I stayed off the subject of Penny’s exposure in the store for a quite some time after that. I was itching to see her exposed again, but I knew there was no point in pushing her, Penny was never a willing pushee. I’d treated her to a trip to Berlin for a concert to celebrate her twenty-seventh birthday, with a night in a really swish hotel, when the next chance presented itself. After the concert we’d been for a few beers and then collapsed into bed and slept. When I woke up in the early morning, I looked at my watch. It was just after seven thirty. I went for a leak and on my way back to bed, I stopped to admire the view. Penny had thrown off the sheet that we were sleeping under, and the short baby-blue nightdress she’d bought for the trip had ridden up. For once, she was naked under it. The sight of Penny’s bare bottom, which was like a peach, gave me a hard-on as usual. I was about to take advantage of her, when I had an even better idea…
I patted Penny on her bare bottom. She didn’t even twitch, so I knew she was still fast asleep. Very carefully, I picked up the bedside phone and quietly ordered breakfast to be brought to our room. I opened our door a fraction, so whoever who brought the breakfast would know not to knock. I sat in bed and waited, ruffling up the sheet to conceal that my cock was rigid. When I heard the trolley out in the corridor, my pulse rate shot way up. My mind was racing. Would it be a man or a woman? Old or young? Would they be shocked or appreciative? Was I crazy?
A waiter, wearing a pristine white jacket and black trousers with a knife-edge crease, backed into the room with the trolley. I glanced at Penny. She was still spark out, flat on her face, legs together but with her naked buttocks in full view. The waiter turned round. He was middle thirties, at a guess, probably Turkish, like most of the hotel staff. As he pushed the trolley across the room, his eyes kept straying to Penny’s ass with an air of appreciation. I gently stroked her bottom and felt her stir. The waiter was busy arranging cups and plates on the table across the room, but still with half an eye on Penny. I took a deep breath, tapped her a little harder on her buttocks and said,
“Breakfast, honey.”
Penny grunted, stretched…and turned over. The waiter’s eyes opened wider as her bush was revealed. Then Penny opened her eyes and took on board that we weren’t alone and that she was naked from the waist down. She squeaked and grabbed the sheet to cover herself up. That left me with little Willie out in the open and I grabbed some of it back. The waiter’s carefully correct expression didn’t falter. He bowed, quite formally, then smiled at each of us in turn, then left. Penny punched me in the ribs.
“Bastard,” she said. “What did he see?”
The tone of her voice reassured me that I was in the clear.
“Your beautiful ass.” I said, trying to sound calm. “And your bush. That wasn’t my fault. I didn’t expect you to turn over.”
Penny went quiet for a second and then flipped back the sheet that was hiding my stiffy. She grabbed it and gave me a blowjob that had me throbbing within a minute. Just as I was about to come, she rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide. I didn’t need a second invitation and we fucked for an age. Penny was totally absorbed by what I was doing to her and I felt slightly guilty about watching her in a conveniently-placed mirror while I pounded her. It was a trick I’d learned with Fiona. It took my mind off the sensitivity of my dick and so delayed the inevitable. Besides, Penny in mid-fuck was well worth watching. She writhed and squirmed, her legs wrapped tight around my waist, thrusting her hips upwards to get all of me as deep into her as possible. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging open. She sounded like an unfit jogger two miles into a marathon, half gasping, half sobbing. I never tired of watching Penny straining to reach her climax. A tiny movement in the mirror caught the corner of my eye. I lowered my head a fraction to see what had caused it. If it had been possible for my erection to become harder, it surely would have. The door was open a crack and I could make out the waiter’s eye as he watched us screwing. I went wild. Missionary, doggie, with Penny folded in two, we did it all. As had happened after the blouse episode, Penny came twice, so I knew that being shown to the waiter had turned her on in the same way. I only came once, but, oh boy…. It was so good it hurt. By the time I’d recovered, the door had closed and the voyeur waiter had disappeared. Penny headed off to the bathroom to clean up and I lay back and reflected. That was twice she’d been exposed, first tits and now ass and pussy, and twice it had turned her on. What could I arrange next?