Anonymous Pleasure

Anonymous Pleasure As I stood under the shower and let its warm spray wash over my body, I thought back to how frustrating the day had been. Everything seemed to go wrong. It all started when I told my boyfriend that my boss wanted me travel to Rosetown for a few days to attend emergency negotiations over a contract that would be the largest we had ever signed. He threw a temper tantrum, saying that I had more time for work than him. When I tried to say that that wasn?t true he told me to forget about us and slammed the phone down. While our sexual exploits had been great, I was beginning to tire of his self-centred, me first attitude. It wasn?t my preferred way to break-off a yearlong relationship but, in some ways, I was glad it was over. My boss took me, and two other people to lunch, to brief me on the negotiations to date. During the three hours we spent going over our proposal we ate a tremendous amount of food. I was stuffed. After it was over though, I felt that I understood all the details and had all the knowledge to do an effective job. As a final comment my boss told me that the contract was very important to the future of the company and, it was okay to concede up to ten percent on the price if it meant getting the business. At 3:30 I grabbed a taxi outside the restaurant to get to the airport for my 6:00 flight. I was glad that I kept a small travel case with clothes and toiletries in my office just in case this type of emergency trip came up unexpectedly. When I finally got to the airport, after being snarled in heavy traffic for almost two hours, I had to run to the check-in gate. I got a seat, but it was in the middle of the last row of a very small plane. With the high-winds and promise of heavy rains I knew it was going to be a rough flight. My bad luck continued as I got on the plane; I was squished between four large men all of whose butts overflowed their allocated seat space. As the 6:00 plane took off the captain announced, as I had suspected, that our two-hour flight was going to be very turbulent. He further apologized that, if it was too bad, the cabin crew would be unable to serve drinks or food. I didn?t care about the food, as I was still full from lunch, but I would have liked a drink to ease my uncomfortable seating arrangements. His predictions, and my premonition, proved to be all too true. The plane pitched through the sky like an out-of-control roller coaster ride. The back row was the worst. With all the up and down and side-to-side my boobs were being continuously jostled by the men on both sides. If it hadn?t been so uncomfortable trying to sit there it might have been a highly erotic turn-on. At one point I leaned forward to try and escape their pounding. The next jolt sent me up and to the right. I found my forearm in my neighbour?s lap. I pushed myself upright and apologized. Almost as soon as I was upright again the plane went down and to the left. As a result I found my forearm resting in my other neighbour?s lap. Our constant jostling must have been a turn-on because my elbow felt a very hard cock. Being the tease that I am, I made sure my elbow rub it a few times while I tried to straighten up. He was squirming in his seat as I turned to him and apologized saying, ?Sorry about that, it?s a pretty rough flight.? He smiled back at me. When we finally landed and deplaned, I found that my suitcase had popped open with the bumpy trip and some of my more intimate things were hanging out the sides. One of the baggage handlers must have stuffed everything back in and closed it. I caught a taxi to my hotel. The drive was uneventful other than I developed a sudden, intense need to pee. I got out of the taxi and rushed in to the hotel to find a bathroom. I groaned istanbul travesti when I saw that there was a line-up three deep in front of both the lobby restrooms. I rushed to the check-in, and because I was eligible for express-check-in, had my key in under a minute. I half-ran across the lobby to the elevators. Because I was in a hurry I decided, rather than going around the lobby-bar, I?d cut through. As I rounded a corner I ran full tilt into a waitress carrying a tray of drinks. We both went down heavily. The drinks on her tray ?beer and mixed drinks ? landed on me soaking my suit and blouse with their stickiness. To add insult to injury, the rough landing caused my bladder to let go and I felt warm pee soak through my bottom. Thank goodness the smell of the beer masked the smell of the pee. The waitress and bar manager were apologizing profusely and trying to help me to stand. I told the manager that it wasn?t the waitress?s fault and that I would be happy to pay for the damage I had caused. The waitress looked very relieved when I said this. The manager said not to worry about it, accidents happen. To compensate for the accident, because he said that he had been complaining to the hotel manager that the poor design of the bar was going to lead to an accident just like what had happened to