Get Help, From The Person in the Room Across From Hers

Emma raced across the corridor, to the room on the other side, all the time holding on to her towel. She knocked.

"Wait a minute - who is it?"

It had just got worse, Brian was presumably in the shower or something, and behind her she could hear footsteps. "My name is Emma and I need your help!"

"Ok. Just wait a minute."

"Quick, quick.” She said loudly.

But it was too late. The footsteps were right behind her. She tried to look nonchalant, starting to walk down the corridor. Emma heard the pause, the intake of breath, the confirmation the towel still did not meet in the middle. It was a man, it had to be a man, and he looked back at her as he passed and nodded but he was not really looking at her face, no, he was looking her up and down and not making much secret of it. His broad grin was a complete giveaway. She supposed it had been an appreciative nod - one of approval (bastard).

Emma watched the man's retreating figure. Just as he reached the corner he turned and looked at her again. His grin had not lessened (men!).

The door opened and she turned. He had indeed been in the shower and had just a towel around his waist, its ends clutched behind him. No problem for him as it fully covered what needed to be covered. He gaped at seeing Emma dressed in so little and stepped towards her. She knew just how she appeared with her boobs almost popping out of the top of the towel and all sorts of interesting things - to a man - almost appearing at its base. He was clearly stunned by her appearance - not so much her being there but how she looked. After a half step he was, seemingly, rooted to the spot, he was lost for words. Behind him the door was slowly closing, the fire door closer doing its job and in slow but inexorable motion. They both stood and stared at each unspeaking. They were not paying attention to the door. Then Emma found voice:

"Hey, watch out."

He began to take another step towards her, not realizing what her warning meant, and the door moved its last half inch and closed catching the edge of his towel just as he moved. As he stepped away it caught, was held, pulled and came off, leaving him damp, pink and completely naked in the corridor with Emma and her tiny towel. Instinctively her eyes dropped and she got quite a shock. He had the largest cock she had ever seen. It looked to be about 9 inches long.

He squeaked - literally squeaked and grabbed at the towel pulling at it. It was quite a ridiculous sight and Emma almost burst out laughing at the sight of him tugging frantically at his towel as it remained firmly trapped in the door, his cock bouncing around as he pulled. It just would not come away. It was completely stuck in the closing door. Emma would have laughed out loud in derision had not, firstly, she been in almost the same predicament and, secondly, there were more footsteps coming.

"Quick, in here." It was a broom closet. It was small and cluttered with cleaning equipment. Emma dragged him in with one hand and with the other pulled the door closed behind them, unfortunately releasing her hand on her towel. It slipped down a little. It was cramped in the closet and brought them up close and personal - indeed no separation at all. It was not just that her arm was touching his bare arm but her breasts were pressed against his naked. The footsteps came closer and stopped. It was a man and a woman talking and they stopped right outside the closet - of all places. Perhaps they were looking at the man’s towel hanging from his room's door.

Emma held still, not saying a word, hardly daring to breathe as she listened. So, conscious her towel had slipped to the floor. She could only retrieve it once they were out of the cupboard. There was not room to bend down and get it until they were out of the closet - but then, she realized, this man would be able to see her. The thought of this man seeing her naked was awful. It was awful being tight against him, skin to skin, it would be even worse to be seen naked by him. It then came to her that the man was moving: no, not his hands or arms or legs or head but unbelievably and awfully he was having an erection. Pressed face to face in the closet, breast to breast, his cock was obviously stirring and growing. His already huge cock was growing bigger and poking into the curls of her pubic hair. She could feel it. The man's genitalia were touching her vagina - really poking at it! Something in her worst nightmares she had never imagined!

Emma could not even say "Don't do that." given the people outside the door. She did not even dare nudge him and, in any case, what could he do? It was, after all, an involuntary, natural reaction. Men had erections. Simple as that. Unsurprising, really, when pushed up against a naked woman. Even she could not find fault with him for that. There it was, she could most definitely feel it, growing and poking right at her. The awful idea jumped into her head of the little thing suddenly coming and leaving sticky, white semen to matt her curly hair. His stupid penis - she could not really believe it was so big - pumping his stuff onto her. The further embarrassment of a man's cum dripping from her pubes adding to her existing nudity.

There was no sudden feeling of spurting, no hot wetness: just the feel of a huge hard cock and the terrible consciousness of being tightly and up against this man, skin to skin. So not what she had ever wanted to do! At last the voices moved off. Emma pushed at the door - it did not budge. Again, an awful image: being trapped and getting hotter and sweatier with this man in the closet and being unable to stop him pushing his cock up between her legs and having sexual intercourse. And then she felt the man's hand moving and touching her hip.

"What are you doing?" She hissed.

"The handle," he explained and the door opened.

The light flooded in and Emma stepped out looking first up and down the corridor before turning and bending down to reach for her towel only to come face to face with his erection. It was perfectly proportioned and it was now about 13 inches long in its erect state. It was indeed clearly and very firmly erect: big ruddy pink swollen head, foreskin and all. Emma put the towel back around her body.

“My name is Brian by the way.”

