Hotwifes hotel stay during power outage

As you and Amy walked into the lobby of the hotel, the ambiance was warm and welcoming, contrasting sharply with the cold darkness of your powerless home. The lobby was decorated with lush, green plants and soft, ambient lighting, giving it a cozy feel. As you approached the check-in counter, Amy’s eyes briefly met with those of a strikingly handsome man who was seated in the lobby lounge, reading a book. There was a quick, discreet exchange of smiles, a moment of unspoken acknowledgment.

After settling into your room, both exhausted from the day’s events, you decided to unwind with some TV before sleep overtook you both. The comfort of the hotel bed was a stark contrast to the chilly, dark house you had left behind.

The morning light filtered through the curtains as you woke early for work, leaving Amy still nestled in the warmth of the bed. After you left, she decided to brave the hotel’s free breakfast, opting for comfort in her attire – short shorts and a loose sweatshirt, going braless for ease and comfort.

Downstairs, the breakfast area was bustling with guests. Amy found a small table and settled in to enjoy her coffee and some fruit. The same handsome man from the night before noticed her sitting alone. With a charming smile, he approached, explaining there were no more seats available, and asked if he could join her. She agreed, intrigued by the coincidence and his confident demeanor.

As they ate, their conversation flowed easily, touching on topics from travel stories to favorite books. His voice was deep and calming, his interest in her words genuine. There was an undeniable chemistry, a spark that seemed to light up their morning.

After breakfast, as they stood to leave, he proposed they continue their conversation in a quieter setting. Amy felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. She decided to send you a text:

“Hey babe, I’ve met someone here at the hotel. Remember the handsome guy from last night? We just had breakfast together, and there’s this electric chemistry. I’m thinking about taking him up to our room to see just how hot things could get. Would you be okay with that? Might be a wild morning… Love you.”

She waited for your reply, her heart pounding with anticipation. Your response came back surprisingly open:

“Sounds hot! Keep me posted, be careful and enjoy yourself. Love you too.”

With your permission, Amy felt a rush of liberation and excitement. She led him back to your room. Once inside, the tension between them was palpable. She felt her heart racing as she turned to face him.

As they kissed, it was electric, charged with the anticipation of what was to follow. His hands moved to lift her sweatshirt, revealing her bare skin, and she reciprocated by unbuttoning his shirt. When she unzipped his pants, she was momentarily taken aback by his size; he was larger than she had anticipated, which both surprised and thrilled her. Her fingers wrapped around him, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire.

Feeling adventurous, she knelt before him, her eyes locked with his as she took him into her mouth. She explored him with her lips and tongue, the intimacy of the act intensifying the moment. His moans of pleasure were a new melody to her ears, spurring her on as she worked him with a mix of eagerness and skill.

After this intense foreplay, he guided Amy to the edge of the bed, bending her over. His hands roamed her body, one sliding down her shorts while the other caressed her back, pushing her down slightly. The anticipation was palpable as he entered her from behind, the angle allowing him to go deeper, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her. She gripped the bed sheets, her moans muffled by the pillow as he set a rhythm that was both commanding and exhilarating.

Just then, you texted Amy : “I couldn’t focus on work. I’m almost back to the hotel. I’ll park outside the window of our room in my truck so I can watch. Can’t wait to see it.”

Amy’s pulse quickened with the thrill of your plan. She turned to the man, her voice husky with desire, and said, “I want you to fuck me right here in front of the window.” She didn’t mention that you were on your way, her secret adding an extra layer of excitement.

He grinned, pulling her towards the large window overlooking the parking lot . With the daylight streaming in, he pressed her against the glass, the cool surface contrasting with their heated bodies. He lifted one of her legs, positioning himself to enter her once more. The thrill of possibly being seen—and now knowing you were watching from below—sent a shiver of excitement through her. Each movement was deliberate, his hands gripping her hips, guiding the pace as they both faced the cityscape, their reflections visible in the glass.

Their bodies moved together, her view of people outside adding to the thrill, the sense of being on display heightening their arousal. She felt each thrust deep within, her body responding with waves of pleasure that built to an intense climax. As the orgasm washed over her, she let out a loud, unrestrained cry, her voice echoing through the room, “Oh God, yes!” The intensity of her release was palpable, her body trembling with the force of her pleasure, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she imagined you watching from your truck.

His rhythm quickened, his own release following hers, both of them panting, their bodies pressed against the window, the world outside—and you in your truck—unseen but felt in the heat of the moment.

Once they had settled down, lying back on the bed, Amy reached for her phone to send you another text:

“Thank you so much for letting me try that. It was absolutely amazing. I promise to give you all the details tonight and make it up to you. Love you.”