You’re totally naked in the hotel hallway, locked out of your room without your phone while your husband sleeps soundly and snores up a storm inside. Freshly fucked and frazzled, you wonder how you’ll possibly get yourself out of this mess.

This is part two of a story that begins here.

There you stand, absolutely naked in the hallway locked out of your room while your husband, passed out from alcohol, snores up a storm inside. Your phone is in the pocket of your robe, my robe, which is now making its own way either up or down in the elevator without you.

There was no other solution, you think to yourself, you had to ditch the robe. It had the name of my hotel on it and it was dangerous to keep around. After all, your husband had watched you get fucked at the pool next door from the privacy of his room. He hadn’t known the woman he was watching was you, but if he ever saw the robe he just might twig. And how could you have known you had taken the wrong room key? 

You run to the elevator and hit both the up and down buttons. You hope your robe is still there. You’re sweating with fear but the air conditioning on your naked body makes you feel cool at the same time. You cover your breasts with your arm and realize your nipples are rock hard. You concentrate on the whirring sound of the elevator to occupy your mind but as you do you catch a glimpse of your fleshy figure in the reflective panel. 

You’re totally and completely naked in public. Just like the nightmares you used to have. But this is no dream.

You hear the sound of people getting louder now and you realize the elevator won’t be empty! You recognize the voices as a couple of guys from the bar that your husband made friends with earlier. The last thing you want is for them to see you.

As the doors slide open you cover your face but you can see their momentary expression of surprise and sexual glee as they realize there’s a naked woman in front of them. You turn and run. You hear shouts of “Holy Shit, and “Hey baby, where are you going?” They prop the door open to watch your ass as you scamper down the hall. You just pray that they don’t get out and chase you. 

They don’t. They’re too drunk to follow. Eventually the doors close and all is quiet in the hallway again. But for how long?

Looking down at your hands you realize you still have your bathing suit. Of course, it’s ripped in two but perhaps it can be salvaged. 

You hear the elevator ping again and see a couple walk out.  Then you notice the room with the ice machine in your peripheral vision.

There’s no door, but you’re out of the line of view and the ice machine has a mirrored front. At least you can see how the bathing suit will look. As you bend over to put the bottoms on, you notice the way your sexy breasts hang and jiggle in the air. 

What did I call them? Mom tits. That was it. You’re still not sure it’s a flattering term, but it was accurate and I definitely enjoyed them. You notice your nipples are still a bright shade of red where I’d pinched them earlier.

The swimsuit is back on but it’s a disaster. The top half isn’t nearly long enough to cover your nipples and the bottom part has nothing to grab onto. It simply falls down to your ankles.

You realize you’d rather be seen naked than dressed in these. As you take them off again, the couple quietly walk by –  taking you by surprise. 

“Good evening,” says a masculine voice. Then, as they disappear down the hallway you hear. “Holy shit did you see that? That woman was naked!”

“Leave her alone Caaleb, you’re not going back there,” replies a female voice.

“But maybe she needs help,” he suggests.

“A woman like that doesn’t need any help. Even if she did, WE certainly wouldn’t give it to her.”

You hear them enter their room and their door close. Peeking out to the hallway and finding no one there you scamper back to the door of your own room and try to knock again. Your husband’s snoring is even louder now. There’s no chance he’ll hear you.

If only you had that robe back or even a long towel to cover yourself, you think. As embarrassing as that would be, you could still go to the front desk and ask for a new key. But where to find a robe or towel? The pool was closed. Then you remember the laundry. There must be someplace where they keep the linen. You remember back to your first summer job at that local hotel. There had been a big linen room on the top floor with the electrical and mechanical rooms. 

Scampering towards the elevator on the tips of your feet, you think about your beautiful “mom tits” bouncing down the hallway. Quite the sight for anyone who happens to be looking out their peephole. 

You reach the elevator and it opens immediately.  You glance down at the floor and notice your robe is gone and of course, there’s no sign of your phone. You press the top floor and hold your breath The trip to the top is excruciatingly long as you pass each floor not knowing if it’s going to stop and open up to a crowd of people.

Eventually, you reach the top and, as the door opens you, realize you’ve probably come to the right place. There’s a quiet buzz of fluorescent lights and a hum of machinery. The walls and floor are untreated concrete. As you walk out of the elevator you’re hit with a horrible smell in the hallway like someone has been sick. The pace is hot and humid with no air circulation at all. 

 You have your choice of three doors. You pick the one on the left and open it. It’s not the linen cupboard but a door to the roof – behind it is blackness and fresh air. The smell of the hallway is making you feel sick, so you go outside for just a second to refresh your lungs.

Unfortunately, a blast of wind surprises you, and you feel the door wrench from your fingers and slam behind you. You desperately yank on the handle, but it’s locked!

Taking an inventory of your situation, you realize you’re naked, locked outside, with no phone, and no way to contact anyone.  You want to cry.  You picture having to make a scene to be noticed, thinking about the crowd that would gather and the leering maintenance men that would have to come up and “rescue” you. 

Then there would be the naked security cam footage. Oh my God, you think. Security cameras! How many have already recorded you scampering naked down the hallway?

You picture the outcome: The security guards and hotel staff downloading the video to their phones;  Strangers getting turned on by watching you and your tits bounce around the hotel. The whole situation feels overwhelming.

You pull yourself together. Right now the important thing is to breathe, and think. There must be a way out, but how?  You take what’s left of your bathing suit and place it on the roof, then sit down on it like a pillow.  you might as well be comfortable. 

It’s still a beautiful night and as you look up, the moon and stars are visible despite the light pollution of the suburbs On one side you can see the beautiful lights of the nearby city just east of you, on the other, the rooftop of the twin hotel. My hotel. 

