Hotel Streaker?

[neverdoubted]

*****Author's note*****
While I have read and enjoyed several of the true stories posted here, I never in a million years thought I would have one of my own worth posting. But, believe it or not, something happened to me recently that I just have to share. I am still stunned by it, and will be for some time.
I guess you can file it under, "I never thought it would happen to me". I swear what I'm about to tell you is true. (I guess they all say that, huh?)
~ ND
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We were staying at a hotel over the weekend. It was nothing super fancy, but it did have a small conference center attached with meeting rooms and a nice banquet hall. It was also right in the middle of an entertainment district part of town, fwiw. On our second night, I noticed a lot of pretty girls in formal dresses coming and going through the lobby.

I don’t know if there was some kind of school formal going on or what. But I would estimate them to be high schoolers, or maybe in college. I didn’t see many using the elevators, so maybe they were using the banquet hall for some kind of party? I couldn't say. I had somewhere else to be, so didn’t think much of it, and they had cleared out by the time I got back.

Since we weren’t there to party, I had requested somewhere quiet, away from the noise. They had given us a room on a middle floor at the very end of a little used hallway.

Arriving back from my errand around nine-thirty, I rode up to our floor. The lobby had cleared out by then and I had the elevators to myself. The Saturday night partiers had not yet arrived to the bars across the street and other families staying at the hotel had already settled in for the night. The hotel had a lull in the action, and I didn’t expect to encounter anybody.

But, when I exited the elevator, I did faintly hear a girl’s voice. Rounding the corner, I saw who was talking. My first impression was that she was completely naked! She was about fifty feet down the hall, walking away from me, slowly, and didn’t appear to be in any distress or hurry. I could tell she was holding a phone to her ear and talking like she was on a call. It later occurred to me that she might not have been talking to anyone and was just using it as a prop. Who knows?

My pulse started racing as my mind got carried away thinking up possibilities. Sure, I had written about these types of encounters, but never really experienced it! Could it be? A real, live hotel streaker? Surely, not! That kind of thing only happens in stories, right?

Moving away from me, she didn’t yet know anyone was behind her. Should I make a noise to announce my presence? I didn’t want to spook her or be seen as creeping up on her.

Should I turn around and leave her be? No! My room really was down there. I had just as much right to this hallway as she did.

Straining my eyes, I started walking silently forward. There was no stairwell or other exit in that direction. So, I knew, unless she was headed for one of the other rooms down there, she would have to turn around when she reached the dead end and we would be face to face (and, more importantly, body to body).

With heels she would have been average height. But because she was barefoot, she was a little on the short side. She had a petite waist but a nicely shaped bottom which rocked back and forth as she walked. She was moving so slowly that I couldn’t help but gain ground. As I approached, peering intently at her backside (as any red-blooded man would), I was disappointed to discover that she was actually wearing panties. I had just been unable to tell from a distance because their nude color so closely matched her skin tone.

When I got close enough, I could see a delicate lace pattern to them. My impression was that these were no ordinary panties; like they were meant for a special occasion. The way they hugged the shape of her bottom like a second skin, along with her shapely legs and bare, skinny waist still made for an erotic sight. No wonder I had initially thought she wasn’t wearing anything!

She had long, light brown hair which hung down her back, almost to her waist. There were layers to it which cascaded over her bare shoulders, and a white flower attached to some kind of clip in the back. It must have been professionally styled earlier in the day.

Then it hit me. What if it had been a wedding I saw earlier? Was this girl one of the younger members of the wedding party, perhaps a teenage flower girl or the blushing bride’s adorable, younger sister?

She looked a little too young to be hitting the bars for an after party. Maybe she had been sent back to the hotel early and had decided to take a little stroll to stretch her legs after being stuck in an uncomfortable dress and heels all day!

We were both almost at the end of the hall now. The thought did occur that I could snap a quick picture before she turned around and saw me. Heck, I could probably even start recording and just hold my phone discreetly as we passed each other. That would have made quite the memento! Unfortunately, the only phone I had with me was my company-issued one, and I didn’t want to answer any uncomfortable questions about why I had a picture or video of a random, half-naked girl on it.

