A whoosh of cold air washed over me as the front door automatically opened as I entered the small lobby, dragging my suitcase up to the front desk to check-in. I handed my ID and credit card to the clerk and in return I got the key to my room.
I had stayed in this hotel several times, so I knew the elevators were right around the corner to the right of the lobby. With key in hand, my suitcase wheels clacked along the tile floor as I walked to the elevator. There was nobody else waiting to go up, so the ride to the ninth floor was quick. In less than ten minutes since arriving, I found myself standing in front of the door to room 918.
Touching the keycard to the card reader, the status light turned green, and the lock clicked open. The door opened into a small sitting area holding a couch, desk and a flat screen TV sitting on a credenza. The separate bedroom was connected through a double wide opening and furnished with a king-sized bed. Another TV hung on the wall, and there was a free standing closest near the foot of the bed. Right off the bedroom was a sink/vanity area with a large, lighted mirror and another door leading to the toilet and glass enclosed shower. The walls were adorned with a few nondescript paintings and a full-length mirror in the bedroom. It was nothing fancy, just your typical mid-tier hotel room, and my home for the week.
My first meeting was at 10:00 a.m., so I set my alarm for 8:00 a.m. I followed my normal morning routine: stretch, shave, brush my teeth and hop into the shower. As I was stripping down for my shower, I looked at myself in the mirror. I thought that I had aged well for my fifty-three years. I certainly do not have the face of a movie star, but I had not lacked for dates in my younger days, and I still catch the occasional second glance coming my way. The years had added a few lines and a couple of age spots, but it was still mostly a mid-forties-looking face. Brown hair and brown eyes did not really distinguish me one way or the other. The five pounds that I had gained since college were evenly spread over my six-foot frame. At 180 pounds, I had fairly broad shoulders, but was slimmer through the waist and hips. I’d never had six-pack abs but turning sideways showed that I still had a flat stomach. As is probably true for most guys, I did wish that I were a little better endowed. I was average sized, a bit under six inches hard with proportional girth, so a little bigger would have been nice, but what I had still worked.
It was around 8:30 when I stepped out of the shower. I was drying off my hair when I heard a knock at the door. Since I was not expecting anyone, I figured it was housekeeping, so I yelled that I was still in the room.
Obviously, she did not hear me, because when I came out of the bathroom with nothing on except for the bath towel draped over my shoulders, there she was. I froze, with a surprised look on my face. She yelped and stepped backwards, profusely apologizing, but one thing I noticed is she never looked away from my naked body. Indeed, she was taking full advantage of the situation; I saw her eyes glide up and down my entire body, as though they were scanning an image of me to burn into her brain.
I don’t know how other guys would have reacted but being caught naked does not bother me. In fact, I enjoy it if a random woman takes notice of me clothed or in the buff. Thanks to that exhibitionist streak, I just stood there in all my glory, letting her eyes roam. I was glad, though, that I had just gotten out of a hot shower. Everything was hanging loose and full – no shrinkage like a guy gets when it is cold outside. I did not want her first impression of me to be “where is it?”
I stood there looking at her. She stood there looking at me for several ticks of the clock. I believe her shock finally wore off and she started moving to the door repeatedly saying with a light Spanish accent, “I’m sorry, I am so sorry. I did not know anybody was in the room. I’m sorry.”
I quickly stepped in front of her and stopped her before she got out the door. Looking at her hotel name tag, I smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it, Sofia. It was an honest mistake, and I am not the bashful type, so it is no big deal. It will just be our secret, so nobody else will ever know.”
She instantly looked relieved and replied, “Thank you.” She gave me a shy smile, one more quick up-and-down glance, and then started for the door again. I stopped her again by saying, “I don’t want to mess up your schedule, so you can finish the room while I get dressed. I will be out of your way in a few minutes.”
She stopped and gave me a quizzical look before replying, “You don’t mind me here while you get dressed?”
With a shameless smile I responded, “Not a bit.”