me, he asked me to send my clothes for a free cleaning by the hotel. I buttoned my suit jacket to hide my tits. The liquid that had spilt on me had made both my blouse and bra semi-transparent. I walked, soaking wet, over to the elevator. Luckily there was no one else waiting for it and I was able to make it to my room with no other incidents. It was 9:30, and I was tired. ?If I wasn?t twenty-six and in fairly good shape from my two aerobics sessions a week?, I thought, ?I?d be in really rough shape.? I stripped off my clothes and climbed into the shower to clean off. The water felt really good as it cascaded over my shoulders, down over my firm boobs and flat stomach, and finally down my firm, and I?ve been told, shapely legs. I rubbed myself all over to get the stickiness of the beer and drinks off my body. As I rubbed my breasts I felt a small tingle in my crotch. The feeling intensified as I rubbed my pussy. ?What the heck, let?s really relax,? I thought. I closed my eyes and spread my pussy lips so that my fingers could caress my clit. As my fingers did their work I felt an orgasm begin to build from deep inside me. I continued to gently stroke my clit and let it wash over me. I felt so good, like a new woman. Getting out of the shower I faced the pile of smelly wet clothes that I had stripped off. The suit and blouse were going to have to be professionally cleaned but I could rinse out my underthings. Still naked, I called room service to request that someone collect my things for cleaning. While I was putting them in the bag there was a knock on my door and a voice said ?Room Service?. Startled, and not wanting to appear at the door naked, I threw on the hotel?s complementary bathrobe before answering the door. ?That was fast! I haven?t even had time to put my clothes in the bag yet. Just a second.? The young woman said that she had been on the floor, just down the hall, when the call had come in. I told her I would like the clothes back by 8:00 the next morning and she said they would be hanging on my door handle before then. After locking the door I turned back into the bathroom and rinsed out my panties, bra, camisole, garter belt, and hose in the sink. I went out into the room to look for somewhere to hang them to dry. There was nowhere. Then I thought ? the curtain rod. The air system vent would blow air right on them all night and they would be dry in the morning. I got istanbul travestileri some hangers from the closet and opened the two curtains that covered the windows as wide as they would go. I put my camisole on a hanger and the other items on the bed. I tried to reach up and hang the hanger with my camisole on the curtain rod but my five foot seven inch frame was just too short. I stretched on my tiptoes several times but just couldn?t hook the hanger on the curtain rod. As I was trying, I looked over at the building beside my hotel. It was another hotel. The two buildings must have been only thirty feet apart. Just across from my window, and one floor up, I saw a good-looking man standing by his window talking on the phone. I was pretty sure that he had been watching my antics. I decided that if he had I?d tease him with a little flesh. I turned my back to him and pulled at the front of the robe a little so that it would begin to gape open. I turned back and faced him. This time when I stretched up one of my boobs flashed at him. I jumped up and down a couple of times to make sure that I got his attention. When I glanced over I saw him cupping his hand against the window to improve his ability to see. ?This is going to be fun,? I thought to myself. I still couldn?t reach however. I looked around and got the chair from the desk. I put it near the window and climbed up on it. I then reached over so that I had one foot on the window ledge and the other on the chair. I made sure that I flexed my knees a little and caused the housecoat to gape at the bottom so that my pussy was exposed. I glanced up to see if my audience was still watching. He was, and from the way he was adjusting the front of his pants, getting hot and bothered. ?Good,? I thought, ?the show can continue.? I reached over and picked up my bra from the bed. At the same time I used my other hand to loosen the robe some more. I strung it over a hanger and climbed up on the chair again. This time I reached even further and made sure that my stretch opened my robe in a way that both a boob and my pussy were exposed. I climbed down and went over to the bed to get my panties. I stretched them over the hanger like a sweater and made sure that the belt of the robe was totally undone. I climbed back up on the chair and this time when I stretched my whole body was exposed. I repeated my antics for my garter belt and hose. I reached over several times to make little adjustments to the way my underthings were hanging each time make sure I flashed my audience. Stealing a glance at him I could see that he was getting very agitated ? he was rubbing his crotch fairly vigorously. I was