Jen inserted her key card and heard the familiar click of the door opening. With a sigh of relief, she walked into the fancy but empty hotel room that had been her home for the past week and would be her home for at least one more. She was exhausted from being on her feet all day, running around a busy conference center, making sure things would not go to shit.

Jen was a senior event coordinator for a big multinational company. Her job consisted of being flown out to high-profile events organized by the company she worked for and managing their daily operations. She had been doing this job for twenty-five years and was still as in love with it as the day she started.

Jen decided to relax by taking a hot shower. Thankfully, the luxurious ensuite bathroom had everything she could ever want: A shower, a big bathtub, and even a hot tub. Jen undressed, letting her tight, formal clothing fall to the floor. It felt freeing to be naked. Jen walked into the bathroom and treated herself to the fifteen-minute shower she longed for.

When Jen finished showering and opened the bathroom door, a cloud of steam billowed out of the doorway and fogged up the tall mirror on the wall directly opposite her. Walking over to it, Jen wiped away the layer of condensation and admired her naked figure.

Hot showers always turned Jen on, and seeing her naked reflection added to her arousal. Jen felt the all-too-familiar tingle, the tingle that every woman past a certain age knows, the irresistible call to orgasm.

Luckily for Jen, she always took a toy with her on the road for occasions like this. Even though Jen was a middle-aged businesswoman, deep down inside, she had the sex drive and raw, lustful desires of a woman less than half her age. Jen masturbated every time her busy work schedule allowed it, and sometimes even when it did not, but the urge became too strong to ignore.

Jen rummaged through her suitcase to try and find the vibrator she would have sworn she had packed, but alas, she could not find it. Faced with this unexpected sexual setback, Jen reconsidered her options. It was time to put the resourcefulness she had always prided herself on to the test.

The easy option was to use her hands to get off, but Jen did not feel like going down that route. Even though it was unplanned, Jen had to admit to herself that she liked the challenge of having to find creative ways to have her sexual needs met without the use of traditional sex toys. It was not unlike the last few years living under her parent’s roof.

Jen was eighteen years of age and had just started exploring her body, but without the financial means to buy toys and without a good place to hide them, even if she had the money, young Jen had to make do with what she had.

Jen dug deep into her memory and tried to remember some of the ways she had used everyday objects as sexual aids. Everyday objects that hopefully could also be found in a fancy hotel room. The first thing that came to mind was the pillow on her king-size bed. If it was firm enough, she could cover it with something like a towel and grind her pussy against it. The towel would not only aid in keeping the pillow clean but hopefully also provide an additional stimulating texture.

Jen grabbed a towel and jumped onto the bed. She pushed the pillow against the headboard and draped the towel over it. For a luxury hotel, the towels were surprisingly rough in texture. Usually, that would be a downside. But, this time, the cheap towel might save the day or at least her orgasm.

Jen straddled the pillow between her legs and began to hump it, with her hands gripping the headboard for support. Soon, Jen remembered why this used to be her favorite way to get off. The slightly rough texture of the towel seemingly always hit the spot, and today was no exception.

Jen, the businesswoman, was dead. She felt reborn as the sex-obsessed teen who used anything she could get her hands on to get her sexual fix. In a way, Jen had never changed. She had just gotten older, and because of that, it was easy to forget the simple pleasures she used to enjoy.

Jen cast her mind back to all those years ago, to the times she did this every day after coming home from her classes. How she desperately tried to stay quiet so her parents would not hear her, only to eventually moan out loud, just because she could not help herself. A sound brought Jen back to the here and now, the sound of her moaning, just like she had done every day after class.

Jen felt great. She approached her climax faster than she thought possible without toys. The only downside was that Jen felt hot and sweaty all over again.

“I need to take another shower after this,” Jen thought out loud.

At that moment, a tidal wave of memories came flooding back. A shower, Jen used to use water jets from the shower to cum as well. Jen stood up and sprinted to the bathroom. She did not need much time to decide on her best option to finish this masturbatory trip down memory lane. The hot tub had a massage jet. If she liked the showerhead as a teen, a hot tub jet was that feeling turned up to eleven.

As a teen, she only had the pleasure of trying it a few times, typically during spa days with friends. As Jen thought back on it, some of her female friends had given her knowing looks whenever she insisted on sitting nearest the massage jet every single time, but at the time, that was not as obvious as it was now in retrospect.

Jen smiled and climbed into the hot tub. She positioned her pussy such that it was in front of the jet and immediately turned it on, eager to be reminded of that feeling, the feeling that had been good enough that Jen had been willing to risk getting caught by her friends.

As soon as the jet came to life, Jen was surprised. She had remembered it being good, sure, but not this good. In seconds, Jen got hit by a wave of stimulation that, in that moment, rivaled every toy she owned. As Jen thought about masturbating during the spa days with her friends, her body began to spasm. Screams bounced off the shiny bathroom tiles, and in mere minutes, she reached an intense whole-body orgasm.

Jen turned the massage jet off and leaned back in the hot tub to reflect on how she felt. There was no doubt in her mind. She had a blast, a blast from the past.