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My name is Joanna; I’m twenty five years old, five feet six inches tall, with long dark hair, hazel/blue eyes, slim build with 34 B cup and run an accountancy business. It had been a long hard day, up early, a two hour drive to South Wales, then stuck in an office trawling over a client’s accounts with nothing to distract me but eventually I finished and as I reached upwards to stretch my tired body, realised there was a decision to be made. Should I get back in my car and make the two hour journey back home or would it be more sensible to find a Hotel and travel back the following day. It was Friday night, the traffic was bound to be bad, I was in a nice town, so, why not stay and simply relax, I was free and single and had no real need to rush back home. Quickly, I’d collected everything together and was in my car looking for a half decent Hotel for me to spend the night. Soon enough, I found somewhere, booked in and was shown to my room by a fairly attractive middle aged lady but no sooner had she accepted a small tip that I was left alone in the room. The room was a reasonable size for a Hotel room, a king size bed centred across one wall, inviting me to dive on it and see how comfortable it was. As I landed on it, my arms splayed out wide, lying on my back, I immediately realised how comfortable it was. Using my opposite foot, I pushed off my shoes, letting them drop one by one onto the floor, my bare toes wiggling, embracing their new found freedom. I lay motionless for a few seconds but then, unfastened my skirt, pulled free my blouse, one by one undoing the buttons, before moving one way then the other to take it off to leave me topless. I rarely, if ever wore a bra, my B cup breasts were still firm and held their shape well, besides which, I enjoyed the attention that my hard nipples seemed to encourage. A second later I’d raised my hips and had kicked off my skirt, to leave me totally naked on the bed. As with a bra, I didn’t see the point in wearing undies, it made me feel a little daring and that turned me on. As I lay there, I looked around the room, trying to ignore that my nipples were fully erect and sensitive, my pussy dribbling juices onto the bed, for some reason began wondering how many people had had sex on the bed and then what it might feel like to have a cock pounding in and out of me or better still, having another girl grinding onto me lustfully. My god, I wanted sex but there was nobody around to satisfy my urges, so, knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d be masturbating. I sat up, gazing around the room, attempting to ignore my feelings, the bathroom to the right, a huge window covering most of the upper part of the left wall. Curiosity got the better of me, getting up to look at the view, to my amazement, a superb panorama of the town and in that instant decided to go and walk later and maybe have a drink and something to eat. I stood there for a few seconds until my Escort Çekmeköy mind wondered back to sex, this time the sensation of juices tricking down my thighs was too much to ignore, the fingers of my left hand starting to tease my pussy lips and shortly after, circling and stroking my clit. Soon I was breathing hard and moaning, struggling to stay on my feet but it was turning me on more to be masturbating as I stood naked. My fingertips teased faster and harder, my hips bucking as my onrushing orgasm built quickly. Moaning louder and louder, losing control, reaching the point of no return. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. What should I do, knowing that I’d cum at any moment, desperate to cum but I should answer the door as soon as possible? I turned around, my body tingling, legs shaking as I moved towards the door. I looked at my clothes on the bed; pondering for a second whether to dress first but the mischievous side of me decided it would be more exciting to stay naked. An instant later I was at the door, opening it without hesitation, making sure I was clearly visible to who was knocking. It was the same lady who’d taken me to the room not long before. She had a look of shock on her face, just about managing to splutter that she’d brought my receipt and handed it to me. My pussy was throbbing so hard, both of us standing motionless, almost frightened to move. It must have been a subconscious action but before I realised that the fingers of my left hand had moved back to my clit, teasing furiously, I began to orgasm as I stood naked in the doorway. Eyes shut tight as the sensations of pleasure radiated through my body and as my fingertips continued to work their magic, my pussy clenched tight, followed by my juices squirting onto the floor. I felt elated as I opened my eyes and simply smiled at the lady, with a cheeky giggle, said, “Thanks for the receipt”, turned around and closed the door. The events of the previous few minutes had made me feel incredibly good, always enjoying shows of exhibitionism, for a moment I considered not going out, just ordering room service and staying naked in my room but decided to stick to my original plan to go out. It didn’t take long for me to get showered and dry, spending a few moments to look at myself in the full length mirror in the bathroom, noticing that my nipples were still standing proud and despite my shower, my pussy was still wet, the throbbing and tingly sensations still very strong. Fortunately I always took spare clothes with me when I traveled anywhere, so, had some choice of clothes to wear. After a few seconds I decided on a dress that was a little risque but suited my mood perfectly. It had poppers either side, from top to bottom, so could be pulled open very easily and taken off quickly. Dark blue at the bottom, fading to white, I’d say, virtually see-through around my boobs, with thin straps Gebze escort around my shoulders, added to which, short length, falling a few inches down my thighs, I knew I’d