Remote Controlling My Roommate Scarlett Venom, Jimmy Michaels

“Yoga Pant Pounding”

Scarlett Venom, the busty babe from down the hall, had everyone on the hotel floor sweating. Her sensual yoga routine was more erotic than exercise. She contorted her curvaceous body into positions designed to drive men wild. Her huge breasts strained against a skintight sports bra, nipples visibly erect. The thong-style yoga pants hugged her toned ass and shapely hips. Jimmy couldn’t look away from the mouthwatering display.

Scarlett undulated, stretching her arms towards the beams, back arched in a deep bend. Her pants rode up between her plump cheeks, disappearing into her crack. Jimmy’s cock swelled in his pants, stirring at the tantalizing view of her asshole just inches away. He knew it was wrong to spy on the milf practicing yoga but he couldn’t tear his eyes off her big, beautiful body.

Video Discreetly Recording, Jimmy’s finger hovered over the Record button on his phone. It seemed too good an opportunity to pass up, capturing this mesmerizing display for later viewing. “Fuck it,” he muttered to himself, hitting the button and zooming in as close as possible for a few steamy seconds. He sent the short video to his laptop for safekeeping. But watching it just made him harder. He needed more…

Jimmy scrolled, looking for a way to get closer to the insanely hot yogi. He logged into the hotel’s guest WiFi network. An era of voyeur privacy came to an abrupt and thrilling end thanks to a vulnerable webcam connected to the room Scarlett occupied. In seconds, he popped up multiple video feeds from every corner of her suite. “Holy shit…” Jimmy whispered as Scarlett changed positions, her widening stance giving him an eyeful of dark red triangle at the junction of her thighs.

Then, the feeds went black. No, no, no, Jimmy groaned. She must’ve closed the curtains. But after a moment, a new window appeared, captioned “Control Panel”. It took a moment for the implications to sink in. Was this some kind of sick joke? Or, Jimmy hoped, an opportunity?

With shaking fingers, he clicked the first file. An instance later, the camera in Scarlett’s room clicked on. Unaware, she was a statue frozen in her pre-bend pose wearing a cucumber peel thong pantyhose that accentuated her glistening folds. He had webcam control from the server. Selecting more commands revealed he had direct control over her smart cushioned bed and couch, massage showerhead, Roomba sex-toy vacuum, self-watering rosebud usb, talking dolls, mounted speakers and chargers that could easily subjugate a lonely client. Jimmy started sweating at the incredible controls in his illicit window. He could trick her. Or he could fuck with her head and mind.

First, he had to get her attention. Spotting the onscreen calendar, that morning’s PDA conference had been listed and crossed out due to lack of entourage. Sounded perfect. Using the access he now had, he set off the guestroom fire alarm “<Fire-" with a string of firm beep-beeps. Scarlett leapt and spun towards the hall. The harsh sound cut off as she scowled. Was that the bellhop texting her a room service consonant? Scarlett checked her phone, seeing nothing. Odd.

Curious, Scarlett went to the hallway. No one was there as far as she could see. With a shrug, she turned back… And froze as the door slammed shut behind her. Incredulous, she tried the knob. Locked. The only way out was the service elevator and she'd left her keycard in the room, in her purse next to her phone. Which was now dump in the pockets of her yoga pants and bra. Shit. Scarlett was trapped in the hall, nude except for her thong and sports bra.