still quite full from my lunch so I decided, at 10:30, that I wouldn?t have any dinner and, as I was tired, that I should just go to bed. I sat down on the bed and my robe flopped open. I looked up where my audience had been and noticed that he could see my entire bed from his vantage point. ?What the hell,? I thought to myself, ?let?s give him the whole show.? I stood up and went back over to the window to make sure my drying cloths wouldn?t interfere with his view. I then went back to the bed and peeled back both the bedspread and sheets on the bed. I shrugged off the robe and let it drop to the floor. Turning around, I stretched my arms over my head, and lay back on the bed. I fluffed up the pillow and stuck it behind my head. I was lying on the bed fully exposed to the man in the window. He had hung up the phone and was now just looking at me. I had his full attention. I lay there for a minute and then started to rub my boobs. I caressed each nipple and then gave them a light pinch. I kept one hand working on my boobs while I moved the other down travesti istanbul to my pussy. I rubbed it all over as I moved my legs apart. I looked up and saw that he had dropped his pants and that he had pulled his cock out the side of his boxer shorts. It was hard and he was rubbing it up and down. ?Now this was getting interesting,? I thought to myself. The sight of him jerking off started to get me wet. I lifted my knees a bit to give my hand better access to my pussy and began to work first one and then two fingers in and out. I moved the hand that was caressing my boobs down to start working on my clit. I looked up again and noticed that my man was starting to rub his cock faster and faster. I continued to watch him as I worked my fingers in and out of my slit faster and faster. My other hand worked my clit more and more vigorously. I felt my orgasm begin to build. My friend was starting to move his hips as he pumped his cock harder and harder. I was getting close and slowed down my fingers to maintain myself at the edge of cumming. I was waiting for him to cum before I pushed myself over the edge. His hips moved faster and faster. As his thrusts became more and more exaggerated I pushed myself closer to the edge. All of a sudden he thrust forward once, twice and a third time and I thought that I could see his cum spurting out of his cock onto the window. Seeing that pushed me over the edge. My legs stiffened and I began to shudder all over. I shook and shook for a couple of minutes. I looked up and saw the man leaning against his window totally exhausted by his masturbation. ?That was great?, I thought to myself. I pulled the sheet up and turned off the light. I went to sleep quickly having been totally relaxed. The next morning I woke to the sun streaming through my window. It warmed the sheets that were covering me making the bed warm and comfy. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that the man was back at his window talking on the phone. This time he was wearing a terrycloth robe. He looked like he was looking into my room again. I closed my eyes and thought ?with the sun shining in on the bed I?m sure that he can see me in bed. Let?s give him another show.? I stretched my arms up and my legs straight and moved the sheet so that my boobs were uncovered. I rolled to the center of the bed and back to get the sheets away from the rest of my body. I kept my eyes on him as I used my hands to cup and massage my boob. I could see that my actions were having the effect I wanted ? the front of the man?s robe was beginning to tent out. Two or three times I moved both hands down my body until they were between my legs. I then pulled my knees up, spread them apart and began to work on my cunt. The warmth of the sun intensified the feeling I was beginning to have. As I watched him one of his hands moved inside his robe. The other undid the belt of the robe so that his hard cock was fully exposed to me. I was so wet that I could stick two fingers into my pussy right at the start. I moved them in and out until I was well lubricated. I then started to caress my clit. Every time I touched it my body shuddered. As I was doing this, the man leaned against his window frame and began to pump his cock harder and harder. Watching him, and moving my fingers over my clit, brought me to the edge of an orgasm very quickly. I kept myself there as I watched him begin to thrust his hips forward ? slowly and then faster and faster. I began to work my fingers faster and faster too. My orgasm exploded just as I watched him spurt his cum all over the window. He leaned forward and rested against the window frame still looking into my room. I quickly got up from the bed and walked over to the window. I waved at him and gave him the thumbs up sign. He looked embarrassed and tried to cover himself. He then thought better of it and, with a laugh, waved back and bowed. I curtsied to him and then cupped my boobs to him. I took down my underthings from the curtain rod and put them on.