Just before reaching the window at the very end of the hall, she turned around. The next morning, I looked out that window to see if there might have been some reason she was walking toward it. But it just looked out over an alleyway and the side of another hotel next door. Nothing exciting.

I wish I could tell you she was topless. But to my further disappointment, I discovered that her fancy curls had been obscuring the fact that she had a strapless bra on. She wasn’t especially well-endowed in the chest department. But her bra also didn’t cover much. She had respectable orbs swelling over the top of each white triangle which wobbled enticingly as she walked.

She didn’t seem particularly alarmed to see me. Perhaps she had caught my reflection in the window and knew I had been following her? I’m glad I didn’t try to sneak a picture now.

She was pretty - from her face, I would definitely guess teenager – and still wearing makeup from whatever event she had attended earlier in the day.

If you’ve ever been face to face with a beautiful woman in lingerie, you know how hard it is to maintain eye contact. I’m pretty sure I did a terrible job of it. While my focus was generally on her face, I somehow managed to take in quite a bit of her body using just my peripheral vision. She kept talking on her phone as I rushed to pull out my key card to show I really was headed for one of the rooms. I have no idea what she was saying. There was just too much information to take in as she walked past me. I caught a whiff of some alluring perfume just before closing my door.

My heart was pounding as I took a few steps into the room and tried to recompose myself. It felt like it had all happened way too fast. Sure, it wasn’t a completely naked girl like I had originally thought, but it was still an exceptionally attractive young lady in nothing but a pair of sexy panties and a skimpy, push-up bra!

Maybe, where she’s from, it’s not that big of deal to go strolling about in your underwear. Or maybe she was put up to it by friends. Or she might have been a streaker or a budding exhibitionist who was too shy to go the whole way yet. Who knows! And, as far as I knew, she was still out there walking down the hall! If only I had some excuse to go back out there and look…wait a minute!

Trying to remain calm, I grabbed the ice bucket off the counter. It was still half full. Dumping it into the sink in the bathroom and running hot water over it to hide the evidence, I called out, “we’re out of ice. I’ll go get some more,” then rushed to the door.

to be continued...

[TeenFan]

Don't think I ever saw a "To be continued' on a True story before.

Did the girl have an accent?
My first guess is she might be from Europe. I can imagine that French girls would more likely wander a hotel hallway in such a state of mostly
undress. American girls would probably freak out in such a situation, being seen followed by a man as she walked and talked on the phone.
Imagine trying to explain to Hotel Security how you happened to dump a half melted container of ice onto a mostly naked Teenage girl, followed
by her screaming... a dozen of her "Friends" rushing out of a room to pepper spray you. Seems like I'm already wanting to make up a story
about it.

[neverdoubted]

I'm not sure I would know what a French girl looks like compared to any other girl of European descent. But I don't recall her having any foreign accent. I would guess she was American. Midwestern. As for "to be continued", what can I say? Maybe I'll post the rest if there's enough interest

[neverdoubted]

I had no reason to be nervous as I stepped outside my room, but my hands were still trembling. Gripping the handle of the ice bucket, I turned to my right and peered anxiously down the hallway in search of the girl, but saw no one. No reason to give up hope yet. The corridor had a couple of jogs to it and I couldn't see all the way to the end. My fantasy streaker could still be down there somewhere.

Trying to act casual but moving with all due urgency, I made my way up the hallway past the first jog. Still empty. Hurrying past the numbered rooms, I reached the end of the second jog and silently peeked around the corner to find the next segment also empty. Damn!

But then I heard it. A small, feminine voice. It was my streaker. I just knew it!

The ice dispenser was inside in a utility alcove across from the elevators. But ignoring them both, I hustled to the third and final jog. Pressing myself against the wall and holding my breath to keep from panting, I tilted my head around the corner. Jackpot!

Having nearly reached the far end of the hall, she stopped at the last possible room and turned to face it. The door opened without her having to knock or swipe a key card. I didn't have the angle to see who was inside. But I did hear some playful giggling as a slender arm slipped through the gap and extended an expectant, empty palm toward the girl in the hall.

