? The Tidy Little Hotel Maid (L)

I was stuck in a hotel in South Carolina after my car broke down on the Interstate. Parts for older import models are scarce, expensive, and hard to come by. So, I had to find a place to wait while the part came in from God-only-knows-where, probably Timbuktu. It was hot and humid, usual weather for mid-August on the East Coast.

Fortunately, I had a lot of time to kill. But I really love that car of mine. And besides, I could use some downtime.

On the plus side, I found a great hotel with “privacy suites.” Each room had an indoor corridor or an exclusive entrance; they weren’t all lined up like books on a shelf along an endless hallway. The lodgings were more like mini-condominiums. Each building contained four units with full living quarters downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs. As with the best hotels, they offered a full hot breakfast. And some excellent restaurants and outlets nearby provided options for other meals. They even had an exercise room and a full-size pool.

The first time I laid eyes on her was in the hallway. I had just come from registering at the front desk. She was walking toward me, probably headed to the office. She was wearing the traditional black maid’s uniform with a white apron and stood all of 5’ 3” tall. I smiled and said hello. Though she looked surprised, she returned my greeting.

I at least had to try and talk to her. As she continued past me, I spoke up. “Excuse me, miss,” I said. “Are these rooms with kitchenettes?”

I knew the answer; Jennifer at the front desk had just given me the whole room layout. I just hoped for some conversation with this beautiful woman.

“Yes, sir, they do have them. Plus high-speed internet and free cable TV,” she added with a smile.

“That’s good. My computer is my office. I’m one of those who work from anywhere, as long as I have a fast connection. Not much of a TV watcher though.” Lord, did I sound like a fool or what?

“Oh, yes sir,” she had the biggest grin I’ve ever seen.

“Great, and do they….”

“Excuse me, Mr. Landers.” It was Jennifer from the front desk.

“I’m very sorry, sir, but I forgot to ask you to sign one more thing.”

“Please excuse me,” I said. I turned and followed Jennifer back to the front desk. As I scrawled my name on the last piece of paper, I glanced back to watch one shapely black-clad backside head toward the exit. “Do you know her name?” Jennifer looked about the same age as the young maid- I’d guess early twenties – and very cute herself.

“Of course! That’s Milly. As I was saying, I’m so sorry about this. And again, you’re in room 511, Mr. Landers. It’s building five just on the other side of the pool. Parking is in the back. Hope you have a nice stay, sir.”

“Thanks again, Jennifer,” I said as I left the front desk.

The next time I saw Milly, she was cleaning my room as I walked in.

“I’m so sorry, sir! I should have had your room ready for you by now. Please don’t say anything to management,” Milly said in a somewhat fearful tone.

“No, of course not,” is what I said. But what was going through my head was, ‘Just what would you do to help keep my mouth shut?’

“Thank you, sir,” Milly said as she went back to her dusting.

I stood there for a few minutes, just taking in this beautiful little maid. Did she seem taller now? As I scanned her sexy body, I noticed the high heels at the end of those gorgeous legs. Oh, dear Lord, my knees felt weak! Right then I decided to get out of there, maybe go for something to eat.

When I came back from my late lunch, I didn’t expect to see a cart still outside my room. I assumed the staff only worked until around mid-afternoon or so. My door was closed, so I thought maybe the little maid had forgotten it or something. I slid the magnetic card into the slot on the door and, when I entered, saw her bent over vacuuming under the coffee table. She straightened up, startled, as was I.

“Oh,” I said, “ thought you’d finished. I’ll get out of your way.”

“It’s okay. I’ll only be about ten minutes longer, sir,” she said.

“Oh no, I’ll just leave you to it.”

I backed out of my room. As I closed the door, I thought, ‘What a dumbass. I could have stayed and watched her.’ But then it occurred to me to head out to the pool area. I could position myself to see her through the window. There were a few magazines on a hall table, and I grabbed one as I exited. That way it wouldn’t be obvious that I was watching her like some perverted peeping tom.

For fifteen or twenty minutes, the sexy little maid went about cleaning my living area. Watching her got me horny and very hard. Even after she finished, I had to sit there and actually read the Newsweek in my hands to calm down enough to stand up.

Later that afternoon, I visited the guest laundry to wash a few clothes. Whoever had used the dryer before me hadn’t taken everything. I found a pair of tiny maroon panties in a dryer. I was holding them up, picturing a certain young maid in them when Milly walked in.

