She looked back at Edward. His eyes continued urging her on. She knew her husband. Further protestations would be futile. She felt herself relenting to his demand.
She swallowed hard, and nervously turned the lock on the door. She stood next to the door, with one hand on the door handle. “What the hell,” she thought, a strange, eerie naughtiness taking over her thinking. “This sort of thing must happen here all the time,” she reasoned.
Edward nervously but excitedly watched as his wife opened the hotel room door naked, but for her stockings and heels.
When Susan opened the room door she thought the elderly maintenance man was going to have a heart attack. Seeing her completely exposed before him, the man’s eyes opened wide, his eyes running up and down her body without control.
“Ummm, yes…ahh, Madam. I am here to look at your…lock?” the man said in his heavy French accent. He appeared to be 50-ish.
“Come in,” Susan said, her voice shaking.
She stood aside still holding the door open while the man walked into the room carrying his tool kit. She shut the door behind him. Feeling self-conscious being so naked in front of a stranger, she turned around and nervously pointed to the patio door, while covering her breasts with her other arm, and trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
The man again looked her up and down, his eyes scanning her body. She took a deep breath. “This is it, the point of no return,” she thought.
To her surprise, the man’s intent stare gave her a thrill. It seemed so wrong to open the door naked for a stranger and invite him into her room. Yet, to her surprise she felt her body reacting involuntarily.
Strangely, she felt herself blushing, and her heart fluttering erratically being so close and so openly exposed to this hotel maintenance man, who kept staring at her. Susan dropped her arm to rest on the side of her hip, foregoing any further attempts at modesty. She fidgeted on her heels as she nervously accepted the man open ogling of every inch of her body.
Watching surreptitiously from the partially closed bathroom door, Edward’s heart was beating out of his chest as he heard his wife call out, “Over here!”
He watched as if hypnotized when his wife motioned the maintenance man over to the patio door, her French speaking skills obviously lacking, her face turning a deeper shade of crimson. No doubt feeling somewhat emboldened, Susan made brief eye contact with him and seeing a mischievous twinkle in his wife’s eyes, he watched as his wife nervously passed in front of the man and walked towards the patio door, her tits jiggling with each step and her ass pronounced from wearing high heels.
Edward could see the man’s eyes following her the entire time. Once again he felt a thrill at the man’s obvious gaze to, and appreciation of, his wife’s body.
Susan didn’t know why or what possessed her at the moment. But she knew her husband had pushed her into this, and in a strange way, she was actually beginning to enjoy it. The knowledge that she had just crossed another threshold gave her pause, but there was no doubt that allowing herself to continue this audacious act made her pussy quiver with anticipation.
Perhaps it was her brazen behavior on the beach earlier. Once again, she felt her naughty vixen side come out again, and she decided to tease the poor old man. She repeated again to herself, “You want a naughty wife? I’ll show you a naughty wife!”
Edward could not believe what he saw next. Abandoning any lady-like movement, Susan planted her high-heeled feet on the floor a good two feet apart and slowly bent over at the waist, making sure she kept her legs perfectly straight while turning her ass and pushing her butt back toward the man.
Bent over like that, Susan knew she was giving the man a clear view of her most intimate of areas, if he was still interested in looking. And with her legs spread that far apart, she knew he would no doubt see her pussy lips open and engorged.