The naked run

Linda left the waxing room on wobbly legs, her pussy still throbbing from the Spaniard’s cream and her head light with giggles. She clutched her fluffy spa gown tight around her, padding barefoot down the corridor toward the lift.

“Oh heavens, what a silly afternoon,” she muttered, hand sneaking down beneath the robe to stroke over her freshly bare mound. It was so smooth, so sensitive, she could hardly keep her fingers away. “Positively indecent…”

She pressed the lift button, rocking on her heels, rubbing at her clit with the kind of abandon she only ever allowed herself when she was alone. The doors dinged open, and she slipped inside, leaning back against the mirrored wall.

The ride was smooth, humming, soothing, until the doors slid open at her floor. She stepped out, still fussing with her robe sash, when she felt the tug.

Her stomach dropped.

The hem of her fluffy gown was caught between the lift doors.

“Oh, don’t be daft,” she squeaked, tugging lightly. The doors hissed shut, and with them, her gown disappeared.

Linda froze.

She was naked. Naked in the hallway.

“Oh no… oh heavens, no, no, no!” she gasped, arms flying to cover her breasts, then her pussy, then her breasts again. Her cheeks burned scarlet. She glanced wildly around. The corridor was empty. For now.

She bolted, tits bouncing, bare arse jiggling as she ran for her room. She reached her door, tried the handle, then whimpered.

The key card.

It was in the bloody robe.

“Oh you silly cow, Linda,” she babbled, hopping from foot to foot, tits swinging as she panicked. “What are you going to do now?”

The answer was obvious. She’d have to get a new card from reception. Which meant, oh heavens navigating the entire hotel stark bollock naked.

She bit her lip, trembling with nerves and delight all at once. “Well… best foot forward, darling…”

She chose the stairs, thinking it would be discreet. Silly mistake. The first flight she descended, she almost crashed straight into a group of guests coming up.

Their eyes widened. A man coughed. A woman snorted into her hand.

“Oh! Oh dear, don’t mind me,” Linda squeaked, pressing her hands to her tits but leaving her pussy bare, then swapping, covering her slit but flashing her nipples stiff and red. “Lost my key! Silly thing!”

She scurried past them, her arse cheeks wobbling with every step. Their laughter followed her down.

By the time she reached the ground floor, she was panting, her skin flushed from more than exertion. Her pussy dripped shamelessly down her thighs.

The reception desk loomed ahead.

And the queue.

At least a dozen people, lined up neatly, waiting their turn.

Linda froze, heart pounding. “Oh heavens…” she whispered. But there was ****. She stepped into line.

Every head turned.

She **** a smile, hands fluttering uselessly between her tits and her pussy, never managing to cover both at once. Her nipples jutted pink and stiff, her mound gleamed, her thighs sticky with arousal.

“Oh do forgive me,” she giggled breathlessly. “Silly old mix-up. Locked myself out. Fancy that, eh?”

Murmurs rippled through the queue. A man coughed into his hand. Someone’s phone camera clicked. Linda felt the heat between her legs flare hotter.

At last, she reached the desk.

The receptionist blinked once, then smiled as if nothing at all were amiss. “Room number, madam?”

“Oh! Yes, of course, darling,” Linda babbled, shifting from foot to foot, breasts swinging. She gave her number, cheeks flaming as she felt the eyes burning into her bare skin from behind.

The card was handed over with a polite nod. Linda almost sagged with relief.

“Thank you ever so much,” she squeaked, and turned—straight into the crowd of new arrivals waiting at the lift.

“Oh heavens…”

The doors opened, and she was swept inside with them. The little space was crammed full, her bare tits and arse brushing strangers on every side. She squealed as someone’s hand accidentally (or not) grazed her nipple. Another pressed against her hip. Her pussy brushed a man’s thigh, leaving a wet streak.

“Oh dear, oh dear, so crowded, isn’t it?” she babbled, cheeks blazing, her cunt clenching with every accidental graze. “Goodness, I really ought to be more careful…”

The lift dinged. Her floor. But she was pinned at the back, too flustered, too slow. The doors closed before she could escape.

“Oh no! Missed it! Silly me!” she cried, pressing her tits to the stranger in front of her as the lift carried her higher. She wriggled, trying to squeeze past, and only succeeded in smearing her slick against another’s trousers.

By the time she finally stumbled out on the return trip, she was dripping, trembling, nipples aching, thighs slick.

She sprinted to her room, fumbled the key card into the slot, and collapsed inside.

For a moment she leaned against the door, tits heaving, cunt throbbing, her whole body alight with shame and delight.

Then she giggled.

“Oh heavens, that was simply mortifying… and utterly divine.”

Her hand slid down between her thighs, finding her clit swollen and ****. She moaned, sinking to the carpet, cunt gushing at the memory of all those eyes, all those bodies brushing hers.

By the time she came, shuddering and gasping, she was already plotting.

Tomorrow, she thought, still giggling breathlessly. Tomorrow, she’d just have to be a little sillier.

Maybe she’d “forget” her robe again.