A Little Christmas Guilt - Sex Stories

A Little Christmas Guilt

... to help satisfy myself. The next one wasn’t due to start for another half hour so I watched the news to pass the time, which more or less took care of my erection. Just when I was set to start watching the movie there was a knock on the door. I got a towel from the bathroom, wrapped it around my waist, and opened the door as far as the security chain allowed. And there she was, the woman from down the hall. “I hope you weren’t asleep.” I unhooked the chain and opened the door. She was dressed in a terry-towel bathrobe which covered her down to her knees.. I looked down at myself wearing a bath towel and, looking back up at her said, “Well I was just about to dry my hair.” She laughed and said, “I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about being knocked down today and that I was actually unconscious.” She paused before continuing. “I’ve ordered something to drink from room service and as there will be enough for two I was wondering... would you care to join me for a nightcap?” I’m sure my surprise showed. “Well... sure. That... that sounds fine. Just let me get dressed in something else though, okay?” She smiled and said, “I found this bathrobe in the closet in my room. Maybe you’ve got one in yours too. Just be comfortable okay?” and she turned and headed down the hallway back to her room. Sure enough, I found a complimentary bathrobe and slipped it on over my nakedness, which somehow didn’t seem to be inappropriate in spite of my not having known this woman any longer than a few ...

... hours. And then that nagging little feeling of guilt entered my mind again. “What was I doing?” I thought. “I really don’t need to sit in a strange woman’s hotel room, having a drink and wearing just a bathrobe. I don’t need to get involved in some kind of fling, if that’s where it might lead.” And then I rationalised it. “This was totally innocent. This would only be an extension of our pleasant dinner together.” When I arrived at her room the door was half open, so I knocked and walked in. She was sitting on the couch and smiled when she saw me. “Thanks for coming. Please sit down. Our wine should be here any moment now.” As I sat down she drew her legs up and sat sideways on the couch facing me, one arm draped over the back of the couch. We had spoken only a few words when there was a knock on the door. “Oh, our nightcap’s here.” As she turned in her seat and swung her feet to the floor to answer the door, her bathrobe, whether by accident or design I couldn’t guess, spread open revealing for the briefest of moments her bare legs almost to her pussy. It was a view not unlike what I had seen of her earlier in the day, but this time I found it stimulating. She returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, placed them on the coffee table and resumed her position on the couch beside me, legs drawn up and facing me. I reached over and filled her glass and handed it to her, then filled my own and sat back on the couch half turned towards her. “To an unusual day with a pleasant ...