my shoulders back confident pose now.

I showered and washed my rather tender pussy to extract my stranger's third load of cum in 12 hours. I still struggled to believe what I'd done, and as soon as I was done, I sat down with my laptop and wrote about everything I'd done.

It wasn't a diary or Penthouse forums confession. Or whatever the modern equivalent was. But I'd joined an online creative writing course during my secondment. Something to give me more interaction with other people, instead of sitting alone with my cat.

We had weekly Zoom meetings, and our tutor would teach us stuff and give us topics to write a piece about. One story was supposed to be erotic or romantic and I'd baulked at it. Saying it was too personal. But he said a writer needed to express their very soul through their writing, and I'd never amount to anything as a writer if I held things back.

I was certain when he read what I'd written he would have to tick off that assignment for me. And it was so alien to my nature, he couldn't think it was me as the main character. Could he? My stomach gurgled, and I knew I needed to eat. Who knew fucking strangers was so tiring? I grinned at that thought as I dressed.

Not that it took long. No panties and I'd left my bra in the strangers' room last night. I avoided looking at myself in a mirror before leaving my room in my business attire from the previous day. However yesterday I had a bra on under the cream satin blouse.

As I stepped into the breakfast room, I knew it was a mistake. By the time I got to my table I was sure that nearly every man had ogled my chest as I walked across the room. A young waiter dashed past a waitress as she started towards me. He took my order for coffee and a full breakfast and impressed me by looking me in the eye the entire time.

As he walked away. I looked down knowing what I'd see and wondered if my stranger had done something to me that had broken the switch, so I was turned on constantly. My nipples were clearly visible through the material, even the bumps of my areola were visible. When the waiter returned with my coffee, I thanked him and looked aside. Letting him ogle me for a moment. And I wanted to laugh at the power I now seemed to have over men by showing myself off.

It would have been pathetic, except for the rush I got from it.

When the food arrived, I was sure I'd not manage half of it, but I nearly cleared my plate to the glaze. I left the breakfast room by a longer route than necessary. It was only seconds longer, but seconds counted when I was revelling in the attention I got. It was almost an anticlimax returning to my room to pack.

Not that there was a lot of packing. My swimsuit went into a Ziplock back, and that left my toothbrush and the laptop. As I picked it up, I had second thoughts about what I'd written. The tutor hadn't shown what we'd written to the other students, except brief snippets as examples for something he was teaching.

But had said that he'd publish all our writing at the end of the course so we could read what everyone else had written. As the others didn't know me, would they think it was about me? And technically it wasn't creative writing if I only wrote what happened. I'd need to review what I'd written to ensure it sounded made up, or...

Taking the laptop, I opened the document and scrolled down to the part where I paused at the door. With the realisation of the wet swimsuit while I was dry seemed odd. Then deleted from that point until I saw the old man on my floor. Biting my lower lip, I started to write, and suddenly the words came easily.

In the revised version, I returned to the pool area and saw the two young men standing in the shallow water talking animatedly about me. That wasn't a surprise. I was sure they'd tell anyone who'd listen what happened, and most wouldn't believe them. It was as my uncle would say a 'free beer' story. Tell an outrageous story and claim it was real, would earn free beer from the listeners, regardless.

"Sorry, guys. I realised it looked odd with my suit wet and me dry. So, I was just going to step under the shower for a moment." I turned it on when Bold called out.

"Wait!" He said and scrambled from the pool. Moving to stand close to me. "If you step under the water your suit will soak up the water and you'll be dripping all the way to your room. Let me and my brother get you 'wet'."

The innuendo was thinly veiled, and he gestured urgently to his brother. Shy scrambled from the water to reveal a broader physique and a little taller than expected. Bold reached towards the top of my suit but hesitated. Not quite so bold as I'd thought. I looked at his brother and I was certain he was a virgin.

I felt a strange surge of affection for him, which was obviously out of place, but I looked back to Bold and gave him the slightest of nods. That was all it took. He pulled my suit down to my waist exposing my breasts yet again. But it seemed the novelty hadn't worn off with the pair.

"Help me get it all the way off." He told his brother, and both squatted and in seconds I was once again stepping out of my suit.

Bold left his hand on my thigh.

"Feel how soft and smooth her skin is?" He said and Shy reached out and I nodded.

I wondered if he ever spoke and shivered as his brother got bolder and cupped my bum. Not to be outdone by his brother Shy mirrored the move. Seeing no objections, Bold stood and cupped a breast, then kissed me.

I'd not intended for it to go this far. But as Shy tentatively touched my other breast, any resistance fluttered away. As the brothers switched who was kissing me, Bold dropped his hand and ran his fingertips through my pubes. I pushed his hand away, but he pulled my hand and placed it on his erection in his swim shorts.

I knew at that point I was fucked. Or I was going to be, and I'd be beside myself in frustration if I didn't feel them inside me.

"Wait!" I stopped the pair and nearly laughed at their panicked expression. "Not here. We might get caught."

Moments later we were inside the sauna again and Bold whipped off his shorts and I had to admit his erection was impressive. A little on the thin side, but long. I looked at the larger brother in anticipation.