All of the sudden there were, the sound of more footsteps. Hurriedly she got back into the closet. Brian's hands flew to hide his penis as Emma stepped back into the closet and pulled the door closed plunging them back into darkness and safety.

This time instead of Brian's cock exploring her intimate curls she had pushed herself in onto his hands. The footsteps got closer and they both froze as the footsteps passed and receded.

"Could you possibly take your hands away from my thighs and make that thing go down." Emma did not know which was worse: a pair of hands at her pubes or Brian's hard little cock touching her.

"Sorry. I... what are we going to do? Indeed, why are you here at all?"

"You're the man. Isn't it your job to lead?" Emma could not avoid the nasty sarcasm.

"What were you doing at my door with precious little on? I mean I know you girls find me irresistible but..."

"Shut up, Brian. I had done the same thing as you have just, so brilliantly done, (prat) - locked myself out. I'd come to ask you to go to reception and get my key."

"I'd better do that then."

He opened the door, peered out and went to pull again at his towel. It remained stuck fast in the door. Brian returned to the closet and got in with Emma.

"Bugger. It's stuck. Can I have your towel, Emma."

"No, you bloody can't"

"And how am I going to go down to reception then? I can't be seen like this."

"Why not, you would get lots of women’s phone numbers, with huge cock of your?" The instant she said it, she regretted it.

She relented, "Oh, alright here it is."

There was fumbling, inappropriate but accidental touching in the dark of the cupboard and bumping together as Brian put the towel around himself. "It doesn't meet in the middle."

"Must do." Emma instinctively reached out her hand to where the join would be. Brian was quite correct, there was a gap, a gap big enough for Brian's genitalia to poke through and her hand had unerringly gone right for that; she couldn't have been more accurate if she had tried. It was still hard. She could feel that. The smooth head was pushed into her palm and her fingers were curled under his hairy scrotum. Bloody hell, Brian's balls were resting on her fingers! Emma snatched her hand away as if she had touched hot coals.

"Oh," went Brian, "Oh."

"Sorry, bad aim. Well, you'll have to hold it at the back like I did."

"What and show my arse to everyone in the Reception?"

"Hold it at the fucking side then. Go and get my key!"

"I'll feel such a fool."

"You'll look it." It was a stupid thing to have said and Emma instantly knew it.

"But Brian, please. Really, I can't go with my... err my boobs all showing. Have a heart." Emma could not think she could go down with just the towel, either her nipples would pop over the towel or, worse, her sex would show beneath and it didn't join up anyway. Imagine being in the lift and then people getting into it - again - male people all looking at her and suddenly her hand slipping and her boobs popping out over the top of the white towel or worse dropping the whole thing again.

"It's your bloody fault." Brian was having a go.

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Yes, sorry." She could not say much else - not when she was asking such a favour.

There was a sigh. Brian was going to do it.

And then the door was pulled open and light flooded in. It was two elderly women and they screamed. Brian grabbed Emma’s hand and they ran down the corridor turning left and through the first door they found, it was a door labelled 'Fire Exit.' They were not pursued and several floors down they paused for breath.

"Fuck," said Emma. "Why did we run?"

They were standing naked on concrete stairs. Brian with her towel in his hand. Emma simply could not imagine how this could have happened to her. To be standing, as if at a nudist colony, with Brian, and both showing off everything to the other.

"My towel please." She did not like Brian seeing her body.

He handed it to her. It hid most of her leaving him exposed. His now wilted little penis hanging and looking ridiculous.

"We were more than startled, I think. They probably thought we were fucking. Must have heard our voices and been puzzled."

It would not have been an unreasonable assumption given Brian's erection on show. It wasn't on show now.

"You wait here and I'll go to Reception. I'll need the towel." Brian said.

Reluctantly Emma revealed herself again. Brian was looking right at her. It felt like doing a striptease. Letting him see her big breasts, letting him see the landing strip of curly hair, revealing to him her preference in pubic coiffure. As she pulled the towel away, once more, she found herself looking at Brian's cock.

It was, though, the wrong staircase. The plan of going to Reception suddenly not so easy. The staircase was a fire exit: not an exit to the hotel. Worse, there was no handle allowing access back into the hotel. Not on any floor, as they soon found out. Slowly they descended seeing handle less door after handle less door. Brian leading with her towel. Emma cross every time Brian turned and saw her naked. Of course, there was a handle at the bottom, a crush handle but when they tried it they could see where it opened onto. They realized there was no way back into the floors, the only way out was at the ground floor and that was out into the (bloody) car park not the Reception.

"Fuck," said Emma again.

"No, thanks," responded Brian.

"Oh, bloody ha, ha!" His self-confidence seemed to have returned completely - it was more than hers had. "What do we do now. Do we stay in the staircase all night or try to get back into the main hotel?"

The finality of the closing seventh floor fire door hit them. Naked or nearly naked it did not really matter. There they were.

"I don't know how far it is to the Reception."

"You'll have to go, then you come back with something for me to put on." Emma knew she was going to have to see her towel going off with Brian out of the door.

There was a noise, a noise above them on the stairs. Footsteps. They looked at each other.