I opened the door, and, to my surprise, there was Sofia, standing right in front of it. My sudden presence had startled her, so she had a panicky look to her face, as if I had caught her up to something. I suspect she had been standing there, waffling on whether or not to knock. I smiled and said, “Good morning, Sofia.”
Looking down, she responded in a shy voice, “Hi.”
I continued, “Sorry; you are bit late this morning, so no show.”
She hesitated and then kind of stuttered as she replied, “No, no, I can’t do that again. If my boss or my husband finds out I would be in big trouble, so no more looking. Sorry.”
Her utterance sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me. I knew then that I had been on her mind last night. It sounded as if what she had rehearsed to herself last night was now in a struggle of conscience with what she suddenly felt this morning upon seeing me. With a knowing smile, I took a step towards her. She took a step back, surprise replacing the conflict on her face. I took another step forward and she took another backwards; surprise became anxiety — or maybe excitement. I took one more step forward and she bumped up against the hallway wall beside my door. We just stood there looking at each other for a few heartbeats. The rise and fall of her breasts betrayed to me the arousal she was feeling at that moment. She had a bit of the deer-in-the-headlights look as I rested a hand on the wall beside her head and leaned in very close to whisper in ear, “Be honest with me. You enjoyed looking yesterday, didn’t you?”
She halfheartedly replied, “No, I didn’t.”
I chuckled and let a soft breath murmur into her ear as I responded, “That was not the impression I got, so tell me again that you did not like it.”
She looked down and took a disconcerted breath before quietly replying, “Yes, I liked it.”
I then asked, “You thought about me last night, didn’t you?”
Still not looking up, she softly replied, “Yes.”
I put a finger under her chin, titling her face up to look into my eyes as I asked, “You wanted to see me naked again, didn’t you?”
She blinked several times and in a barely audible voice she replied, “Yes, but it is wrong. I’m married.”
In a flirtatious tease, one finger gently and slowly caressed down her cheek and along her jawline, bringing a sigh to her lips. I pressed my finger to those lips, and then to mine, as if I was transferring a kiss. Taking a step back from her I said, “You know our naughty secret is just between the two of us, so work or your husband will never have to find out. 8:30 tomorrow morning if are interested, and you don’t have to knock.”
With that, I gave her a wink and headed to the elevator, leaving her breathing heavily against the wall.
The rest of my Tuesday was just like my Monday: all work related into the evening, and then a few drinks and dinner with my client, so I did not have much time to think about Sofia until later that night.
I did not get back to my hotel room until 11:00 p.m. It had been a long day, and I was tired. I stripped down to my underwear and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes and wondered when Sofia had last seen a naked man that was not her husband – well, other than me, the previous day. Another question that came to mind was whether she really enjoyed and needed sex, or if was she more the type of woman that thought of sex as just another chore of being a wife? No, I could not believe that sex was just a chore for her, not with the way she had looked at me. I’d seen a hunger in her eyes. My last thought before sleep claimed me was the idea that maybe she was very horny because she was not getting any at home.
Sofia was my first thought upon waking Wednesday morning. Would she show? I know I had brought some spice, some unexpected excitement into her life, but I was not sure how she was managing it. I thought I had an idea of her sexual fantasies, but I knew that it could also just be my wishful thinking. Was it all too overwhelming, or had it intrigued her enough to overcome her inhibitions? I would soon find out.
It was the same routine as the previous morning. The steamy shower had warmed my body, so everything was hanging down nicely once again. Luckily, my personal grooming ritual is on Saturday, so the bush around my cock had been nicely trimmed just before this trip. My ball sack was shaved smooth, though it could probably use a once going over, but I had not expected to be showing it to a random woman, so I had not brought a regular razor with me. There was a lot of steam trapped in the shower, so a trail of fog followed me as I stepped out of the shower. The million-dollar question was: would Sofia be there or not? I draped the towel over my shoulders and walked into the bedroom.
A wave of disappointment hit me when I did not see her. The bedroom was empty. Nobody was standing there; nobody was sitting on the bed. With a sigh, I started towards my suitcase, when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her stand up off the couch and take a tentative step towards the bedroom. Monday’s encounter with Sofia had been unexpected, so it had had a playful, teasing, exhibitionist feeling to it. Today was different. For me, knowing that she had come to my room at a specified time because she wanted to see me naked was sexually arousing.
She stopped a few feet from me and smiled when she first saw me, but her eyes were immediately drawn to my cock. It was going from flaccid to hard right before her eyes — indeed, because of her eyes. In less than 10 seconds, my cock had gone from soft and dangling down to a throbbing erection, pointing up to the ceiling. Her eyes had grown big, and her full attention was on my cock as she uttered, “I wish my husband found it so easy to get an erection like you.”