Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Hotel Room Temperatures

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She heard a noise, but thinking it was the room's air conditioning kicking-in again paused only for a second before returning her attention to the laptop. Another loud click and a creak followed and she suddenly realized that the noise was the hotel room door opening and she rushed to log off the computer in a panic. She jumped up, fumbled with her wallet attempting to zipper it up as she pushed herself up off the small desk chair in front of the laptop. She attempted to make haste towards the bed and slipped; her bare feet slipping on the modern patterned carpeted floor. She caught her fall on the chair and stood up. It was too late. He was in the room and staring at her as she stood there; wearing nothing but her guilty smile and pink panties. 




"What are you doing?" he asked calmly.

"Nothing. Nothing, why? Just getting dressed" she smiled sheepishly.

"What WERE you just doing?" he asked slowly staring not at her delicious half nakedness, but at her wallet seemingly thrown on the desk with credit cards stuck within the zipper.

"I was just getting dressed." She tried to distract him as she traced his eyes towards her wallet.  "I couldn't decide what panties to wear. Do you like these?" she pointed with both her hands to the front of  her pink boy-short panties.

"No,"  he said coldly as he walked towards the laptop "those are the pair you were wearing last night."

'Dammit' she thought. He caught her. She hadn't thought fast enough.

He clicked on the track pad and the monitor came to life. The screen flashed on a "Thank You for Your Order" acknowledgment page.  He turned to her as he began to take off his jet black suit coat.

"Oh you are right. I'll just  go get changed now. Any preference? I was thinking the gray low plunge dress" she said resting her hands on her hips while pushing her chest out intentionally to showcase her breasts, and in-turn her nipples which were currently at full attention due to the room's cold air conditioner, all in a not so subtle subtle attempt to distract him. 

"No, you stay put." he ordered and glanced over at the messy room. The bed was still as it had been when he left for his business conference meetings that morning. Her clothes and shoes from last night were still tossed about the room. The only difference was the added room-service trays and dishes on the floor that she must have ordered and failed to clean up afterwards.

"I can't believe you spent all day doing nothing, but wasting time shopping online. We have reservations in 10 minutes and I specifically told you to be dressed and looking your best by the time I got back from today's conference. They are waiting for us downstairs." he calmly scolded her as he undid his tie.

"Its fine. I'll just get dressed really quick" she offered and attempted to walk past him.

"Have you even showered?" he said catching her by her curly locks and sniffing at them as he pushed her hair away from her face to reveal her big eyes.

"No....No, not yet." embarrassed she answered softly and looking down at her bare feet.

"Not yet? Not yet?! You had all day." he questioned her in disbelief.  "We need to deal with your lack of motivation immediately. Bend over that chair!"

"Hon...come on please. I'll get dressed" she began to pout as she realized he had lost his patience.

"Not another word young lady" he told her as he waited for her to follow his instructions.

Accepting her fate, she knew he was mad now and she walked over to the hotel chair and bent over. She pushed her bottom out and high in the air causing her cotton panties to stretch to reveal the true width of her ample bottom. He grabbed the waistband of the wrinkled cotton panties and pulled them taught and towards him, inspected the inside and confirmed that they were the worn panties. Accepting the fact, he let go and let the elastic snap back onto her bottom with a sting.



Knowing what was coming next she protested holding tight to the chair. ""Pleaase hon...I don't need a spanking. Can we figure something out?" 

"Yes, lets figure something out. Let's figure how you are going to pay for everything you bought today? How you are supposed to be on a non-spending diet. How you might cost me a client for being late to dinner. How do you want to figure all that out?"

"Ummmm.." her mind raced for a reply. She knew that she was rightfully in trouble. "Please...I'll be good at dinner. I'll wear those sheer panties you like. I'l wear that dress..."

"How is that going to help explain us being late?" He interrupted her as he ran his palms over the soft spandex material of her panties. 

"I'll tell them I wasn't feeling well. That I thought I was sick...I'll tell them it was all my fault." she offered with pleading eyes.

"Perhaps...Perhaps that is a good cover up for your laziness" he said as he slowly rolled down her panties to her thighs. "The problem is I don't like to lie."

"Or I can say something else?" 

"In fact I won't lie for you.....unless...unless, I do my due diligence and can explain with confidence that YOU thought you were sick and I made sure you weren't sick. Your ass does feel a bit warm actually, but how to confirm that?" 

