Lisa looked around. She was still alone. She couldn’t see anyone in the hallway outside, either. Moving slightly leftward, centering her lower half over the jet. In this position, it was shooting straight at her pussy. Lisa felt an instant rush of gratification, and the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood up while her medulla tingled.
Her head dropped forward as her neck relaxed, and she rested it on her crossed arms and closed her eyes. The jets pulsating against her pussy, Lisa let go and relaxed. She had not masturbated in quite a while, and it was nice to have this impromptu moment with herself. She thought about what to think about to get her going, and remembered Benjamin, the hotel clerk, and the bulge in his pants. She imagined him with the same bulge and the same helpless look on his face, watching her get off. Maybe he was stroking. Lisa’s breathing picked up speed. In her mind, Benjamin was playing with himself outside his black pants. Trying not to get into trouble. Suddenly, her topless mother appeared in the fantasy. No, thought Lisa. Get out! But she couldn’t separate the two mentally for some reason. Her mom was smiling and unzipping Benjamin’s pants. She pulled out his cock and began to stroke it, looking at Benjamin and back to Lisa, her tits jiggling with each stroke. Lisa knew it was “wrong” but couldn’t help it, her breath was accelerating and her pussy felt like it might explode at any moment. Then suddenly she heard:
“Are you okay, miss?”
Oh God, Lisa thought. She looked up. It was Charlotte, the hotel worker, carrying a stack of fresh towels.
“Ummmm,” Lisa muttered, as the jets, the fantasy of Benjamin and her mom, and now the humiliation of being caught by this pretty girl all pushed her close to the edge. However, reality imposed its will, and brought Lisa back to earth, abruptly cutting off the buildup.
Charlotte was standing a good five or six meters away, so Lisa didn’t think she could be sure what was happening. Nevertheless, she saw Charlotte give a slow, knowing nod, as if to realize where Lisa was in the pool and what she had been doing. She then smiled and winked, saying, “Okay, honey. Just making sure. Sorry to interrupt…enjoy your evening.” She set the towels in their place and left.
Lisa gasped. Whoops. What a rush. Did that really happen? Was she a deviant? Would she be kicked out of the pool? The hotel? Would they tell her mom?
Calm down, she thought. Nobody could prove anything. Plausible deniability. Besides, Charlotte seemed cool. Surely she’d done it too. Lisa herself had done it a few times. Once, years ago, she had a conversation with her cousin Jeff while parked in front of a pool’s jets. She wasn’t sure if he could tell, but she was pretty sure he had no idea. Which was too bad – he had a nice body.
Lisa emerged from the pool again, dried off, put on her t-shirt and flip flops and collected her things. Another message from her mom: “Don’t wait up for me. Will be out late. Love you.” She smiled – the hotel room would be hers for the rest of the evening.
Lisa returned to the room, changed out of her bathing suit and put on a bathrobe. Glancing at her phone again, she saw that its battery was low, and started looking for her charger. Where is that darn thing, she thought, going through her backpack and then looking in the closet. She checked all the outlets. Nothing.
Lisa walked around the room a bit. She checked the nightstand on her side of the bed. Empty. Lisa rolled over the large bed to her mom’s side and opened that nightstand. What she saw made her eyes bulge.
In the drawer was a large, veiny dildo.
She picked it up. Did somebody leave it? That seemed unlikely. It had to be her mom’s.
She studied it. It wasn’t oversized, but big enough. Did her mom use it while she was in the pool? Lisa smelled it a little. Besides the smell of soft factory plastic, it had a whiff of…well, of her mom. But also something else. She couldn’t mistake it – the smell of sex. Of a woman.
Lisa pulled the dildo away from her nose and paused a moment. She thought that she should feel repulsed or embarrassed, but this was not the case. She felt…a bit intoxicated. Also, nervous. She looked around the room.
“Mom…?” she asked, feeling silly, as if her mother were going to spring from the closet and shout, “A-ha!”
Lisa sat with her thoughts for a moment. While she thought, she tapped the phony dick against her cheek. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she laughed out loud. It was so absurd. Her mother eye-fucked and flirted with everyone, and paraded around in front of strangers half naked. She flaunted her sexuality and, based on her earlier text, was probably out for action tonight. Lisa felt some jealousy that she couldn’t be the same way; her own sexual adventures always seemed stolen and secretive and awkward. But then again, she kind of liked that.
And now here she was, alone with her mom’s dildo. Lisa noticed her pussy felt…ready to receive.
Undoing the sash of her robe, she lay back on the bed and touched the dildo’s head to her pussy, rubbing it up and down a bit. It felt cold and stiff. She could see herself in the mirror on the wall, which turned her on even more. Lisa began to push the dildo inside herself a bit.
