Ok so last year hubs had a business trip in nyc and asked if I wanted to come along.
So we get in and get to the hotel, and it's a nice place, with bellmen and everything.
So we get a luggage cart loaded up with all our stuff, and hubby gets a call from a client - he has to rush off. He asks the bellman to take me and the bags up to the room.
So I get in the elevator with this dude, and right away I can see him checking me out. I was wearing sweats and a tank top from the plane, and to be honest I was kinda spilling out of both of them. So I catch him peeking in the elevator, and he tries to look away quick - but I totally catch him. So I let a quiet second pass, and while he's looking away I slip one of the straps of my tanktop down. And then just wait until he looks back, which he obviously does. I see him notice it and I just kind of meet his gaze - but I don't say anything.
The elevator dings and we get to my floor. I scoot out ahead of the cart so he has to watch my ass as he walks the cart down the hall. When I get to the room I turn around and lean against the door frame while he fumbles with the key. I look him in the eye and say, "so what do you do for fun when you're not working?" He turns beet red and I giggle. He gets the door open and I brush past him, letting my nipples brush his sleeve as I scurry into the room ahead of him.
We're on the 39th floor, and as I walk into the room, I can see the curtains are open on the window. I toss my purse on the chair next to the bed and lean against the window sill, feeling my sweats pull tight against my ass. I wait for a moment as I hear him fiddling with the bags, and then turn around. Of course his eyes are locked on me - and I can see he's getting hard against the fabric of his uniform pants. I wink at him.
"You guys work for tips, right?" I ask.
"Uh, yes ma'am, whatever you think is appropriate," he says quietly.