Her nails dug into the padded chair seat at the realization at what he might be thinking. 

"I think that is good idea. We can explain we took the necessary measures to confirm you weren't sick. Stay put." he said and walked to the bathroom and returned seconds later gripping something in his hand.

"Good thing I packed ol' faithfull here" he smiled holding up a long lean, bulb-tipped glass thermometer for her to see. "No better way to confirm a fever than with a rectal temperature check."

She gulped and steadied herself. "Pleeeease hon...Noooo..."

"Shhh. Enough young lady." he responded as he put the thermometer down on the desk in front of her. He grabbed her full bare cheeks and spread them apart as if spreading fresh baked bread and held them wide to admire the view. Her charms were on full display and she squirmed knowing she was fully exposed.

"Did you pack vaseline along with your makeup?" he asked looking at her through the mirror.

"Nooo." she said hesitantly looking at him standing behind her through the mirror as she felt the cold air conditioning cool her private areas.

He moved his right hand to her face and positioned his middle finger to her lips. She knew what he wanted her to do and instinctively took his thick finger in her mouth and sucked on it. He pulled out once her lips wet it entirely.

He repositioned his left hand on her bottom cheeks and spread her apart with his thumb and forefinger then without further warning pushed his middle finger into her tight hole. She let out a soft moan knowing better than to scream despite the shock of her buttonhole being spread slowly by his thick finger. He continued until his whole finger seemed to be inside her. He slowly moved his finger in and out a couple of times. Looking at her changing facial reactions through the mirror he inserted it one more time and pulled it out with a pop.

"Gawd!" she pouted swaying her hair out of her face.

Before she could protest further, she felt the cold 
glass thermometer probing its way into her still tight bottom. He pushed the glass device into place and released her cheeks. She instantly clenched her cheeks tightly around it. He stepped back and saw little more than just the red tip of the thermometer peaking above the mounds of her cheeks.

He gave her right cheek an ironically tender pat as he walked away to the bathroom.
"You stay put young lady while I get freshened up like I had planned to do when I first got back."

She looked at her herself in the mirror whimpering about her embarrassing predicament. She waited anxiously as she heard him taking his time washing up.

"You make quiet the pretty picture in that pose young lady." He complemented her as he stuck his head out the corner of the bathroom taking in the scene of her bent over the hotel chair, practically naked, panties rolled down, pursed lipped and with a thermometer corked tight in her bottom. He wanted to laugh, but held back and just smiled.

She looked at him in disdain, flipping her hair and turned back to stare at herself in the mirror.

"Don't move and hold that tight in your bottom. We want an accurate reading. You don't want to have to repeat this again, do you?" he explained as he finished up and walked towards her. "Time to check the reading so we can proceed to your actual punishment."

"Actual punishment?" she thought just as the air conditioner kicked-in with an unexpected hard noise and a cold blast catching her off guard. She shifted her weight from one knee to the other and unclenching her bottom cheeks in reaction. Her sudden movements caused her panties to slide down completely and land on the floor covering her pedicured toes just as the thermometer, seemingly in slow-motion, slipped up and out and fell to the carpeted floor without a sound.



Thursday, June 13, 2013

Serendipity: Yoga Pants + Commuting


I had to do a quick post as my mind can't seem to focus on anything else since yesterday afternoon. I need to write part of it down so that I can move on and get some work done. 

Those of you who have followed this blog for awhile should know a few thing about me by now:

1) I am NOT a fan of my commute
2) I AM a big fan of yoga pants & leggings
and
3) I believe in serendipity.

With that reminder out of the way, let us move onto yesterday. I was blessed by Serendipity's touch and my commute yesterday afternoon was, to say the very least, memorable. 

As I maneuvered through the crowd to catch the train home, I noticed a girl hurriedly following closely behind me wearing a workout outfit. We both jumped through the train doors at the last second and narrowly avoided being crushed by the merciless doors as the train departed the station. She made her way to the sparse yet valuable open space and ended up near the window. I ended up standing to her right. I honestly had not noticed her much until I caught her in the act of self-admiring her butt in the reflection of the train windows. In the underground portion of the subway system the windows create a useful mirror and as subtle as she tried to be there was no doubt she was checking herself out. Of course as is the manner of the commuting beast, no one else seemed to notice.