be looked at, especially as I wasn’t going to wear undies or a bra. Finally, I brushed my hair, took a last look at myself in the mirror slipped on my shoes and left to go out. It was a short walk down the corridor and I was at the lift, waiting for it to arrive, a few seconds later the doors opened for me to get in. A couple, I guessed, a little older than me, stood at the back of the lift holding hands but as I stepped inside the two of them looked at me and my dress. All I could do was smile at them, turn and wait for the lift doors to close and for it to take us to the ground floor. As the lift made its way down to the ground floor I made sure I maintained eye contact with them for as long as possible, knowing full well my hard nipples were getting attention from their eyes. I could feel juices trickling steadily down my thighs, turned on by the way I was dressed and the way I was being looked at. The lift journey was however, pretty short, only three floors, the doors opening to let us out. The couple looked at me and me them, inviting the other to exit first, so, after a second I made the first move, pausing as I moved between the doors. I giggled, took hold of my dress, pulling it up quickly to reveal my bare arse, turning my head to look at them and wink seductively. An instant later I let go of my dress and continued into the foyer of the hotel, immediately going past the lady I’d seen by my room. She smiled and took a few steps in my direction and said, “You look just as good with clothes on.” I couldn’t help chuckling, smiled and continued out of the hotel. It was late September, 7.30 at night, so the light was falling quickly, the heat of the day disappearing quickly. As I walked down the street, though it was a little cold for me to be dressed as I was, the energy flowing through me because I was dressed so scantily was keeping me warm. After ten or fifteen minutes of brisk walking I came across a bar that served food and immediately went inside. The bar was well populated, being a Friday night but my priority was to get something to eat and after that I could think about having a drink and trying to pull somebody for sex. I walked slowly between the tables, trying to attract attention, eventually making it to the restaurant section of the bar. Waiting to be seated was a couple in their mid-twenties, both looking at me from top to bottom and I guessed almost immediately that they liked what they saw and were interested in me, so quickly made an effort to start a conversation with them. They told me that the restaurant was very busy and that it was possible there were no tables available. I told them that I was looking for something to eat, have a drink and talk to people in the bar. Şerifali escort bayan My disappointment must have been obvious to them as they soon offered sympathy that I might have to go elsewhere. ”You’ll have no problem talking to people looking like you do, you’re gorgeous, you’d get my attention”, the guy confessed, who was called Chris. Before I had chance to react, the girl, called Elin, said, “Mine too, you’re stunning”. I chuckled, a little embarrassed but at the same time very pleased that I was such a hit with them. “Why don’t you eat with us?”, Elin asked with excitement in her voice. How could I refuse, they both look attractive and it could be fun and a few minutes later we were being shown to a table. Elin was a few inches shorter than me, probably five feet four, with shoulder length light brown hair with streaks of blonde highlights, brown eyes and fairly pretty, very slim build, with small breasts. She was wearing; trainers, tights, very short denim skirt, thong, low cut pink t shirt and an open blue cotton cardigan. Chris was around five feet ten, short wavy brown hair, and brown eyes and solidly built carrying a few extra pounds. He was wearing; trainers, socks, jeans, blue t shirt and sweat top. They were right, every table was occupied, ours being tucked away in a dimly lit part of the restaurant. Chris was first to sit down, with his back to the wall, with me directly opposite and Elin on the left hand side between the two of us. As soon as the three of us were seated the waitress gave us a menu each, leaving us a few minutes to look and decide on our choices. Virtually from the moment the three of us met we began to talk to each other, a conversation that continued after we’d ordered our meal and beyond. I’d long since kicked off my shoes, loving the feel of my feet with nothing on them. If the truth be known, that sensation had always turned me on, if I could go everywhere barefoot I’d be extremely happy. I knew Chris was constantly looking at my nipples through my dress but it was Elin who eventually plucked up the courage to bring up the subject of my dress. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but does it not bother you that your nipples are so obvious?” I laughed, as she continued after a short pause. “Not that I’m complaining, I don’t think Chris has taken his eyes off them for long either.” The three of burst out laughing, although it’s fair to say that Chris looked a little embarrassed by Elin’s words. I confessed to them that I enjoyed being a little risqué and that I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress. Elin’s eyes widened, almost disbelieving but at the same time, bursting with curiosity. I told them how exciting it was to be around people and wearing no underwear and feeling my juices trickling down my thighs. I’d guessed that Elin was bisexual but had no experience with another girl and after some time wondering, I asked her directly. “Are you bisexual Elin? my guess is that you are but have no experience and are desperate to try.” She looked stunned by my observation, clearly not sure how to answer, I altered my chair a little, moving away from the table, took her right hand with my right, encouraging her to get up and sit on my lap.
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