As she struggled to take it in, Lisa remembered back several years ago. A friend of hers, Emily, had taken a family trip to England. When Emily came back, she gave Lisa a rather odd souvenir gift: A large lollipop in the shape of Big Ben. “Uh, thanks,” Lisa said to Emily, and she brought it home and set it on her desk. Weeks later, out of curiosity, Lisa unwrapped the candy clock tower, and tasted it. It was cherry flavored and very sweet. I can’t eat this whole thing, she thought, as she lay in bed. But now it was open and she didn’t know what to do with it – well, except one thing. She pulled up her nightgown and, after licking it again, began inserting it inside her pussy, thrusting it in and out until she came, rather loudly – forgetting that her parents were home. Lisa remembered that after she came, she tasted the lollipop again. After that, she threw it in her trash can. “What’s this, didn’t you like Emily’s gift?” her mom said when she saw it lying there. “It was too sweet for me,” she said.
Lisa chuckled as she remembered Big Ben. She pulled the dildo out and gave it a suck. Wow, she thought, I’m tasting both of us. Seeing herself in the mirror, she thought she looked like a porn actress, which turned her on even more, but gave her a longing to be seen. Maybe the windows?
She stood up and opened the curtains and looked outside. She could see other buildings with some lights on, and sidewalks and parking lots below. She scanned it all but nobody seemed to notice that she was standing in a window, naked. “Hey everybody,” she thought. “Twenty-three-year-old naked female here! Holding a dildo!” She shook her chest a bit. Nobody noticed.
Drat. What to do with this mood of horniess, exhibitionism, and a hotel room to herself? Lisa thought of Alan, of course. She went on Instagram but saw he had posted a story about being out with friends, including a few pretty girls. She thought about her boyfriend, Jason, but he was not into phone or video sex. Which was ironic since they met in an online game chat lobby and talked extensively about sex as strangers.
The game lobby. There’s an idea. She opened one of her favorite games and went into the chat lobby under an alternate username and avatar. Sometimes she went in and chatted with guys, well mostly guys, from around the world. Sometimes it got sexual and kinky. Well, it could always happen if she steered it there; most of the guys on these games were lonely and horny.
She immediately attracted the attention of a user named StarGazer34. Lisa didn’t waste much time getting to the point. “You feel like playing around?” she asked.
StarGazer34 was more than ready. Turns out his name was Seong-Ho and he was from Seoul. “You can call me Ken, though,” he said. “Ken” was 34 and was a software engineer. He said he did have a girlfriend. Lisa told him a little about herself, but fudged her name. “I’m Jenny,” she told him, pulling a common name out of thin air. Barbie would have been too on the nose.
Ken asked Lisa what kind of fun she had in mind tonight. “Well…” Lisa thought. “Let’s play a game. Do you know Truth or Dare?”
“Of course,” Ken said. “Do you want to go first?” Lisa said sure, and chose truth, just to get started.
Ken typed for a bit, finally sending the query: “Have you ever been tied up during sex?”
Lisa could definitely answer that she had not. She had thought about it, but Jason wasn’t the kind of guy to know how to handle a tied-up woman. Alan, on the other hand…well she had seen handcuffs on his nightstand.
Ken chose dare. Lisa thought for a while what to ask him to do. Finally, she dared him to go to his window with the lights on, pull down his pants, and press his dick against the window for fifteen seconds.
Ken laughed in his reply. “I live with my parents, hopefully my mom isn’t in the garden,” he said. A few minutes later, he came back and said, “done.”
Lisa was now ready for a dare.
Ken dared her to go to the kitchen naked, with the lights on and curtains open, and make a sandwich. She laughed and asked “why a sandwich?” Ken replied, “I don’t know, it seems like it would take a few minutes and you’ll have to concentrate on it.”
Lisa told him, “Well, I would, but I’m not at home, I’m in a hotel room and there is no kitchen.” Ken replied with a smile and, “Ahhh, a hotel room. Let me think.”
He then gave her her dare: “Take your clothes off, go down the hall, buy yourself a soda from the machine, and come back.”
“What!” Lisa exclaimed. “That’s nuts! What if there are families? People?”
Ken inquired, what time is it there? When she told him it was after 11 p.m., he reasoned, most kids are probably in bed and there probably won’t be anyone in the hallways. If you see someone, just run back inside.
Lisa thought for a second. Would she do this? This was what she was looking for. She stood up for a moment and looked at her petite, youthful body in the mirror. Her large brown eyes stared back at her body, examining her large, long breasts and medallion nipples, her unremarkable but cute bottom, her somewhat stout legs. She touched her cropped black hair and smiled meekly. Her mom was always parading about with confidence, and what’s more, Caterina was always trying to pump up Lisa’s confidence, to little avail. She just wasn’t her sexy, outgoing mother. But she did acknowledge that she was cute and in the prime of her young adulthood. And she was a woman – a woman being seen naked wasn’t going to catch the same trouble as a man, fair or not.
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