I of course had to get a closer look at what she was admiring and took a step back and closer to her. 


I was in awe. She had every reason to be checking herself out as her grey yoga pants hugged and defined her bottom cheeks perfectly and the indentation on the lower quarter of her cheeks was just enough to define their fullness. 

As we reached the next stop and another crowd of disgruntled passengers boarded, I was "forced" to close the gap between us. She continued to glance over her shoulder into the make shift mirror and analyze the results of her obvious recent workout. As it was evident she had just returned from the gym based on her outfit; her yoga pants were exactly that (and not leggings), her athletic shirt and shoes. The semi-sweet scent of her perspiration covered by a soft feminine deodorant left no doubt.

She caught me looking at her through the mirror as she looked at herself. She said nothing, but rather looked down slowly and then turned to face me. I gave a casual non-threatening half smile in the attempt to ward off any possible misunderstanding. She looked down again and began to move. But then to my total surprise she did not move back and away, but rather moved forward and to the right - nearly in front of me. Her perfectly defined ass encased in skin tight yoga pants was now merely an effortless sway of fingertips length away from my hand. My hand ached to reach out to feel the perfection. I held back. Suddenly everyone swayed as the train shifted gears with a jerk and began its acceleration through the rough track portion of the commute and I realized that there was no doubt this ride was about to get interesting. 






Sunday, June 9, 2013

The Perils of Texting

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She feverishly clicked away at her cell phone, lost in the interaction with her best friend and oblivious to the people and elements around her. The vast majority of the Friday afternoon post-work crowds, engrossed in their own priorities of escaping their personal torture of another workday, paid her no attention. She was yet another young office worker lost in her texting, walking slowly down the blustery street and simply made their way around her.



She was brought out of her digital trance as she saw her phone flash the missed-call icon. "Damm" she mumbled to herself knowing she would now have to cut her current text conversation short. She nervously typed the abrupt farewell to her friend, 
"SRY GTG. M is calling me. Talk tonite" 

As she texted the wind caught hold of her skirt and attempted to make a sail of it. The blustery June winds caught her skirt and slowly raised the thin material ever north. Had she not been in haste to text her husband back, she would have been more concerned about her skirt, but the last thing she wanted was to keep him waiting longer.



Hi Babe :) On my way home.

Hi Princess. 
That was a quick text response...What were you doing?

 Ah…What  do U  mean…? I told you on my way home.

What Exactly were you doing?

Walking..? Why? 
I have something to tell u!!!  which I know U R gonna love! :)

She was excited to tell him what she had just witnessed. The thought of telling him and exciting him was making her anxious to get home now.

And what else are you doing?

 What else what? 
You wont believe what happened…U will love it tho! :) :)


Let me clarify. I asked what are you doing?

Ummm….texting and walking?

What did we discuss about your dangerous texting habits?

She knew where the conversation was headed, the lecture that was coming and she wanted to deflect it. 

I am NOT Driving!

No you are not, but you are texting and walking and 
NOT paying attention to your surroundings.

But Hon U called me!

Were you not texting with someone else before I called you?

Ummm….No..Why?

She was caught. She stopped walking, brushed her wind blown hair out of her face and focused on her phone. 


Two guys walked past her craning their necks and chuckling. She looked down and saw her skirt billowing. She flushed red. Apparently he was right.



She couldn't believe it. He somehow knew what was going on, but he was nowhere to be seen. She fumbled to hang up the phone debating to call him back and apologize. She knew what she was in store for her when she got home. Just then a renewed wind-gust caught hold of her and seemed to funnel around her. Her skirt rose clear above her waist past her navel. Countless strangers were now treated to a full display of her long lean legs capped by her small black panties. 

She closed her eyes in momentary shock as she heard parts of comments from strangers passing her by:
"Nice panties..." 
".....Oh Dear you really should wear hose...."
"Wow! You could see through her panties..."


She was frozen in shock listening to the comments while she felt herself flush red; her temperature rising as the wind continued to have its way with her to the entertainment of strangers on the busy city street. The vibration of an incoming text broke her from her embarrass induced trance. She clicked to read the message:

Get home and wait for me.
Bare bottom an over the bed.
Those black lace panties at your ankles. 

 I hope you like them because they will be 
in your mouth when I am done.