It's a perfectly nice hotel room. It looks like an explosion in a Laura Ashley shop, but it's clean and the bed is comfortable, and it's only for one night.
It's cold though. The clock tells me it's nearly 3 am and the heating went off hours ago.
I move restlessly in the unfamiliar bed, pulling the covers more tightly around me to keep the cold out. I wish I'd brought something more substantial to wear in bed, and consider getting up and putting a T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms on to sleep in, instead of the satin slip which feels great but doesn't keep me at all warm.
My nipples are aching because they've been hard from the cold for so long. Every time I move, the slip pulls against them and I reach up to rub them, trying to warm them, and myself up.
The friction is delicious and I shiver again, although this time not from the cold.
The familiar tingle runs through me and I begin to rub harder, enjoying the feel of the material against my skin. With one hand still teasing and pinching my nipples I let the other hand smooth the satin down against my body, moving downwards.
Reaching the hem of the slip I pull it upwards, feeling warmth against my wrist as I do so.
The shock as my icy cold fingers touch the heated skin there makes me gasp and shiver. Slowly at first, enjoying the strangeness of my cold touch, I begin to stroke myself. Letting my fingers circle my clit, rubbing it gently then pushing deeper, my fingers start to get warmer and the ball of heat centred between my legs begins to spread outwards.
Fingers warmed, I swap hands, pulling the top of the slip down so that I can transfer the heat to my nipples directly.
It doesn't take long before the other fingers are warmed up, and as I rub myself faster I pinch and roll my nipples between my fingers.
Too soon, my fingers start to feel cold so I swap hands again.
A second ball of heat starts to grow outward from my nipples and I keep pinching and rubbing them as my fingers dance faster and more frantically over my clit.
Stretching deeper, I push my middle finger inside myself, flicking my thumb back and forth over my clit.
The faster I rub, the more heat I feel spreading through my body until I no longer feel the cold.
My back arches off the bed as the tension builds up in my body and my fingers are furiously rubbing. I'm on fire now, breathless and gasping. I keep rubbing, trying to prolong the sensations, but the extra sensation of a nail accidentally scraping across my clit is too much and pushes me over the edge.
The orgasm rushes through me and I bite my lip to keep from groaning out loud and waking the people in the next room.
As I get my breath back, I realise that my feet are still cold, but I don't care any more, the rest of me is nicely warmed up.
