Hotel Stay

“Honey,” you say as you read the email on your laptop. “The company approved the training seminar and wants me to go next week.”

He walks into the room. “Where is it again, and for how long?”

You tell him about the city and convention center where it will be. “And the company will pay for everything. Travel, lodging, and even meals.”

He comes closer and kisses your forehead. “Next week and you will be gone for most of the week? Do you have to fly, or can we drive?”

“What do you mean ‘can WE drive’? This is work related,” you say.

He sits on the couch. “I know, but I can take some time off from work. Driving would save your company the cost of a flight, you won’t need a rental car, and you can get either a queen bed or two twins in the hotel room, so we only need one room.”

You think it over for a moment. “But it will take a day longer to get there.”

“We can either drive straight through and switch drivers, or we can stop for the night somewhere around the mid-point.” He says, getting up and moving closer to you again. “Remember, when we first married, we talked about driving cross country or just going on long road trips. It won’t be that but…”

“We could treat it like a vacation, especially since the company will pay for our hotel room at the conference center.” You finish. “You sold me on it. Let me email my boss.”

Shortly, you received an email saying “The cost difference between airline ticket and rental car for a week, and only paying you for mileage there and back, were enough of a cost savings that your offer was approved. Please ensure you save all fuel receipts and allow enough travel time to arrive at the conference hotel by Sunday afternoon.”

“We are approved, dear.” You say happily.

He comes up behind you and hugs you. “I thought they would go for it. I looked at the best routes to get there. Near the mid-point there are many hotels if we want to stop for the night.”

It's Friday, your husband fills up the car, as you print off hard copies of your information for the training conference. You know everything is digital now days, but you would hate to drive for two days and have the computer lose your reservation.

Then you pack your bags. Mostly business attire and casual clothing, with a couple pairs of jeans, underwear, socks, and workout clothes. You want to be ready to relax when you aren’t at the training seminar.

“We should leave early tomorrow.” He says as he returns and packs his bag.

“I agree. I have the neighbors taking our mail for us and watching the house.” You tell him.

He goes to you and kisses you. “You always plan ahead.”

Before the sun comes up the next morning, you leave. He drives as you sit in the passenger seat and relax.

You start listening to music, a playlist he created called “Drivin’ Tunes”, full of peppy, singable tunes from the ’50s all the way up to recent songs.

After the third song, you ask, “These are good. When did you make this?”

“The other day, after talking about driving, I thought ‘What songs do I miss listening to on drives?’ So, I made a playlist and made sure it had various songs and performers.”

You nod in agreement. “What do you want to listen to when it ends?”

“You can pick whatever you want, an audio book, podcast, or whatever.”

You relax in the seat and listen. After a while, you drift off to sleep as the morning sun is warm on your skin.

You wake up when he pulls into a rest stop. You both get out, use the facilities, grab something to snack on, then return on the highway.

He is still singing and enjoying the music as you travel.

By lunchtime, his music ended, and you put on a “comedy” podcast. “Do you want to stop soon, get some lunch, and put fuel in the car?” You ask.

He yawns. “Yeah, that sounds good. We are a little less than half a tank, but I could use a break.”

He finds a truck stop, where you fuel up, park, and get some lunch. The food is good, but you have to get back on the road. “I’ll drive for a bit.” You volunteer. You switch from comedy to a true crime podcast.

After adjusting the driver’s seat and mirrors, you get back onto the road. Your husband, after a few miles, falls asleep.

While you are driving, the story is really intense.  You clutch the wheel at times, and your whole-body tenses. You turn on the headlights as the sun goes down.

“Are you okay, dear?” your husband asks. You were so focused on the road and the story, you flinch.

You let out a slow breath, that you didn’t know you were holding. “Yeah, honey. I’m okay.” You respond.

“Did you notice that we are a few miles from the hotel, where we are stopping for the night?” he says slightly concerned.

“Oh? Let me switch the podcast off and put it to music,” you say. Your shoulders feel tight.

In a few minutes, you park in the hotel parking lot. Pulling out your bag, your back feels sore. “Are you sure you’re, okay?” your husband asks again.

“Yeah, I’m just a little sore and stiff.” You respond.

As you check in, you notice the hotel clerk is cute, and she smiles at you. You can’t tell if she is flirting with you, both you and your husband, or if that is just her being friendly. “If you need anything, just call, and I will bring up whatever you want.”

“Thanks,” you say as you take your bag to the room. Your shoulders and back feel stiff. You lie on the bed for a moment.

“Hey, honey. I realized I forgot to pack a few things. I saw a store nearby as we pulled in.” He says as he goes through his bag.

You groan. “Okay, give me a minute and I’ll go with you.”

“No. If you really don’t feel well, why don’t you lie down, go for a swim, call for a massage, or whatever?” he says as he grabs the car keys.

“Okay.” you respond.

The hotel has a pool. Maybe a swim is what you need. You forgot to pack a swimsuit, so you change into your sports bra and bike shorts, then grab a towel. Down in the lobby, you see the clerk and ask about the pool. “It’s over there. Just follow the signs. I wish my shift was over, because I would join you. Maybe another time.” You smile back and thank her. You can feel her watching as you walk away.

When you open the door, the smell of chlorine is strong. The pool is empty.

You set the towel on an empty chair and dive into the water.

