Head for lobby

James pocked his head out from the behind a wall and scanned the next hallway. His breath was labored and his heart rate elevated. When he was sure the way forward was clear he sprunted out down the hall cupping his junk with both hands. He didn't have his bag. He didn't have his key! James had no way back into his hotel room. Was he just going to have to sprint around the hotel lobby all night hoping no more beautiful, scantily clad woman ran into him? No, he had one other option. One way to get back inside but it still required some small level of humiliation. James dropped down to his knees to hide behind a decorative plant. He gazed through the leaves and saw his target. The lobby. The only way he could get another key was from reception. James just really hoped there wasn't a woman manning the desk.

He waited a second for his heart rate to settle down before going for it, sprinting through the lobby stark naked. The slapping of his feet against the reflective tiles echoes so loud through the lobby, James feared he would wake the entire hotel. He didn't even bother covering letting his dick flop around as he went.

James made it about halfway there, feeling pretty good about himself, when he heard it. The dinging of an elevator. There was a wall between the elevator area and the rest of the hotel, but James moved like there wasn't. Before the elevator doors even opened, James had flung himself behind a small couch in the lobby. There was nothing behind it, so he was still technically in the open just not from the direction of the elevator.

Jame's heart sank when he heard it. The giggling of woman. He peeked out and saw four gorgeous women walk out of the elevator area in low cut dressed and short skirts. James ducked his head back behind the couch and waited.

Ok they're dressed up, so that means they're going out just give it a few minutes and they'll be gone.

And just as James had hoped three beautiful girls marched for the door. From his angle he got a good look at their clean-shaven legs. Unfortunately for James there were four girls.

"Yeah, yeah we're on our way. You gonna be there first?" The girl asked the person on the other side of the line. "No, I don't know how long it will take. Well, don't blame me I'm not going to be driving."

The final girl remained in the lobby. A gorgeous redhead in a yellow skintight dress arguing with someone over the phone. She wasn't a curvaceous as Mackenzie, but she was still something to look at. James knew all this unfortunately because she had decided to have this conversation right next to the couch he was hiding behind. He held his breath as she wandered to the side of the couch. All she to do was turn her head slightly to the side and look down. Then it would all be over. It felt like Jame's heart was banging on the floor beneath him like a drum.

Fortunately, she didn't look down. Instead turning away involuntary showing James her backless dress and rounded ass. The naked man couldn't help but stare.

"Look can we talk about this later. Yes, I've got the stuff. Ugh I don't need to check, ok?"

As her discussion got more intense the blonde chose to sit down on the corner of the coach. Her left ass cheek stretching out in James's direction.

He almost gasped.

Her butt was immaculate. Big, smooth, probably bouncy, and contained only by a thin layer of fabric. James's bit his lip. Why was this hotel full of smoking hot redheads! Then James felt movement between his legs.

'Oh no no no no no!' He screamed to himself as his erection grew larger. He couldn't imagine a worse scenario to get caught in.

He imagined meeting this girl under different circumstances. James's walking out of the elevator dressed in his finest suit with his hair slicked back approaching this beauty, striking up a conversation, then maybe joining her for a night on the town. Instead, he was cowering naked behind a couch, hoping he wasn't caught with his mast raised.

The redhead's voice grew louder, more frustrated, and James's anxiety spiked as he worried she'd turn around and catch him in his, ahem, excited state. But then, mercifully, she stood up, her backless dress clinging to her curves as she paced away from the couch. James let out a silent sigh of relief as she walked towards the lobby doors, her heels clicking on the tile floor. He peeked around the edge of the couch, watching as she pushed through the doors and disappeared into the night.

As the doors swung shut behind her, James felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with relief. He'd dodged a big bullet.

"I gotta get outta here."

James sprang into action, grabbing two pillows from the couch to cover his crotch and ass. He awkwardly juggled the pillows, trying to position them in a way that would conceal his nakedness. The pillows were a bit too small, and James's hands trembled as he held them in place. He took a deep breath and made a dash for the front desk, his bare feet slapping against the cool tile floor.

As he approached the desk, James's eyes darted towards the receptionist, hoping against hope that it was a man or, at the very least, a woman who wouldn't notice his predicament.

James's eyes landed on the receptionist, and his heart sank. It was a woman, likely in her mid 30s with a bob haircut and a hotel uniform She was typing away on her computer with a bored expression, oblivious to James's naked, pillow-clad form. He hesitated, his feet rooted to the spot, as he debated whether to approach her or run off. But he knew he had **** - he needed a new room key, and he needed it now.

Taking a deep breath, James awkwardly shuffled towards the desk, his pillows clutched tightly in front of him. The receptionist didn't even look up as he approached, too engrossed in her work.

James, still clutching the pillows in front of him, cleared his throat nervously. The receptionist glanced up from her computer screen, her eyes flicking over James for a brief moment before returning to her work. She didn't seem to notice or care that he was standing there, naked except for the two pillows he was using to cover himself.

"Excuse me," James stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I, uh, I need a new room key. I, um, lost mine."

The receptionist nodded, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she pulled up James's information on the computer screen.

"Name," she said softly.

"Um, James." He muttered, surprised this was her first question. "James M-Masterson. Room uh 453."

"And what is the nature of your stay with us this evening?"

"Umm business trip." James said a bit calmer. He couldn't believe he was getting away with this. "I've been staying here for a few days."

After another round of clicks a high pitched *bleep* came from the computer.

"Found you." She said before reaching into drawer and pulling out a card. She placed it on a scanner next to her computer. After a soft flash she lifts the card and hands it too James.

"This should work." She stated plainly. "Have a good night."

James couldn't believe it. Here he was standing butt naked in front of this woman and yet somehow, she hadn't seen him. It felt like all his luck was being wasted in this one moment. He felt almost frozen in shock. A moment later James saw the receptionist start to wave the card with her finger. Clearly, she was getting tired of holding it for him. Fearing she was about to turn to uncover what was taking so long James quickly went to retrieve the card. But with his hands full instincts convinced him to grab the card with him teeth. This somehow worked and James quickly turned around to sprint for the elevator. He was almost home free.