They exchanged some words which I could not make out no matter how hard I strained, then the girl placed her phone on the ground and took a deep breath. My heart skipped a beat when she then reached for the latch of her bra. Somehow able to anticipate it, I ducked my head back to safety just as she turned and looked in my direction to make sure the coast was clear. I gave myself to the count of three before, unable to resist, I dared to peek back around the corner.

The girl, now topless, was in the process of bending over and stripping her panties to the ground. Picking up the delicate material, she placed both it and her strapless bra into the waiting palm and watched the last of her clothes disappear into the hotel room. Then the door latch engaged with a fateful click.

Looking down at herself, the girl touched her legs, then her belly. Then she bent over and picked up the phone and lifted it to her ear. Getting ready to do another lap! Only this time with no panties. No bra. Naked. Now she really was a hotel streaker!

Backing away from the jog, I retreated all the way to the elevators then changed my mind and darted into the alcove instead. There was enough room in there beside the ice dispenser and vending machine to hide out undetected.

Calming my breathing, I took stock of what I knew. The girl had given her underwear to someone inside the room. That meant she was not working solo. My best guess, they were a couple of bored cousins who had gotten to play dress up for a wedding and were now stuck in the room until their parents got back from whatever afterparty they were attending. Feeling frisky after an exciting day, they were now passing the time and working out their boredom with a little game of truth or dare or something similar.

Pretty soon, I heard a small, shaky voice approaching.

"Uh huh...yeah...you don't say..."

It didn't sound like a real conversation. My guess, she was just using the phone as a prop to give her confidence during her nude stroll.

I moved not a muscle until she was past and her voice was fading. If the pattern held, she would keep walking until she reached the end of the hall then turn around and come back. I gave her enough time to get past ahead before making my next move. I was so intent on my streaker that I almost forgot about the ice!

After filling the bucket, alibi in hand, I strolled out into the corridor and headed back toward my room. Around the last jog, I saw her. Focused on the uncovered window looming large ahead of her, she didn't notice me. It was dark out by now and the hallway was brightly lit. Because the window just overlooked an empty alley, her approach was unlikely to draw any attention. But try telling that to a girl with no clothes on!

To her credit, she shuffled ever closer to the transparent pane until her entire naked body had to be fully in the frame. All the while, oblivious to me closing the gap between us. Leaning forward, she cupped her hands around her eyes and peered out into the blackness beyond. Then apparently satisfied with what she saw, she spun on her heels intending to make the return journey to her room...and froze.

We were only about fifteen feet apart by that point and she was standing right outside my door, showing me everything. The tan line of a swimsuit framed her naked breasts. Small but perky with especially cute nipples and areolas a couple shades darker than their surrounding area. I only got a quick look at the fuzzy cleft between her legs before she struck that classic pose that all girls adopt when they find themselves in an embarrassing situation without clothes on. One hand flew between her legs while the other, still holding her phone, draped across her breasts.

Unable to contain my smile, I nodded politely and held the ice bucket as if to show that this was just a chance encounter. I meant her no harm and was just trying to get back to my room. It wasn't my fault she had decided to go for a stroll wearing nothing but a flower in her hair.

"Uhh, sorry," she said, her face turning bright red.

"That's quite all right," I responded gregariously. She sure wasn't bothering me.

The phone call apparently forgotten, she gripped the phone with white knuckles and shuffled forward. I stepped to the side to give my naked acquaintance plenty of room then drank in her exhibition as she paraded past. As soon as her front side was beyond my view, she moved her hands around to cover her back side then doubled her pace. But I still got a nice good look at her bared bottom.

I waited until she had disappeared around the jog before slipping my key card into the slot. The rest of that evening played out normally, but I have to admit I did check the peep hole several times just in case another adventurous streaker decided to visit my end of the hall. Sadly, I never saw anything. But from now on, anytime I'm in that town, I always stay in that same hotel just in case. Let this be a lesson to you to keep your eyes open. You never know what you might encounter.

~ ND