Part 2

“Shit!” she said, and in a panic, she broke her rule about touching door handles with her bare hands. She grabbed it and pulled. Thankfully, it opened.

“Oh thank god….” She said. Then she CURSED herself for thinking it would lock in the first place! Now her bra was gone, and she had probably just contracted some crazy disease by touching that filthy door knob.

All she had left now was the shoes and the towel, and it was her own damn fault!

The panicky feeling started up again, as did the throbbing. Given how difficult it was going to be to keep her curvy body somewhat covered with the smallish towel alone, Jess was now faced with exactly WHAT to cover.

“UUhhh….ok….focus Jess. Oh god…what do I do now??” she said out loud. She came up with one option right away. She remembered seeing a phone in the elevator lobby just down the hall…maybe she could call down to the front desk and have a key sent up? She quickly decided that was the “least exposing” way to go…provided that no one came up the elevator or down the hall while she was there!

She took a deep breath, and tried to figure out exactly how to wear the towel. Once again, she tried to wrap it around her upper half. Once again, it would not come close — given her ample breasts. So she was forced to wrap it around her waist. Like before, her full rear end and hips swayed and jiggled quite a bit as she walked, so she needed to keep an eye on things potentially loosening up. Without the bra, she needed to use both hands to cover her bare chest.

She slowly started to walk in the direction of the elevators. She could hear TV’s on in at least two rooms, and a phone conversation in a third. Her stomach was full of butterflies as she made her way down past the closed doors, her mind projecting that any one of them could open without warning and she would be seen instantly. She tried to mentally prepare for that occurrence. Of course, the throbs got progressively more noticeable, and pleasurable. With Jess now having to keep her breasts covered with her hands, her rock hard nipples were tingling like mad under her soft palms. Feeling a little daring, just for the shortest of moments, Jess stopped walking, took a quick glance around, then took a deep breath and gave her breasts a little squeeze.

“Oohhh…” she said, as a ripple of yummy went right through her. It felt so good, she didn’t have to think twice about doing it again.

“Uhh…oh yeah…” she said, her eyes closing. Another squeeze, then a rub. More throbs, actually, pulsations now. She knew that if she kept it up much longer, an Orgasm was on the horizon. She got so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that when her towel lost it’s grip on her hips it nearly dropped to the floor.

But her germ-o-phobic side won the battle with her Horny, sexy, steamy side — and she was able to catch the towel just as it reached her knees — keeping it from becoming tainted by the filth on the floor.

“Oh god…wow. OK Jess….no more distractions.” She muttered to herself as she re-wrapped the towel around her bare waist, hips and curvy rear. The problem was, the throbs that had now morphed into a constant pulsing…well that REALLY felt good. Jess was finding it difficult to focus. Even remembering which direction (right or left) the elevators were was a stretch for her. She continued down the hall once she figured it out.

As she approached the little turn into the elevator lobby, she slowed down considerably, and peered around the corner. She saw the three elevators, and the small table all the way at the end, where the phone sat.

Her heart started to race (even faster than it already was) as she realized that to use the phone, she would be very vulnerable to anyone coming off the elevator…essentially standing at the end of a dead-end hallway. She waited another few seconds, and did not hear any noises coming from the elevators, so she decided that it was now or never.

She dashed in front of the elevators, and after a few quick, somewhat unsteady steps in her heels, felt her towel start to loosen. This time, Her hands were not quick enough to catch it, and it dropped to the floor behind her. She squealed in horror, and made a split second decision to just stop, grab it, and run to the phone without putting it back on, just to save time. She literally held it between her left thumb and forefinger, and kept it at arms length from her body….now that it had touched the floor.

She looked at the phone. It had been FOREVER since Jess had used a (gross) public phone. True, this was an extenuating set of circumstances, but still. Who knows who had used it last? Or sneezed into it?

Deciding that the towel was the cleaner option at this point, Jess used it as a buffer between her hand and the phone as she picked up the handset, and dialed 0.

Just as it started to ring, she heard an elevator start up.

“Oh no!!” she said in a panic.

Cover up with a dirty towel, or get caught totally naked. This was the choice she was now faced with. And she had seconds to decide.