“I don’t know, sir,” she said with a chuckle, “They don’t look like your size.”

Startled, I managed to joke, “Of course not. They’re much too big.”

“No, sir, I think you’ll need a larger size,” Milly said with a devilish grin.

“I would definitely need more room in them if you were around.”

Milly just looked at me, then down at my crotch. Now I got embarrassed. The joke had gone on long enough, and I didn‘t need a charge of sexual harassment.

“I’ll just leave them here for whoever lost them.” I hurried to gather up my clothes to go back to my room. As I briskly walked by her, I noticed that she had a generous bosom to match her sweet rear end. And she had beautiful lips adorned with bright red lipstick. She’d combed her hair straight back so that it ended in an uneven fringe behind her head. So much beauty in such a small package!

I heard Milly chuckling as I walked away. That kind of killed my mood. All I could imagine was, ‘Now she thinks I’m an idiot.’ Thank goodness things got a lot more interesting the next time I encountered her.

After laundry, I took a long run on the treadmill in the exercise room. Then I headed back to my room all sweaty and tired. All I wanted to do was wash the sweat away and relax. A clean room with the bed made, new soap on the sink, and fresh towels greeted me. I dumped my wet clothes into the corner chair and headed for the shower. I washed off under hot water, then turned the water as cold as I could stand it. The frigid rivulets ran over my head and down my body until I had cooled down. Then I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, stepped out, and started drying off.

Unbeknownst to me, Milly had returned to the room to restock the tissues and the toilet paper. She entered after I’d turned off the shower, so she was unaware of my presence. And I didn’t hear her footsteps thanks to the carpet and the fact that I was toweling my hair dry. I stepped out of the bathroom still rubbing my head just as she rounded the corner into the bedroom.

“YEEEAAAH!” she screamed and threw the toilet paper rolls and the box of tissues into the air.

I didn’t scream but dropped my towel.

We stood, staring at each other, me wet and naked, she wide-eyed as she scanned my whole body. My knees felt shaky with my heart pounding as it did.

She just stared at me.

“It’s okay,” I finally managed. “You just surprised me. No harm done.”

“Oh, sir, please don’t tell on me, please, sir. I need this job, sir. I’ll get fired if you tell on me, sir.”

“Okay, it’s okay.” I lifted both hands in the air trying to reassure her. My heart rate began to return to normal. “I won’t tell on you. Just please try not to surprise me like that again.”

While we spoke, her eyes stayed mostly downcast. But occasionally they’d flicker up to look at this naked guy standing in front of her. Finally, her eyes settled on my privates.

I have to admit she could not have been all that impressed. The truth is, I’m only average-sized. So what she said next really stunned me.

“Sir, would it be alright if I helped you dry off? Please, sir?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “You want to what?” I asked.

“Can I help you, sir, please?”

“Well, okay,” I said. At this point, she might as well. I no longer had anything to hide. ‘Go ahead. Do what you want,’ I thought.

I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, giving her all the illumination Milly could possibly need to see everything there was to see. As I thought about it, I started to get hard.

She walked around me, looking intently at my chest, my back, my butt, and of course, my penis. Even at my face, which brought a smile to it and to hers as well.

She bent over and picked up the towel, looking straight at my… well, you know. She stood up and tentatively reached out to run her fingers through my chest hair. As she toweled off my shoulders, she moved around to my back. Then she pulled the towel down my back and gently over my ass. She seemed to take her time there before walking around to the front again. After some hesitation, she slid her hand over my hip and onto my dick. She wrapped her hand around me and lifted, with a look of fascination on her face.

As she held my penis with one hand, she reached with her other and lifted my balls. I was growing harder, but I was still damp and standing in an air-conditioned room. My goosebumps were getting goosebumps. As everyone knows, cold is no help to any man’s image!

She let go of my now half-hard dick and stepped back a little. She still wore the same black cotton maid’s uniform but without the white apron. The dress buttoned from the neck to the hem just above her knees. She started unfastening them, her cheeks turning a little red. A nervous giggle followed each release. She kept her eyes down until the fourth button, baring her skin to the middle of her chest. Then she looked back up at my still half-hard dick as she unbuttoned four more to reach her waist. At this point, the top started to gap open, revealing a maroon corset that pushed up her breasts beautifully. With a few more buttons to go, she now had to lean forward to reach them. She pulled up on the skirt to reach the last few. When she stood up straight the uniform gaped completely open, and I could see those maroon matching panties.

