An affair

On decorated armchair, a breaded man, wich Camille recognizes immediatly as the concierge, is sitting with his pants lowered to his ankles and and his head tilted back on the headrest.
In front of him, kneeled beween his legs a blonde woman seems to be giving him a blowjob.
Now, with the scene in her sight, she has even the impression to hear the sounds produced by the woman's mouth, which she didn't before.

She is wearing a red summer dress, but the upper portion is rolled up on her waist, leaving her ample, natural chest completely exposed.
Her head quietly bobs up and down, almost hypnotically.

Camille remains motionless, totally shocked by the view and at the same time somewhat entranced.
How could she imagine something like that? Witnessing a secret affair between what seems to me a customer of the resort and the aged concierge.

As the young woman attempts a step back, the wooden floor under her creaks imperceptibly.

She has to leave quickly as possible, she knows it, but she can't afford to be caught spying on them.
It would be the most embarassing moment of her whole life.
The couple seem lost in their activity, but maybe it's best to wait for an opportunity.
If they are distracted, or start to talk again, they wouldn't notice her leaving, even if she make a little noise, and she could just run for it out to the reception's desk.

For now she is safe and unseen where she is, hidden by the door and shrouded by the dark hallway.

On the other hand, remaing there longer, could mean getting busted any moment if someone shows up in the hallway.