Modesty prevailed this time. She tried to cradle the phone handset between her shoulder and cheek (yuck!) as she used her hands to get the towel back on. Almost instantly the phone slipped out and crashed on the table.

“Hello…front desk…” she could faintly hear in the receiver.

“OOooo!!” the towel dropped again as she picked up the phone handset. She misjudged the length of the cord that connected the handset to the base, and the base went flying off of the table.

“Aaahh!!” she exclaimed in a panic. She put the handset to up her ear, yanking the base of the phone across the floor.

“Hello? Hello? I’m locked out!” she said into the receiver. There was a loud click, then dial tone.

Then….a loud DING!

“Oh no…” was all Jess had time to say before the doors of the elevator right in front of her slid open.

The world started to move slowly now.

Jess could only glance at the doors with a shocked look on her face as the couple, a short, cute Asian man and woman — maybe in their 60’s — stepped out of the elevator, then stopped in their tracks at the site of the busty, curvy, and naked brunette who greeted them on the 4th floor.

They both started to grin immediately. Jess froze for a second, her whole body starting to tingle a little, and she felt warm from head to toe. The pulsations got a little more intense, and she was acutely aware of the throb from her nipples as they grew impossibly harder.

Still, she was so nervous and embarrassed that she couldn’t even take a breath.

The woman said something (in Chinese maybe??) to the man, and he said something back. They both smiled wider.

“Oh….oh….uh…” Jess muttered. She dropped the phone. It hit the floor with a little clatter, causing the couple to flinch a bit. Then she slapped one hand on her right breast, and the other between her legs.

Simultaneously, all 6 eyes in that lobby dropped to the little white towel, laying in a heap on the floor directly between Jess and the couple. Jess — frozen in fear — watched helplessly as the little woman stooped to snatch it up.

A big ripple went through Jess that caused her to moan, just a little.

“Oohh…” she swallowed hard. She had never felt so helpless, nervous, or embarrassed in her entire life.

“My….my towel…” she said, her hand alternating from one breast to the other, shifting her weight from right to left, keeping her other hand clamped between her legs, biting her lower lip. She could see herself in the big mirror that hung on the wall between the elevators, just over the heads of the shorter Asian couple. She was really putting on quite a show. Her hands really had a hard time keeping anything covered, and she was unable to keep them still for more than a second at a time.

The woman said something to her husband again, and he snickered this time, then reached into his pocket.

“Please…my towel…I’m….I’m naked.” Jess sputtered. Her heart pounded, and she felt week in the knees, like she may pass out. But one thing was becoming quite clear to her…she was getting more aroused by the second. Seeing her towel in that woman’s hand….the last stitch of ANYTHING that she had to wear, other than her shoes, was both disconcerting, and at the same time, pushing her even closer to that Orgasm that had been welling up since this whole ordeal began.

And when the man pulled his hand out of his pocket, and brandished his shiny little camera…well…

CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.

He got off 3 shots before Jess even knew what he was doing.

“What? Wait…no!!” she put both hands out towards him, baring everything.

CLICK. CLICK

Her feet seemed to be glued to the carpet, because despite her best intentions to lunge for the camera, or her towel, or an escape, she remained fixed to that spot.

“Please, stop…” hands now in her hair, striking a very distraught pose, and baring all of her ample assets to the lens of the little Canon S95 camera. CLICK. Hands now diving between her curvy thighs, big naked boobs pressed together between her upper arms. CLICK CLICK. Hands back on her boobs…sort of. CLICK.

“Oh god…please sir…just…stop…” CLICK. The woman cackled a little, then said something to her husband, who took two more pics, then put the camera in his pocket.

They turned, and headed down towards the main hall. Jessica closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief as she watched them round the corner out of site.

Until she realized that the woman was still carrying her towel.

“No…wait!” she said. This time her feet and legs worked, and she quickly stepped (and bounced and jiggled) after the couple, who were already a good 30 or 40 feet ahead of her down the hall.

