My suitcase thumped as it landed on the bed. Olivia, still awkwardly shuffling hers through the door, whistled.
"Not bad for the price. I was expecting something a lot more cramped."
"Honestly, me too. Especially considering it's not a suite or anything," I replied.
The room was, in truth, unremarkable. Olivia and I had chosen a room with two twin-beds, two desks, and a nightstand for each of us. We were only going to be there three nights, so comfort was secondary to cost.
Olivia and I were in Salina, Kansas. We had been sent there to oversee the onboarding process of new account managers. In short, we were glorified hand-holders. We'd spend the working hours letting the up-and-comers barrage us with questions and then fill out a report at the end of the day. We were both mid-level managers for Ocean Express, a shipping company specializing in glassware, so we got saddled with the trip.
In truth, I got stuck with the trip, and Olivia offered to join. I didn't mind the company, and Olivia tagging along meant that our daily budget doubled. Olivia was also the one who suggested sharing one room, unbeknownst to our bosses. She had pulled me aside a few days before we left, her eyes shining with mischief, and suggested that we could spend the money meant for the extra room on some upscale dinners and drinks. I decided that I wouldn't mind a taste of the good life, even if it's just for a few days.
Olivia let the door slam behind her, shaking me from my thoughts, and plopped onto the bed closer to the door; she was doubled over, worrying at her sneakers.
"Since you already took the window bed while I was struggling with my suitcase--thanks for the help by the way--I'll take this bed."
Even though she was bent at the waist, I could see the smile on her face.
"Sounds like a plan. And, you're welcome," I said, crossing the room to hang up my clothes. "What do you say we get changed and check out the bar downstairs?"
"It's three in the afternoon! Are you thirsty already?" She had reclined back on the bed.
"They serve food too. I'm not talking about drinks yet. How's the bed?"
Olivia shrugged, "Not bad. I've had worse, but I've definitely had better. Let's go down in an hour maybe? I want grab a shower. I always feel nasty after being on an airplane."
"That's fair. I'm just gonna shower later I--ough ough!" My sentence was cut short by a coughing fit.
Olivia seemed taken aback.
"You good?"
"Yeah, just stuffy I guess. It happens when I fly."
"Alright. But if you get sick, I'm locking you in this room. Emily would kill me if I brought something back from this. Plus, she's a drama queen when she has even a cold. I don't want to deal with it."
"Don't worry I won't give you anything. Now get in the shower already I'm starving."
Olivia flipped me the bird as she went into the bathroom. I finished unpacking, which was really just putting my underwear in the nightstand drawers. I decided against getting changed; sweats and a tee were good enough for an early dinner. Besides, I'd be in business wear for just about the rest of our time here. I opened the window and marveled at the pathetic view we had. Our room was overlooking the hotel parking lot, and the building was completely fenced in by other, presumably better, hotels.
I heard the shower stop running, and seconds later Olivia was walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel. Her raven hair was matted with water and clung to her shoulders in thick locks. The towel was just too small to comfortably cover everything. It only reached to about halfway down her thighs and, if not for her clutching it at her chest, would barely wrap around her breasts. I was stunned at first, but I tried my best not to stare. The last thing I wanted was to be sharing a room with a woman who was convinced I was a pervert.
"Oh you just have to see this view," I called, turning around to the window as to take my eyes off her body.
Olivia crossed the room and stood by my side. I became even more aware of her body; I felt my cock shift in my pants.
"No way!" She cooed, sarcasm seeping into her voice. "We can see the whole parking lot! Is that a dumpster?"
"You better believe it. And look! There's someone carrying a suitcase to their car!"
"This place really has everything huh?" Olivia put her hand on my shoulder as she spoke.
Her touch sent a shockwave through my body. Seeing her in a skimpy towel had gotten me more worked up than I realized. I felt my cock shift even more and I began to get earnestly hard. Luckily, Olivia stepped away before she had a chance to notice.
"Can you close the curtains? I don't feel like flashing whoever is in the upper floors of those hotels."
"Yeah," I croaked.
I closed the curtains and took the chance to check out how much my erection was showing through my sweatpants. My cock was pushing against the fabric. Although you couldn't make out every detail, it would be hard to miss. I doubted that Olivia would judge me or even check--after all, she was the one in a little towel--but I didn't want to take the risk.
"How's this gonna work?" Olivia asked.
"How's what gonna work?"
I was stuck; I had no choice but to turn around. Olivia's clothes were laid out on the bed, and she was standing awkwardly next to her bed.
"Getting dressed, duh. I'd go in the bathroom, but I'm not putting my clothes on the wet floor."
She was clutching the towel a little looser, which showed off the beginning of her cleavage. This did nothing to help my erection; I felt it jump in my pants.
"I don't know. I could turn around, and you could cover up the good bits fast."
Olivia shrugged, and the towel slipped just a bit more.
"Whatever. If you try and peek though, I'll smother you in your sleep."
She pointed an accusatory finger at me during. The threat was somewhat diminished by the panties she had picked up; they dangled off her fist and wagged as she pointed. I tried to hide a smile and failed.
"You just remember that," She said, smiling herself. "I'll do the same for you. You won't catch me trying to get a look though."
Ironically, her eyes darted down to my crotch as she spoke. It was maybe half a second, but I could feel her tracing my bulge. It sent my heartrate skyrocketing. For whatever reason, I wasn't embarrassed. Instead, I was turned on by the fact that she had checked out my erection. I wanted her to keep looking, to let go of her inhibitions, to admire my body the same way I had admired hers. I shifted my weight, trying to push my cock just slightly more in front of me. She had already taken a look; now, I wanted to push the envelope.
"Alright, I'm getting cold. Turn around."
I did so. The sexual thrill of showing myself to Olivia had to be tempered. This was a work trip first and whatever else it would evolve into second. I felt myself soften slightly at the sobering thought of any workplace ramifications of my little exhibitionist kick.
"Done," Olivia called.
She was standing in her bra and panties, shimmying a sundress up her legs.
"Mostly done," I said.
