A Little Christmas Guilt - Sex Stories

A Little Christmas Guilt

... “Well, I think I’d still like to soak in a bath for a bit. You sound like you know what you’re talking about, so if you’re really concerned, and if you wouldn’t mind, then perhaps you’d wait here. Just for a few minutes. Would you do that for me? If you’re okay with it just look in occasionally on me please.” “Of course I will,” and I sat down on the couch. There were a few magazines on the coffee table, and as I picked one up I watched as she went into the bathroom. She appeared steady on her feet so my concerns were lessened. After she closed the door and started running the bath water I heard her moving around, and I couldn’t help but think back on the incident downstairs and how she had been exposed before my eyes. She was a very attractive woman, and I could imagine how sexy she must look without her skirt, blouse and jacket, just as she must be at that very moment on the other side of the door, perhaps moving around in just her bra, garter belt and stockings. I pushed the thought out of my mind and focused back on the magazine. After about fifteen minutes I realised that I hadn’t heard any noise from the bathroom for quite some time, and got up and went to the door. I knocked on it lightly and asked, “Are you okay in there?” There was no answer and I became a little alarmed. Opening the door I poked my head inside and there she was, standing by the bath tub, nude, rubbing her hair vigorously with a towel. At that moment she looked up, a startled look in her eyes. I ...

... pulled back and closed the door immediately. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” I said loudly through the door. “I knocked to see if you were okay, and when there was no answer I became worried. I guess you didn’t hear me.” There was a small laugh in response. “That’s alright. I’ll be right out.” A minute later the door opened and she stepped into the room, wrapped in a bath towel and looking quite refreshed. “I’m so sorry,” I repeated. “I really am.” “It’s okay,” she said with a smile. “You’re not the first man to see me drying my hair.” That immediately put me at ease, and we both laughed. “I’m really glad you’re alright. That bath seems to have done you the world of good. You were looking pretty shaky earlier.” There was a short silence between us, then I continued. “Well, I’d better get going now. It was nice to have met you. And please, if there’s anything I can help you with I’m just down the hall in 423. Take care.” As she walked towards the door with me she said, “There is one thing. I don’t suppose you’d care to have dinner with me, would you? I hate eating alone. I’m famished and would really like some company.” Turning back towards her I said, “You know, I think I’d enjoy that. I don’t have any plans for dinner. Could you give me maybe fifteen minutes though? I’d like to freshen up and change.” It was an Italian restaurant, just down the street from the hotel. When we entered she spoke Italian to the man who greeted us. He appeared to be the owner and he beamed at hearing her speak ...