"Would you like me to open the champagne?" Charlie heard her husband ask as she stepped out and turned off the shower.
"I'd love to..." she purred, walking to the bathroom door, feeling like a wolf in sheep's clothing. "But could you do me a favor first?"
"Of course." She could hear the innocent smile in Morgan's voice. "What do you need?"
"Did I mention I'd forget about my head if it wasn't around my neck? I just realized I came to shower and didn't bring my change of clothes with me." she smiled widely when she heard him gasp loudly "Besides, I can't find any towels around here either. Could you bring me one? Oh, and it would be great if you could also bring me the bra and panties I packed in my suitcase so I can get dressed right here."
"D-did you look in all the cupboards?" he stammered, his voice shaky "Hotels like this usually have plenty of towels lying around."
"I did not find. You can come here and look for it if you want." she offered slyly, making him choke again, as if he was about to collapse "You have better eyes than mine…"
"N-no need, I believe you!" the sound of him moving around the room quickly was heard "I'll find one for you, just give me a minute, okay?"
“Thanks, Morgan." she crooned, "You're always saving me..."
"Finally, I found several in the cupboard!" he exhaled, audibly relieved. "Frankly, they need to clean up this room a little better..."
"Can you bring it to the door for me?" she called him, barely able to contain herself with excitement "Oh, and don't forget my clothes too, please..."
“Of course, of course…” he sighed bleakly, and she could almost hear the blush in his voice.
"What do you know." She snorted, trying to convince herself that this was better than nothing. "The most important thing is the towel, anyway."
"Okay..." She wanted to laugh, since he sounded completely uncertain. "I'll be right there. You can put your hand out the door..."
She waited for his voice to be close enough for her to put her hand out the door where he could see… past all the rest of her chest.
Biting her lip, Charlie wanted to do a little victory dance out of sheer satisfaction as he realized that the first thing his eyes met when she half-stepped out the door was her left breast, which was not only completely bare but also completely bare. , as well as excited at the possibility of being seen by him. Hiding a satisfied smirk, Charlie watched Morgan gasp at the sight of his exposed torso, and for a minute she thought he was going to fall backwards, so drastic was the way he froze in place, white towel in hand. , and with his eyes still firmly focused on her breasts.
“Thanks, Morgan." she smiled, making a move to leave the door completely, to get the towel, since he wasn't moving "Always a gentleman..."
Her eulogy was cut short when Morgan suddenly threw the towel over her, surprising her and sending her back just enough so that he could close the door, hiding her again.
“What do you think you're doing, Charlie?!" he gasped, appearing to be hyperventilating.
"Like this? I was just going to get the towel…” she commented naively, repeating the speech she had planned millimetrically in her head while taking a shower. “Oh, don't tell me you saw something!?" she exclaimed, trying to sound scandalized, even though she knew she wasn't being very convincing, not even to her own ears. "But what a shame! I'm sorry, Morgan, I really thought the door was covering everything... But that's the lesser of evils, isn't it?" she smiled mischievously "At least you were the one who saw me, so nothing much happened, right?"
"Yes, I saw it…" she heard him murmur, in that husky voice that always made her thighs wet, "I saw it all…" he grunted, remaining silent for a long moment, before finally sighing, seeming to be tormented "I understand this was an accident, Charlie, but in all that is holy, please don't let it happen again, okay? Now, you can come over here and get your bag and change in peace, I'll go outside... Uh..." he hesitated for a moment, choosing the excuse he was going to use this time, as Charlie guessed, "Get our dinner! I'll be right back!"
"Wouldn't it be better to order room service?" she still tried to argue, but the sound of the door slamming sounded even before she could finish the sentence.
Still, she couldn't feel anything but joy at that small victory. Not just because her plan had worked, but because, in the seconds that his eyes remained on her breasts, she managed to recognize what was there, without a doubt: desire. Pure, intense and wild, like what she felt for him. And each time she got new proof that he wanted her, excitement tightened her chest and made her folds dampen, as if they couldn't bear to live without having him inside her any longer.