Locked out

The cool night air sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel the goosebumps forming on her skin. Pauline gave the door a few more yanks before she had to just accept it. She was not just locked out of her hotel room she was locked out of her hotel naked. Pauline looked around with a fearful look in her eye. The parking lot was dimly lit, and the only sound was the distant hum of cars driving by on the nearby highway. The lot was deserted with a few parked cars here and there. Pauline's mind began to race as the full horrid reality of her situation dawned. She threw her arms back over her privates. Pauline realized she'd do anything to be streaking through the halls again.

She took a deep breath, and with a burst of adrenaline, Pauline started to sprint across the asphalt, her bare feet pounding against the cold ground. The sound of her own footsteps echoed through the night air, and a chill running down her spin as the cool night air refused to let her forget she was naked. Her eyes darted everywhere, fearing what she might see - security guards, police cars, or worse, the angry lady from the hallway.

Suddenly she saw something approaching. It was the headlights of a car peeking out from the side of the hotel. Pauline froze. She could feel her heart falling as far down as possible until the car emerged from behind the building and Pauline jumped into action. She scurried behind a nearby truck, her nipples hardening as they pressed against the cold steel, and peeked put to watch the car pass. It thankfully did so without incident. Pauline exhaled and hung her head back in relief, but only for a second.

"How did this happen." Pauline whined. "I-I can't take this. I need to get back inside."

Pauline's eyes scanned the hotel's facade, desperately searching for an escape route. The walls seemed to loom over her, casting long shadows that stretched and twisted in the dim light. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. Suddenly, her gaze landed on a platform jutting out of the hotel's first two floors. On top was a metallic fence with greenery snaking around them. It was the hotel garden, a small oasis on the third floor, a tranquil retreat for guests seeking a moment of peace and quiet. Her eyes quickly locked on a wide opening on the fence with a warning sign plastered in front of it. Part of the fence was broken.

A small flicker of hope appear in Pauline's eyes but it threatened to go out immediately upon remembering that the garden was on the 3rd floor. However as she looked further she noticed that right beneath the window was a large garden trellis, its wooden latticework covered in a tangled mess of greenery that stretched all the way to the ground. While not quiet two stories tall if could function well as a ladder up.to the opening. With a surge of determination and not a moment of hesitation, Pauline sprinted towards the wall, her eyes fixed on the trellis. Her hands grasping for the wooden slats. Its wooden frame creaked as she began to climb, her bare feet digging into the wood as she ascended. The trellis swayed precariously the entire climb clearly it wasn't designed to hold a full grown woman. If a single board cracked underneath her she'd lively crash all the way back to the ground. She could be seriously injured but the caremal beauty tried not to think about that and kept climbing. The leaves of the greenery tangled around the trellis tickled her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she climbed. The sensation was almost pleasant, a brief distraction from the fear in her heart.

"Oh god oh god." Pauline said as she climbed. "What if someone sees me? What if I fall? Jesus I can't even guess which would be worse."

Pauline focuses on the opening, pushing her many fears and doubts out of her mind. She hauled herself up, her arms and legs pumping in a frantic rhythm. Until, she arrived at the top. The trellis ended a few feet from the thrid floor so she'd have to give up her hand holds. With a deep breath and the last of her courage Pauline took a few more step up the trellis carefully maintaining her balance with juat her legs. Her steps were slow and precise, she knew one misstep would send her tumbling to the ground.

Finally she stood on the top rung of the trellis legs shaken nervously. She looked up and realized she still wasnt high enough.

"Seriously?" She pouted. With no other choice Pauline resorted to simply reaching for it. Desperately grabbing at the edge of the building so she could pull herself up. She was almost there when she heard a loud cracking sound and felt the wooden plank she was balancing on begin to buckle.

"No," Pauline grunted definitely. She reached further and just as the plank broke Pauline grabbed the edge. The trellis was no longer supporting her. Pauline was now hanging by the strength of her fingers.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" Pauline squealed as she swayed back and forth. "This is completely nuts."

As Pauline hung there in panic, a loud cracking rumble began to grow beneath her feet. She carefully looked down and her eyes widened at the sight. The entire trellis, the structure she had so relied on began to lean. It was slow at first only moving slightly forward away from the wall. But then it got further. And fell faster. Until like a mightly oak it began to fall screaming loudly through the quiet night until it smashed into the ground with a great clatter and shattered into a million piece.

Pauline hung there, mouth agasp, barely able to comprehend what she had done. However it didn't matter. All that mattered to her in thsi moment was getting back inside. Pauline pulled her self up from the ledge. Her arms trembling with exhaustion. She crawled through the gap and stepped onto the dewy grass, her bare feet sinking into the cool moisture. For a moment, she simply stood there, hunched over, catching her breath and listening to the sound of her own heartbeat. The garden was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of a cricket and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

"ha ha ha," Pauline quietly laughed. She felt like she had just woken up from a bad dream. As she looked up, Pauline's eyes adjusted to the dim light, and she took in her surroundings. The garden was a small, intimate space, filled with a riot of colorful flowers and the sweet scent of what must have been jasmine. A cobblestone path cut through the grass and cirled the garden, a few benches left out for guests to take a load off. In it's center was a scaled down replica of Michaelangelo's David. Standing proudly just as naked as Pauline was.

"I don't know how you do it, Dave," Pauline sighed as she looked on at him. "Guess you've just got more confidence than me.

Pauline's heart was still beating mile a minute. Wanting to calm down the caramel beauty took a moment to relax. She walked over towards one of the benches. Her naked butt indenting between the benches tiny beams.

Pauline smelled the sweet scent of jasmine wafted through the air, and heard the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. It all created a soothing sensation. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill her lungs, and began to calm down. Her heart rate slowed, and her trembling subsided as she gazed around the garden. The colorful flowers seemed to glow in the dim light, and the sound of the cricket provided a sense of comfort.

She began to wonder if her nudity was enhancing this sense of tranquility when Pauline heard the soft creak of the garden door. Her head snapped towards the sound, and her heart skipped a beat. Someone was coming in and all of the naked woman's zen vanished in an instant.

Thinking fast Pauline vaulted behind the bench and into a bush and was ingulfed in leafy branches. She holding her breath as she peeked through the leaves watching as a figure stepped into the garden. An older man in a suit pranced through the gardens enjoying the sights and sounds just as she had. She held perfectly still, her eyes fixed on the man as it moved deeper into the garden. She hoped he was just taking a short stroll or maybe investigating the crash before going back inside, but instead he took a seat on the bench across from her and pulled out a book. Pauline just managed to keep her defeated screams inside.

"Oh great now I'm stuck here." Pauline whispered. She turned her gaze towards the hole in the fence and thought about the knocked over trellis. "It won't be long before the hotel employees start investigating that. If they find out what I did?"

A brief imagine of Pauline lying naked in the grass being handcuffed flashed in the latina womans mind. Security had grabbed her and guests had gathered to see what the commotion was. She was then lifted up onto her feet with her hands stuck behind her back. The crowd of guests gasped at the sight of her exposed form.

"No," Pauline said. A little louder then planned. The old man briefly looked up from her book in curiosity before quickly returning to it. Pauline sighed in relief. "Ive got to get out of here."