I could almost see the devil on one shoulder and the angel on her other arguing back and forth: “Stay and look… No go… No stay…” Her eyes swept over my body before briefly lingering on my still-flaccid cock. Breaking her stare, she started to take a step towards the door but stopped. She inhaled deeply as she gave me a last lustful up-and-down look. Then she let out a long sigh as she replied, “I might get in trouble if I stay, so I had better wait in the hall until you finish dressing.”
I responded, “I don’t want to cause any trouble for you, so let me grab a couple of things, and I will get dressed in the bathroom.”
She sounded regretful as she replied, “That will be better for me, just in case.”
Her voice said one thing, but her eyes said something different. They trailed me as I got my underwear out of the suitcase, pulled a shirt, and pants off the hanger, and then headed into the bathroom. I smiled as I passed her, but she did not notice as the swinging motion of my cock was holding her gaze. I took a quick look in the bathroom mirror and was pleased to see that her eyes still followed me. Once she saw mine in the mirror, though, she quickly looked away. It was too late; she knew she had been busted. A rosy blush began flooding her face.
When I emerged from the bathroom, she took a casual glance and then resumed her task of making the bed. She was bent over at the foot of the bed, smoothing out the covers. Seeing her bent over at the waist like that, her dress pulled tight over the curve of her ass, was very enticing; it gave me a flash fantasy of taking her from behind. It was too tempting not to take some advantage of her position, so I used the small space between her and the standing closet as an excuse to lightly graze my groin along her butt as I passed, saying, “Excuse me, I need to get my wallet and phone.” There was no reaction, but I knew she had to be aware of my touch. I grabbed my things, slipped them in my pockets and turned to make my way back.
She had shifted a bit to the left, still bent over, smoothing out another section of the bed cover as I approached. Touching her lower back again to signal that I was passing behind her, she remained bent over but had stopped her actions and was now leaning on her hands. I pressed a little harder against her butt this time as I pretended to squeeze by. My movement behind her had been brief, but had her body pushed back against me? I was not sure, but she had made no attempt to evade my touch either time, which gave me something to wonder about later that evening.
Opening the door to leave, I looked back to see that she was now sitting on the bed with a flustered look on her face, waving her hand at herself as if that were going to cool her off. I didn’t know exactly what she was feeling, but it appeared that she might have liked what she saw — and felt. That gave me an idea. As I was pulling the door shut behind me, I turned and said, “Hope you have a great day, Sofia. Maybe I will see you tomorrow at the same time.” She said something, but the door clicked shut behind me, cutting off her reply.
As the elevator doors were closing, I thought about how exciting it had been to start off my week getting caught naked. It was something that I had never expected or experienced before. There were a lot of thoughts tumbling around in my head on the elevator ride down. What had she felt when I pressed myself against her? Had she gotten aroused from seeing me naked? Would I remain Sofia’s little secret, or would I become a topic of gossip among the hotel maids? Maybe Sofia would show up for another peek tomorrow or maybe one of the other maids would work my room in hopes of getting a look. How interesting would this week get, I wondered? Little did I know.
On my cab ride over to my first meeting of the day, I started to sort out my impressions of Sofia. She was about five foot three, with a light brown complexion. I chuckled to myself, remembering that there’d been some extra red when I had left, especially around her cheeks. Straight dark hair with some brown highlights had been pulled back into a cute ponytail which had hung down several inches past her shoulders. She had pretty deep brown eyes and full, kissable lips. Thinking of the lines on her face and her figure, I guessed her to be in her mid-40’s, about ten years younger than me. She had been wearing a black, one-piece dress with a button-down front that had reached just above her knees. It had a scooped neckline, showing just enough cleavage to let you know something was there, but not enough to be considered sexy, which seemed proper for a housekeeping uniform. The dress hadn’t been form-fitting, but it had showed enough shape to reveal that she had an inward curve to her waist. Her probable C cup breasts had nicely filled out the top. Overall, I thought she was an attractive woman, moving towards the plumper side but not there yet.