“This was a stupid idea,” I puff as I spill out through the door of the stairwell, onto the tenth floor.
Climaxing has taken a backseat, because right now, all I want to do is sleep.
My night of uninterrupted pleasure is off to an amazing start.
My foul mood is forgotten the moment I walk through the door to my suite.
I acknowledge how amazing the room is, but only barely, because I’m too busy gawking at the stunning view of the city. My corner suite has floor-to-ceiling windows, which means I can see everything. In that moment, I forget that I’m a woman on a mission, and make a beeline for that balcony door. I slide the door open and step outside, sighing as the cool breeze blows gently on my face.
This is what I’m talking about.
All the tension in my body slowly melts away as I look around me, because the view is incredible. One way, I have the most amazing picturesque display of the sprawling white sand and water, the other way I’m hit with the lights and excitement of one of the most vibrant cities on earth. If being here, in the middle of it all doesn’t get me in the mood, nothing will.
I walk over to the railing and peer over, giggling when a cheer erupts from a crowd of people below. The squeals quickly subside into a low murmur, complete with a few annoyed grumbles and boos. I chuckle and step back, walking over to the other side of the large area.
I wonder who they thought I was?
Celebrities get mobbed by crazed fans on a daily basis in LA, so I’m not fazed in the slightest that someone famous might be staying here. These girls are probably chasing the same band the guy checking me in was talking about.
As I walk back inside, I’ve all but forgotten about it, my mind focusing on the task ahead. No romance or flowers here, I’m going straight in. Maybe then I can relax and enjoy the rest of my night.
I decide to start with a shower, so I peel my clothes off along the way to the bathroom. The moment I walk in there, I’m in awe, because it’s the most luxurious, elaborate bathroom I’ve ever set foot in. I’m almost afraid to use it, in case I mess it up. I smile as the subtle hint of rosewater in the air hits my senses. My eyes land on a small gift hamper sitting next to the bath, the centerpiece, an expensive looking bottle of rosewater body scrub. I guess that explains the smell. I pick up the bottle and smile, because even the bottle feels expensive. Attached to the hamper is a little note;
We sincerely hope you enjoy your stay.
Compliments from management.
Between this and the expensive bottle of champagne they left chilling by my bed; I get the feeling I’m going to enjoy tonight much more than I expected. I should embarrass myself in front of more bellboys if it gets me special treatment like this.
Body scrub in hand, I walk over to the huge, open shower and reach over to the taps, flicking them on, then I wait for it to reach the perfect temperature. When I step under the lush spray of water from the oversized showerhead, I almost come right there and then. I’m a long way from the tiny little excuse for a shower I have at home.
I take my time in the shower, sighing as I lather my body with the scrub, then I turn off the water and step out onto the stone tiled floor.
Wrapped in a thick, fluffy robe, the kind you can only find in the fanciest of hotels, I pad across to the bed and sit down. As I sink into the heavenly mattress, I let myself fall back against the soft pillows.
Oh God, that’s good.
Maybe I should treat myself to a second night. Or a week. I snort. As if I could afford it. I wonder if they gave me an upgrade? Surely Lou wouldn’t have paid for a room as nice as this?
Yes, because that’s what should be occupying my thoughts right now.
I switch off my mind, slip off the robe and slink into the bed, smoothing my hands over the silky soft sheets. I sigh as I trail my fingers down over my stomach, my skin noticeably softer, thanks to my shower. It doesn’t take me long to get myself in the mood, the cool sheets rubbing against my bare pussy sending a shiver down my spine.
I kick back the sheets, my hands exploring my body, a dreamy smile fixated on my lips. It doesn’t get much better than this. I bite my lip as my finger dips inside my wet pussy.
Well, maybe it gets a little better…