Scratch a certain "itch"

The red head had a slight blush, as she took a deep breath, looking at her naked self. Slowly, she ran her hands up and down her body, brushing her fingers against her hard nipples, and let out a slight gasp. A tingle shot through her as she gave it a light pinch. Then she felt herself, running down her stomach and then tracing her inner thighs.

Mackenzie let out a subtle moan.

She bit her lip, thinking about all the things that happened over the course of the night. It had started with a simple mistake, followed by a lot of luck and close calls, only to find out later there was nothing to fear, aside from a bit of embarrassment. This state of arousal had pushed her there, and it was time to answer her needs.

First Mackenzie stood up, and spread out the towel on the bed. Then she laid down on it, and spread herself out, loving how open and free she felt. Maybe she could make this hotel a regular vacation spot. But for now her hands began to wander and trace her smooth skin.

Before long, one was stimulating her breasts, as the other was rubbing her aching lips. Her motions were slow at first, but soon she began to increase in speed.

"Ohhh..."

Mackenzie's head swirled at all the thoughts of exposure. She started to squeeze her breast tighter and rub her pussy harder, earning louder moans of pleasure. She lifted her hips and curled her toes. The red head clenched her teeth and closed her eyes.

Her fantasies ran around. She imagined doing these lewd things everywhere. Mackenzie thought of pleasuring herself in front of the ice machine, doing it in the elevator waiting for someone to find her. Letting that hot tub jet finish her. Those thoughts surged the arousal.

Finally, Mackenzie crashed into orgasm letting out a scream as her moist lips were making a mark on the towel underneath her. She rubbed herself furiously, and opened her eyes, as she came again. She bucked her hips and bounced on the bed.

Her hand fell away, as she panted. The lingering arousal hung in her mind. This hotel was clothing optional, and judging by what Emily said, she could get away with all those things.

She giggled to herself. For the rest of her time in the hotel, she decided she would be naked. She would lounge in her room without so much as a sock. A swimsuit would never conceal her nudity here. Maybe she would even finish what she started at that hot tub.

Mackenzie's stamina had been spent from finally getting relief. She laid on bed completely nude and dozed off with naughty thoughts. During her little nap, her hands drifted towards her stomach, but did little more.

A few minutes later, Mackenzie slowly woke up. She had blushed as she remembered everything she thought of doing. Now that she was less horny, all those ideas sounded crazy. Maybe she could stand lounging around her room naked, but didn't want to risk more than that, regardless of the rules.

There was a subtle rumble in her stomach, so she thought to put some clothes on and then order room service. So the nude red head willed herself up to her feet, and looked toward her suitcase.

"Maybe I could just wear the towel when the room service shows up..." Mackenzie said.

"Kind of cute, AND bold! I like you!" said a familiar voice.

Mackenzie's blood ran cold, and looked toward her door. Emily, still naked, was standing outside her doorway!

"EEEK!" Mackenzie scream, ran up and shut the door. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she covered her body with just her hands. She could hear Emily laugh outside.

"It's okay Mackenzie, I've seen everything, let me in." Emily said. "I wanna chat! Really, it's fine!"

Mackenzie tried to calm herself. Emily owned the hotel. She wondered if she was in trouble. Mackenzie thought to wrap herself in a towel first, but did Emily really care?