“Um….excuse me?” she called after the couple, who stopped and turned. Jessica stopped, and quickly covered up with her hands. “Could I please have my towel back?” she said, and pointed to the towel, now over the woman’s shoulder. GOD she felt sooooo embarrassed and exposed standing naked in front of them like this! In the hallway! It was almost dream-like….

The woman and man exchanged a few words, then snickered. The woman grabbed the towel, and was about to toss it to Jessica, when her expression changed into an evil little smirk.

Jessica had raised up her hands to catch the towel, as it looked like the woman was about to throw it to her (still some 20 feet away). A smile crept across the woman’s lips as she slowly lowered the towel, and just held it at her side.

“What…why won’t you…” Jessica started, then flinched as the man snapped off a few more pictures. She quickly dropped her hands back down. The couple shared a laugh, then slid their key card through the lock on the door next to them, and disappeared into their room…with the towel.

“Oh god no…” Jess said to herself. She had never felt so helpless, or humiliated in her life! What a horrible couple! They had taken her towel, and a bunch of pictures! Just great. She would be immortalized in all her naked glory for those two. Unless they…oh god…posted them on the Internet! Jess could not bare the thought. She tried to push it from her mind and focus on the task at hand, getting back into her room.

At least she still had her shoes on…as silly as she felt in them! Naked in heels — she looked like a Penthouse Forums letter, come to life! The alternative of her bare feet on the disgusting hotel carpet was….well….disgusting!

She considered for a moment knocking on the door of the Asian couple’s room to try and negotiate for her towel, but she quickly dismissed that plan as it most certainly would result in more pictures.

She decided that her only recourse short of biting the bullet and walking down to the lobby, was to try the phone again.

With the couple now behind the door of their room, the pulsations subsided, just a little. It was enough though that Jess could focus on what to do next.

She dashed back to the elevators, hands on her breasts to keep them from bouncing too much. The phone was laying on the floor, right where she left it just moments ago. “Great…” she said. Still not willing to touch the phone with her bare hand, she nudged it upright with the toe of her shoe, and then clicked the off-hook button a few times to try and get a dial-tone. The loud beeping stopped, but there was no dial-tone. Jess crouched down low to make sure, but there was only silence coming from the handset.

“Shit!” Jess said, clicking the button with her foot a few more times in futility. “Just great…” she realized that the phone must have gotten damaged when it crashed to the floor during her first attempt to use it.

“Well, I’m sure they have a phone on every floor…” she looked at the elevator. A shiver went down her spine as she thought about riding the elevator in the nude. She quickly decided that staying on this floor wasn’t exactly a better option.

“Oh GAWD!” she exclaimed as she walked over and hit the elevator call button (like she always did, with her knee. Who knows who touched it last??).

She jumped a bit when the doors instantly sprang open — the elevator still there from when the older couple exited just moments earlier. She took a deep breath, and stepped in. Tingling commenced in certain areas, pulsations intensified in others. The doors closed, and Jess stared at the buttons and tried to decide which floor to go to. She decided that the 5th floor was the best option so that she’d only go up one floor, making her return trip quick once the front desk sent someone up with a key.

As she shifted her weight to use her knee again to hit the 5 button, the elevator lurched into action. It only took a second or two before Jessica realized that she was descending, not ascending.

“Huh? What the…?” she quickly brought her knee up and pressed the 5 button a few times, but the elevator continued to fall. She watched the lighted numbers above the door change from 4 to 3…

“Oh god…oh god no…not the lobby!” Jess started to panic. Someone must have called the elevator from down there before she had a chance to select a floor! She remembered that the elevators in this particular hotel are dead center of the lobby, facing the front desk, and just to the left of the front doors. Needless to say, when the doors opened, there would be no place for her to hide.

The pulses started to get crazy enjoyable. Hands still on her bare breasts, Jess gave in, and started to squeeze a little. She bit her lower lip a bit.

“Ooohh ….oh god…everyone is gonna see me….naked…..oh…..mmmmm…..”

She was losing control now a little, everything getting hazy.

2…

“Ohmigod I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” her legs muscles tensed a little, and she leaned her bare rear against the cool steel back wall of the elevator. Her right hand made it’s way from her right breast down her belly…her left hand now squeezing and rubbing her left breast with more vigor.

Lobby…