1. The Wrong Room


    Date: 1/24/2017, Categories: Voyeur, Author: Shorfru, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    I am a frequent flyer, a road warrior - whatever the name for we business travelers who spend more time in airport lounges then in our own beds. I see more hotel rooms in a year than most see in a lifetime. I always thought "Up In the Air" was written about me. I prize the service and attention of being a frequent flyer, Amex Platinum, Hertz Gold, etc., just like George Clooney and since seeing the film, I've harbored an Anna Kendrick fantasy. Too bad I don't know Anna which is fine, since I don't look much like George. A few years back I was in Charlotte. The Crown Plaza. I'd not been there before in the times I'd been to Charlotte but had an excellent experience in Miami so I wanted to try another to see if their customer service was on a par with Florida. They were a five star hotel, but not for what you might think. In August in the South, thunderstorms tend to delay flights and this August night was no different. The flight from Cincinnati that was due in at 6:00 didn't arrive until 9:30, so I finally got to the hotel at 10:00. The desk clerk was courteous and efficient and quickly checked me in. He mentioned an earlier power failure that caused some panic, but the storm passed, the power was restored and hotel operations were returned to normal. Several guests had gone out in search for restaurants or any place with lights and AC, since it was still in the high 80's and muggy even at that hour. I had thought the lobby a bit warm and now I knew the reason. It was more ...
    apparent when I opened the door to my room and stepped into a sauna. The surprise heat wasn't my only surprise. I flipped on the lights and noticed a valise and travel bag on the bed. There was someone else! I put my bags down and read my room number. The key worked and I was in the room number on the key envelope, but what I hadn't noticed was the sound of the shower. I realized only when the noise stopped. I should have left, should have gone to the desk but instead I opened the closet door, grabbed my bag and hid. The closet had louvers so I could view the room. It was then she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and her hair up in another. There was a louver slat blocking the view of her face, but even with the bulky shape of the towel and her legs from mid-thigh down she appeared to be in great shape. I am aroused by scenes of voyeurism, it has always been my fetish if you will. Upskirts, downblouses, wardrobe malfunctions and spy cams tend to be my Internet searches of choice but here I was and it was happening for real. It's probably what urged me to hide. She walked towards the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulled out a nightie and laid it on the bed. It was white silk and looked to be about mid-thigh in length. She stood over it for a moment as if contemplating whether to wear it or another, then I realized she was debating whether to wear it at all given the heat in the room. She opted for the latter, brushed the nightie aside and laid down on the bed. ...
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