Sweat Pants…

Sweat Pants…

There are times when I simply don’t have time to go home and change in to something normal. That was my situation a few weeks ago. I arrived in sweat pants. I was slightly embarrassed about it, but I prefer to be on time and less ‘dressed” than be late (anyway, he especially asked for discretion and I thought that sweat pants are about as discrete as one can be).

 

So I enter the hotel, quickly walk by the reception (no one is looking at me as I’m just one more sweat pant wearing woman walking through,  hardly looking like the escort girl). So I arrive at my clients door, not feeling very sexy, slightly embarrassed, and then he opens the door.

 

He looks at me with a slightly puzzled look on his face, I enter as I don’t like waiting in the hall and he asks me ‘how did I know?”.  Now I”m the puzzled one. I ask about what? He says he loves sweat pants, it simply turns him on, really turns him on.

 

Now, I’m not really sure how to be sexy in sweatpants. I can do it in hi-heels, give me a short skirt and stockings and I cant be beat, but sweatpants!! If I go to the desk and bend over, you cant even see my body being outlined by my clothes. If I put my leg up on the chair, there is no “leg” to see (I’ve got long thin sexy legs).

 

I decide that I”m going to be in control. So I walk across the room and tell him to stand and just watch. I go to the chair, pull down my pants and spread my legs. I look up and make sure that he is still standing (his mouth is just abit open). I tell him he can pull down his pants, which he does in about 2 seconds.

 

My hand slips between my legs, my legs go wider. (to picture this, keep in mind, that my top is still one, its just a tee shirt, but I’ve taken off my bra so my nipples are showing through). I keep him there while I masturbate, with my fingers playing with myself. He is getting a bit closer, a little bit at a time, but I tell him that, that is close enough. I keep him there until I’m done. I open my eyes and he has this funny look on his face, I realize that he too has finished.

 

Hey, if any of you want to watch me, you should mention that in your email, maybe I’ll let you (or maybe not).

 

He then lies down on the bed to relax and slow his breathing down and mentions that I should feel free to take a shower. I’m willing to stay longer, but he says its not necessary. I ask him if he is sure, he looks at me with a big smile and says I met all his expectations, even more.

 

So after a quick shower I put back on my sweat pants, as I got ready to go, I noticed that he was watching me, so I bent over the desk and pulled down my pants to give him a final view. I looked back over my shoulder to see his slight smile on his face, pulled up my pants and then leave.

 

Two minutes later I received an email from him, he wants to see me again.