That’s it! After all, you had my key, so I must have yours. What would I do? I’d probably come back here and try to find you. Shit, why hadn’t you stayed on the 3rd floor? On the other hand, I could have arrived when you were in the ice room and assumed you weren’t there. 

What would I do then? Look around maybe. Possibly go outside to where you’d likely meet me. Perhaps I am standing just below you between the buildings. 

There’s only one way to find out, but you are more than a little afraid of heights. Rather than get up and walk to the edge, you decide to crawl on your hands and knees. As you get closer to the edge you hear a motorcycle approaching on the street beside you, it’s loud. So loud, in fact,  you don’t hear the door to the roof open and someone join you. 

Your adrenaline is pumping like mad and you crawl slowly. You’re at the edge now. Thankfully there’s a strong iron safety fence circling the roof. You grab one of the bars and push your face forward to look down. 

Suddenly you feel something behind you, so unexpected you think you’re imagining things. Still on your hands and knees with your pussy wet and wide open, you feel someone slide into you and a hand begin to caress your ass.

“Hey Mom,” I say as I push my way into you. “You’ll want to brace yourself. This is going to be a good ride.”

“What the fuck!” you hear yourself say.

“No worries. I’ve got your robe and your phone. I just couldn’t waste this opportunity., You put out quite an invitation.” 

Before you can answer, I start fucking you in a hard rhythm knowing you’re more than wet enough to handle me. 

You feel your tits bounce and think of all the men turned on by them tonight, turned on by you. 

It’s the perfect night to get fucked outside. Not too hot, not too cool. The openness of the air and the privacy of the roof. A strong place to brace yourself as you get furiously taken.  

The height still bothers you, so you close your eyes and simply hang on.

Despite your exhaustion and fear, another orgasm is building quickly. You’ve never felt this sexual, this alive. So different than tending to the kids or doing the dishes.

My stroke is steady and rhythmic as my balls slam against your clit. It won’t be long now. 

But instead, I stop. You can feel how incredibly wet you are as I pull out, cock covered totally by your juices. You’re not sure what’s going on but you take the opportunity to catch your breath. Then you hear me say:

“Ok, mom. Get ready, I’m sliding this in your ass.” 

You feel the sensation as my bulbous member begins to penetrate your passage. Another item off your unintentional bucket list. You quiver as you hear me say, 

“It’s been quite the night Mom. You got fucked while your husband watched, took my big load in your mouth, ran around naked half the night, and finally got ass fucked by a stranger. Only I’m not a stranger,” I said.

“And never have been. I’m your Master. I was sent here to help you realize your darkest and dirtiest desires. Who else would let fuck your mouth like that, or probe your ass like I’m doing now?”  

I grab your hair and pull it back hard.

“Tell me who’s your master Mom? Who’s the one who turns Mom dirty and makes her a MILF?”

“You SIR!” you cry out into the night.

“That’s right. And your master is about to cum in your ass.” I say as I spank your cheeks. 

“Oh yeah, I’m fucking Moms ass and I’m about to make it all sticky with my load. Here it comes Mom… be a slut for me again and take it! 

You swirl your fingers around your clit as you brace your shoulder against the fence. The build-up is about to explode inside you and feel yourself suddenly spraying against me as your head swirls from the orgasm.  

I pull your back on my cock, balls deep, You let out a short screech then stop as I begin pumping my load into you in quick but small motions as I growl loudly into the night.

“Mom likes taking my seed anyway she can get it,” I muse halfway pumping my seed into you. “Because she knows it’s meant for her.” 

With those words we both collapse with our backs against the fence. You find my hand in yours. Again my ferocity is tempered by my orgasm. My touch is gentle again. 

As we breathe heavily together saying nothing your mind reels. Finally, you  ask, “How did you know I was up here?”

“Because I couldn’t find you anywhere else,” I said. “When I saw we’d mixed up the keys I came back and found your robe in the elevator. I’m not even going to ask how you got locked out on the roof naked. When I arrived, you were nicely bent over and I figured as a good samaritan I’d claim my reward.”

“It was the last thing I expected,” you say. 

“Which is why I couldn’t resist,” I replied. “A master knows what you want, even when it’s the last thing you’re thinking about.”

I punctuate that idea with a seductive kiss. 

Minutes later we’re back in the hallway in front of your room with you back in your robe. The sounds of snoring echo through the hall as you open the door and carefully take all your belongings out of your pockets before handing the robe back to me.  We smile as I depart.

You see your husband, still clothed but with his jeans around his ankles laying face up on the bed. You take them off and roll him over onto his side and the snoring stops. 

Your husband’s phone lies next to his hand as if he’d been texting before passing out. You think about him standing there at the window watching you being taken.  Nervously, you pick up the phone and check the text messages. Sure enough, there are three new ones.

The first is from your husband addressed to two of the guys he had been with at the bar last night.

It simply said, Just in my room watching some hot MILF slut get banged mercilessly at the pool next door. WOW.

A response from one of the guys had come several minutes later. This is when you had been naked in the hallway. It was still marked unread. It said. “It’s that kind of night dude. We saw some horny chick running around naked in the hall –  great ass, and bouncing tits.” 

Putting the phone on the table, you take a deep breath and head to the bathroom to do a quick clean-up.  You slide into bed totally exhausted – both mentally and physically. Sleep comes quickly. 

You wake up to the sound of the shower. It’s your husband, getting cleaned up for the day. As you open your eyes you see the sun shining brightly behind the edges of the blackout curtain.  It’s late in the morning. 

It was such an intense and realistic dream you’d had. Or Was it real?

Your husband’s cell phone still sits on the table next to the bed. You open it and see a morning text recently sent to his buddies. 

If only my wife was half as slutty as those women last night. Fuck dudes, my life is boring!

You begin to laugh, not sure if you’ll be able to stop.

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