"I don't want to get my dick out in front of you." He said to his brother.

"Jesus Bro, don't fuck this up." Bold muttered under his breath. Which was pointless with me standing there.

I gave Shy a smile to project confidence and felt a dissonance between motherly reassurance and horny lover. Reaching out, I untied his shorts and tugged them down.

"Fuck me!" Bold said, stealing the words and the instruction from me.

It was shorter than his brother, but not by much but it was so much thicker. My hand shot out and wrapped my fingers around it. They hardly managed more than halfway around. Not wanting to release him, I gestured for him to sit on the second bench up, so I could kneel in front of him.

"First time?" I asked, struggling to tear my eyes from it. He nodded, and I wanted to ensure he had a memorable first time.

As if having a threesome with his brother wasn't going to be memorable enough.

My lips and tongue explored his member before I struggled to take him into my mouth. I'd not forgotten about Bold, but I figured he'd work out what to do, and in moments I felt his fingers and then his cock probing my entrance. Unlike my stranger, he was gentler as he didn't want to do something that would cause me to stop. But I doubt if I could, even if I wanted to.

While this position was new, I was experienced with sex and with blow jobs, but never both at the same time. The timing was hard, sometimes Bold was pressing in as Shy pulled back. The two different timings excited and frustrated me. I yearned for yet another orgasm despite having more action in hours, than I'd ever had over the course of a month before.

After only a few minutes, Shy stopped me and warned he'd blow if I didn't stop. I'd never let a guy cum in my mouth before, but I was willing to add it to my rapidly expanding pool of experiences. However, I knew if he popped too soon it would be over, and his brother would tease him.

"What about you?" I asked the guy fucking me from behind. "Want a quick breather to calm down?"

"Sure." He replied, and I gasped as he pulled out.

I sat, and both brothers sat on either side of me. They both had shit-eating grins on their faces that I suspected would last for days. But I was hardly one to talk. It felt like I was floating on air and my new source of food and drink was from orgasms. In less than a minute both boys were playing with my tits, and Bold was offering advice to his brother to learn how to finger me.

It wasn't awful, considering it was his first time, but it wasn't the same as the real thing.

"Round two?" I asked and suddenly I was being manhandled back into position.

Only this time I had Bold in front of me. I wrapped my hand around the base to ensure he didn't try to drill it through the back of my head. But if I'm honest, I was more worried about Shy probing me from behind. If I'd not already had sex with two guys this morning and one had left a sizable deposit inside me. I'm not sure I could have managed as he stretched me more than any other lover.

Between that and the cock in my mouth, it more than made up for their combined inexperience. My orgasm was rapidly approaching, and I remembered the mental image from the bar last night. Only instead of my stranger fucking me from behind. It was him and my new two lovers. And I was naked and servicing all three in a room full of people.

I climaxed and Shy guy said he was about to cum.

"Don't cum inside me!" I pushed myself off the pair. "Cum in my mouth or on my tits." I've no idea why I said that, but both boys said 'tits' and I sat while they both wanked furiously.

I'd never seen a guy do that before and I was fascinated and only jumped a little as both shot off within seconds of each other. There was a lot of cum and not just over my tits, but up to my neck as well. I burst out laughing at the mess and Bold told his brother to find something to clean me up.

"God! I wish I had my camera." He said.

"And what makes you think I'd let you take photos of me like this?" I replied, but kinda liked the idea. Provided it didn't show my face.

"I couldn't find a towel, so I went looking and found these outside the door." Shy said, holding up my shorts and t-shirt.

"Oh, thank god." I snatched them from the boys. "You'd better get dressed and get out of here."

Both boys realised they were naked in front of each other and snatched up their shorts and ran back to the pool. I heard a splash as I pulled on my shorts. It was only after I pulled on my t-shirt, I remembered I should have wiped the cum off first. But I'd been pushing my luck for too long being naked.

I was exhausted. Having sex with three men in less than an hour was something for a younger and fitter woman. Running up the stairs to my floor...

I sat back from my laptop and smiled. Technically it was now creative writing and was sufficiently unbelievable that I knew nobody would think it was real. Reading through to the end of the story, I again added having the old man see me returning to my room.

I was about to save the story when a nasty finale popped into my head. In the story when I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I altered it to have me see cum on my chin and the old man had seen that. Laughing I saved my most creative writing effort ever, and shut down the laptop. I realised I needed to get a move on to catch the courtesy bus to the airport.

On the nearly empty bus to the airport, I basked in the warmth from the sun and the feeling that my life may have turned a corner. The timid me was gone, or at least I knew it wasn't my only choice. I just had to avoid falling back into the old routine. But I had the motivation of a newfound hunger for frequent and soul warping orgasms.

If I was in the last six months of my secondment, I knew a couple of men in my apartment building who had shown an interest. If I made it clear, I wasn't looking for a relationship, and it was just about sex. I was sure my remaining months away would be quite satisfying. And there were a lot of things I'd seen in porn I wanted to try.

The End

[I hope you enjoyed the story and take a moment to vote and comment.

When I write a story like this, it's difficult to balance the hesitance and reluctance in the main character. Getting the correct transition to doing something outrageous and loving it. ]