Teen in a Towel – Part I

Teen in a Towel – Part IGreetings from Austin, Texas! I’m traveling, as always, doing my thing. I’m staying in a pretty nice hotel – one I’ve not frequented in the past.Ending my day, I rode the elevator to the 3rd floor and walked toward my room. A young woman, wrapped in a bath towel, had just stepped out of her room (across from mine), with ice bucket in hand. I wasn’t totally shocked, but looked at her with admiration. The towel covered quite a bit, but could not hide her great legs. I smiled at her, and she returned it. As she padded toward the ice machine, I could smell a distinct odor of booze.I unlocked the door to my room and thought nothing of it. About a minute later, there was a knock on my door. Looking through the peep hole, I saw that same young woman – still holding the ice bucket (now full). Opening the door, she was just as wet as before – damp hair matted on her head and droplets on her chest, shoulders Escort and legs.I asked if she needed something, and she became tearful. “I locked myself out of my room! Can you help me, please?” I asked her what she’d like me to do. “I don’t want to go to the lobby in a towel – can you get me a key?” I said I’d be happy to, but hotels typically don’t give keys to other than the key holder. “You’ll have to call the Front Desk and give them permission for me to get a key!” I then invited her in to my room.She came in, and I took the ice bucket from her. As she reached out to give me the bucket, her towel slipped a bit – revealing some very nice cleavage. Her tits looked delightfully large, but not overly-so. I handed her the phone and dialed “O” for Operator. She spoke with the Front Desk clerk, asking for a key to be given to me. She put me on the phone to confirm things with the clerk.I invited her to be comfortable Escort Bayan while I ran her errand, then went to the lobby. It took a moment for the clerk to program the key card, and I then returned to my room. So as not to frighten the young lady, I unlocked the door – opened it a crack – and shouted “May I Come In?” A slightly-slurred voice responded with “It’s Your Room, Silly!” I entered with the new key card for her.Upon entering my room, I noted the bathroom light was on (it was off when I left). I glanced into the bathroom (the door was open), and saw the damp young thing sitting on the toilet. The towel was laying on the floor, and she had not one stitch of cloth covering her. I turned my head and entered my suite. She chuckled and said “Did I gross you out!” I replied with “No, just want to give you some privacy!” She said, “If I’d wanted privacy, I’d have closed the door!” Great retort from Bayan Escort a very young woman, and I said “Touche!”I heard the toilet tissue roll rumble, and a moment later heard the toilet flush. She exited the bathroom, coming into the suite with the towel now d****d over one shoulder. She had one of her tits covered, with the towel dancing about her thighs. With each leg movement, a bit of bush was revealed. I tried to keep my eyes on hers, but fell victim to my libido and caught a few peeks.I reached out with the key, and said “You should be all set. May I carry your ice bucket?” She thanked me a few times (likely the booze) and said yes. She took the key card, put one hand on the towel, and walked toward the door. I opened the door, ice bucket in hand, and followed her to her door. After 3 failed attempts to slip the key card into the slot, I took the card and said, “Allow Me!” She giggled, curtsied and said, “Thank you, kind sir!” I swung the door open, helped her into the room, set down the ice bucket, and asked if she was O.K. “Yeah, I’m good – just gonna have another drink!”I wished her a good evening, then returned to my room.Part II to follow.