Alone in Hotel Room
(Although I've always have wanted to share this experience, I really have no idea if anyone actually reads these x-hamster stories, so I'll give it a try and see what happens.)
Years ago while spending several days in a large city hotel, I had an erotic experience that pushed me over natural inhibitions and left me with a life time of lingering, yet simmering images. It all began when my employer asked me to attend a 4 day conference. I wasn't too interested in attending the conference, but the thought of getting away far from home at company's expense at a very nice city hotel certainly sounded nice. At 24, recently out of grad school and new to the company, it was a novel experience for me.
I flew out on early Monday morning and by noon an airport shuttle delivered me to an even nicer hotel than I had imagined and the 10th floor one-bedroom suite was definitely more than I bargained for: spotless, plush carpeting, tasteful artwork, unique lighting, oversized TV, an inviting king-sized bed, and large windows overlooking the city. I was blown away though by the marbled tiled bath that included a two-person Jacuzzi and a large glass enclosed shower with not one, but two multi-head water jets.
After grabbing a coffee, I was soon sitting among a hundred others from around the Northeast in what turned out to be a rather valuable and useful seminar series. Although the topics weren't directly related to my day-to-day work, the discussion did allow me to consider broader professional interests, which in the end, led me to appreciate my employer more than ever.
As the sole representative of my company, I didn't know anyone there, but by the end of the first afternoon, I had met a couple of others, including Dan, a sales rep from Ohio, and Carol, an mature, but appealing rep from Maryland. We quickly agreed to meet for breakfast the following morning.
After taxiing back to my hotel, I was in my room, ordering room service, and in the shower in no time.
As soon as the hotel water splashed over me, I felt a sense of escape, of being alone and being free to be me...whatever that meant. After playing with the jet sprays, I lathered up and immediately felt a sensual rush as I seemingly felt pressed to the tiled shower wall as the jets massaged me freely...
(more to follow)
Years ago while spending several days in a large city hotel, I had an erotic experience that pushed me over natural inhibitions and left me with a life time of lingering, yet simmering images. It all began when my employer asked me to attend a 4 day conference. I wasn't too interested in attending the conference, but the thought of getting away far from home at company's expense at a very nice city hotel certainly sounded nice. At 24, recently out of grad school and new to the company, it was a novel experience for me.
I flew out on early Monday morning and by noon an airport shuttle delivered me to an even nicer hotel than I had imagined and the 10th floor one-bedroom suite was definitely more than I bargained for: spotless, plush carpeting, tasteful artwork, unique lighting, oversized TV, an inviting king-sized bed, and large windows overlooking the city. I was blown away though by the marbled tiled bath that included a two-person Jacuzzi and a large glass enclosed shower with not one, but two multi-head water jets.
After grabbing a coffee, I was soon sitting among a hundred others from around the Northeast in what turned out to be a rather valuable and useful seminar series. Although the topics weren't directly related to my day-to-day work, the discussion did allow me to consider broader professional interests, which in the end, led me to appreciate my employer more than ever.
As the sole representative of my company, I didn't know anyone there, but by the end of the first afternoon, I had met a couple of others, including Dan, a sales rep from Ohio, and Carol, an mature, but appealing rep from Maryland. We quickly agreed to meet for breakfast the following morning.
After taxiing back to my hotel, I was in my room, ordering room service, and in the shower in no time.
As soon as the hotel water splashed over me, I felt a sense of escape, of being alone and being free to be me...whatever that meant. After playing with the jet sprays, I lathered up and immediately felt a sensual rush as I seemingly felt pressed to the tiled shower wall as the jets massaged me freely...
(more to follow)
9 years ago
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