Last night I was in my hotel room, getting changed. I peeled off my blouse, and was just starting to slip out of my skirt, when something caught my eye. I hadn’t thought to close the curtains – it felt like there was no need since I was in a tall, impersonal hotel building in a big, impersonal city. But despite that sense on anonymity, when I looked out my window, I saw there was a man in a window facing me, and it suddenly felt very personal.
What do you do in a situation like that? It felt like time slowed to a stand still as I froze, my skirt resting low on my hips. Two seconds slipped by, then three, then four … a smile slowly crept over my face, I shifted my eyes to the floor, and a moment later, my skirt followed.
I had butterflies in my stomach, and felt scared to look up. But I felt exhilarated, too. Something about the anonymity and the naughtiness of it all. I slid one strap of my lacy purple bra off my shoulder, then the other. My hand brushed across my bare stomach, and then met my other hand at the front clasp. I unhooked it, paused, and then looked up and met his eyes directly as I popped open my bra and let my breasts fall free. It was electrifying, and I felt a surge of energy through my entire body, more turned on than I’d been in a long time. I pushed my tits together, fondled them, and tweaked my nipples. As I enjoyed the feeling of his eyes all over my body, I turned out the lights, and walked into the other room to take care of myself. As they say in show business, you always want to leave them wanting more.