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"Do you have your key, Lucy?" Alice asked, as Brenda eased the car under the drive-through entrance to the hotel.
"Yes, Mother, eeegawds!" Lucy snapped back.
"Ready for the wake?" asked Brenda.
"Hell yes!" Alice replied and smiled.
Lucy walked to the elevators, pressed the "UP" button and waited. "Elevators always take so long." she thought. She wanted to get out of her damp clothes and get into a hot shower and the sooner the better. The doors opened and she stepped in.
"Fifteen, please," She said to the person standing in front of the button panel. The elevator shot up; it seemed in only moments and the door opened. Lucy stepped out and turned down the hall stopping at the door to 1524. She inserted the little card with the holes into the slot, holding it until the little green light came on. She pushed down the handle and the door opened with ease. She entered turning on the light and placing the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the hall side door handle.
She slipped off her coat and hung it in the closet. Walking to the dresser where her small carry-on bag was, she watched herself in the mirror reach behind and unzipped the black polished cotton cocktail dress she wore. It was really not appropriate for a funeral but thankfully it was raining so her coat hid it well. She shrugged her shoulders and let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Picking it up with one foot she flipped it over onto one of the chairs at the table by the window. Lucy liked her body. She studied it in the mirror standing there in her panties and bra. She was like her dad, tall at 5'9". Her auburn hair brushed the top of her shoulders. She had breasts that some girls would die for. 38D were a good size for her stature. Her 28" waist widened to 39" hips. She didn't like her hips so much but she knew she had a good-looking butt so she all in all was pretty happy with herself.
She walked into the bathroom and turned on the water for the shower, adjusting it until it was just about as hot as she could stand. After slipping out of her bra, Lucy hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them over her hips to fall around her ankles. She stepped out of them and into the steaming water. She picked up the complimentary bottle of body wash and filled one hand. Then rubbing her hands together she began to apply the lemon scented gel across her chest and down each arm. She took care to cover each breast slowly, enjoying the feel of them as the soapy gel foamed into a lather. She refilled her hands and spread the mixture first down one thigh and leg to the ankle and then the other. Lastly she covered her mons with the foam mixing it into the neatly trimmed bush above her slit. Then covering her labia generously with soft caresses of the foam. Without trying to excite herself she noticed that her nipples had become firm and accentuated. She took one hand and swirled the gel-foam over her breasts again and again, leaving the other hand to continue the massage of her now very moist pussy. It was as though she was caught up in the act knowing that soon the release would not only push way the stress of the funeral but also help her to relax. Her orgasm was as good as it usually was for her when masturbating. She rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, reaching for one of the large towels folded neatly on the rack on the wall.
Lucy walked into the large room, drying herself with the towel as she walked. There were two king size beds, end tables for each, at large round table by the window with three chairs. The dresser was on the wall opposite the beds with a large mirror the full length of the dresser. Lucy looked at herself in the mirror, smiled, and picked up the complimentary dressing gown that she had left across the dress when they left earlier that morning. She picked up the phone and dialed room service.
"I'd like a grill cheese sandwich and a glass of milk." she said into the receiver. After hanging up the phone, Lucy turned on the TV to the video channel but the music just bored her. She was tired. "Why did I order room service?" she thought. "Oh well." Sitting at the table she opened her makeup case and took out the small mirror. Casually she dabbed away any remnants of her make up wish moisturizer.
Knock Knock "Room Service." The voice from the other side of the door was not loud but Lucy could tell it was a young man's voice. She went to the door, opened it and stood there in her dressing gown, which she did not realize, was gapped, open. The young man was about her age and he made a valiant effort not to stare are her body as he handed her the tray of food.
"You can just sign for it," he said.
Lucy carried the tray in, set it on the dresser, and signed the charge slip. She then realized that her gown was open. "Oh well, I'll give him a thrill." she thought and slowly made her way back to the door making no effort to cover her neatly trimmed bush as she walked. She could see the bulge in his pants grow as she neared. "I'm sorry," she said, "My mom didn't leave me any tip money."
"T-That's ok," he stammered. "Maybe you will see me later and make it up to me then."
"You can count on it," she cooed and closed the door.
Lucy plopped the tray of food down on the table. Lifting the plate cover she looked at the sandwich and then recovered it. "That's not really what I need." she thought. "I need rest." She walked to the king-size bed nearest the window and pulled back the spread and top sheet. Lying down she took both pillows, made a nest of them, assumed the fetal position, and in mere moments drifted off to sleep.