Ooohhh the cold water feels so good on your skin. You do a few laps back and forth. Stretching your muscles as you do a lap of freestyle, a lap of backstroke, and a slow lap of breaststroke.

It feels so good as you stretch, breathe, reach, and kick. You wish you had someone to share it with, but maybe later. Even though your exercise bra, you can feel your nipples are hard. After a few laps, you lean on the edge of the pool, just breathing and slowly kicking your feet. You feel better. This helps, but maybe some time in a hot tub would help too. You see the small spa pool off to the side.

Getting out, you walk over, leaving wet footprints on the concrete. There is a button and a timer on the side for the water jets.

You step into the hot water. It is hotter than you expected, but it feels good. You reach over, set the timer and hit the button. The water pump kicks on, and powerful jets move the water in a circle. You lean back with your lower back against one of the jets. It vibrates and pounds you. It feels good.

You feel the vibrations through your body. You wonder if the clerk would like to be in here with you. Slowly rubbing her body against yours. Maybe you should return with your husband. You imagine him caressing you as the jets of water move against your bodies. The thought of it excites you a bit. Your nipples were already hard from the cold water, but now your pussy is tingling too.

Looking around, you notice there is a large picture window facing the hotel gym. There is a guy in there. He is on the treadmill, jogging at a steady pace.

He smiles at you, and you smile back. Through his sweaty t-shirt, you see he has a toned body. You wouldn’t mind having him in here.

You move to the other side of the tub, and lean against the edge, so that a jet shoots water at your crotch. The moving water feels good on your pussy as you spread your legs. “It’s a good thing I am wearing bicycle shorts instead of a bikini, or I would probably have lost my bottom by now.” You think to yourself.

For a moment, you imagine the guy on the treadmill licking your pussy as the hotel clerk plays with your breasts, pinching and sucking your nipples. You reach under your bra and pull a nipple. That, and the force of the waterjet, feel so good. With your other hand, you pull the front of your shorts down and you feel the water pulsing on your bare pussy.

This is heavenly. You are going to cum.

The timer on the water jets dings and the pump turns off. “Damn it. I was so close.”

The guy on the treadmill points to himself, then to you, and the hot tub.

You look at your watch. Your husband should be back. You look at “treadmill guy” and shake your head, as you get out of the hot tub.

Grabbing your towel, you dry off, then wrap it around you before you return to your room.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” The desk clerk asks in a slightly suggestive tone. “The water jets on that hot tub can help a woman relax better than any man.” Then she winks.

“It helped. I might come back down with my husband, in a bit.” you respond.

“Just remember the pool is supposed to be closed between midnight and 4am,” she says with that same friendly smile.

“Do you feel better?” you hear as you open the door to your room.

Your husband is putting a few things into his bag and pulling out others.

You come up behind him, kiss his neck, and hug his chest. Your wet sports bra leaves damp marks on the back of his t-shirt. “Should I tell you the nasty thoughts I had while I was in the hot tub?”

He turns, kisses your mouth, and hugs you tightly. “There is a hot tub. Mmmmm We could have a lot of fun, either by ourselves or with the right people.”

“Let me strip out of my wet clothes, and, if you are up for it, you can eat my pussy, as I tell you, my dirty fantasy.”

He lays a few dry towels on the bed, as you get naked.

Lying down, you spread your legs. He strips off his clothes too and looks down. “Oh, you were really enjoying yourself in the pool and hot tub.”

He puts his head between your thighs and blows a gentle breath on your pussy lips. After feeling the hard water jets, this feels different. Then you feel the tip of his tongue lick up and down.

“You don’t want to wait for my fantasy?” you ask.

“Your pussy looks so ready; I didn’t want to waste time.” He says, smiling up at you. “What fantasy has you so excited?”

As he slowly licks your pussy, you tell him about the desk clerk, treadmill guy, and your thought of having both of them simultaneously in the hot tub.

Your husband sucks your clit firmly, as he fingers your wet open cunt. You are breathing harder, imagining the clerk’s mouth on your clit and treadmill guy’s cock fucking you. It feels so good.

He stops and slowly moves up your body. You feel him slide his hard shaft into you. Spreading your legs wider, you pull him deeper into you.

You feel his mouth on your left nipple as he sucks it firmly. “Yes”, you say as you feel your orgasm building. Wrapping your legs around his, you feel him thrust harder and deeper.

Your orgasm flows through you as you hold him tightly. His cock is pulsing inside of you too. “Yes, cum too, my love.” You think.

He kisses you and pulls you both onto your side, with him still inside of you. “Do you feel better, Dear?” he asks.

“I do. Did you enjoy my naughty fantasy?” you ask as you feel his softening cock slide from you.

“I did. I wish we could have done a foursome in the hot tub.”

“If you are up for it, we can see if anyone is down there.” You respond.

Shaking his head. “Not tonight. We need to get an early start in the morning. And I have a feeling that the fantasy will probably be more enjoyable than the reality.”

You snuggle up to him. “You are probably right. Besides, you never know what we will find at the hotel during the training conference.”

You both sleep well.

In the morning, you find your bill slipped under your door. In a feminine script, you read “Thank you for staying. I hope you had a great time, and stay with us again.” signed Candice.

“Honey,” you say, reading the bill with a smile. “Did we plan on staying here on the return trip?”