She flipped the top of her uniform back so that it slipped off her shoulders, slowly sliding off her arms. It fell to the floor in a half ring around her high heel black shoes. She still had not looked me in the eye, but she had stopped giggling.

“Now the corset,” I said, “please.”

Now she looked up at my face. ‘Oh crap, I’m in trouble now,’ I thought.

But she smiled. “No one has ever said please to me before.”

I watched and listened as she pulled one, two, three, wow, four, five snaps. That let loose the corset and her breasts were free. Still smiling, she pulled the corset off her breasts.

This woman’s tits were far and away the largest I had ever seen. I’m not sure if it only seemed that way in comparison to her small frame, but who cared? They sagged, of course. Gravity must win on breasts that size. Then my attention went straight to her hard nipples, and my mouth started to water. All I could do was stare, mesmerized.

She giggled again as she put both thumbs under the lacy hem and pushed her panties down. Just past her gorgeous hips, the panties fell and landed over those killer high heel shoes.

“Do you mind if I get back to work, sir?” she asked as she stepped out of them.

“Sure…. Yeah, sure.” My mouth mumbled, dumbfounded. I just stood there and watched her ass as she walked over to the bed.

She started to strip the sheets from it. Her tits and ass jiggled delightfully as she then moved back and forth remaking it. When she finished there, she pointed past me. “I’ll need to clean the bathroom.” As she walked towards me, I turned to the side so she could pass. She reached out and firmly grabbed my now very stiff dick and gave it a few good jerks.

Her movements were a model of efficiency. She gathered the trash and placed it by the door, all the time wiggling her ass and shaking her tits at me. As she bent over to plug in the vacuum, I saw a hint of pink at her nether region. I got more glimpses when she scrubbed the toilet and when she picked up the dirty towels I had thoughtlessly thrown on the bathroom floor.

My appreciation showed as my dick was now throbbing up and down in front of her. When she came back to where I was standing, she stood in front of me proudly with her shoulders back and looked me in the eye.

“Do you want me to do anything else, sir?”

“No,” I said. “That was great. Thanks.”

There was a dead silence, and tension and awkwardness in the air. Well, I felt that way.

Her facial expression fell as she turned to walk back to the foot of the bed where she had dropped her uniform.

“Wait,” I said as I stepped closer to her. “Have you ever had a patron touch you?”

She turned back to face me. “No. Never, sir.”

“May I touch you?” I asked drawing even closer.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed.

I placed my hand gently on her face, then caressed down to her neck. I brought my other hand up and put both on her shoulders, slowly moving them down her arms. The contrast of my rough fingers on her smooth skin struck me. Then my hands moved inward to her breasts, my fingers very lightly caressing their sides then the nipples.

She let out a soft sigh and leaned forward slightly into my hands. Her eyes fluttered, half-closed. Her nipples became hard pebbles.

I let my left hand remain and glide softly across her chest as I moved around to her back. My hand never left her soft-as-velvet skin with the well-defined muscles beneath. I massaged her shoulder muscles, and she moaned how nice it felt. As I leaned into her, my penis nestled upright into the cheeks of her ass. “I give great back rubs,” I whispered. “Maybe later.”

I stepped back and ran my hands down to the small of her back, then onto her sweet bubbled-shaped ass. It was as smooth as all her skin, but again, with iron muscle beneath. Soft but, oh, so lovely to fondle.

Her hips and butt swayed back and forth rhythmically as I rubbed. And then she pushed her butt back toward me, clenching and relaxing her ass cheeks as I squeezed harder and harder.

She smelled like wildflowers and musk, endearing and exciting at once. I heard her sigh as my hand touched her waist. Trailing it across the small of her back, I walked around to face her and sought her eyes. She smiled up at me as they opened. I brought both hands up. Slowly, lightly, I traced her curves from her hips until I cupped her breasts.

“Have you ever had a patron touch your breasts like this?” I asked as I lifted them and squeezed.

“No.” A very passionate sigh spilled lightly over her lips.

“Have you ever had a patron suck on your nipples?” I said as I pulled her tit up.

“Never,” she said as she watched.

I leaned over and put one nipple into my mouth and sucked.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as I licked and sucked and nibbled on each tit. Her areolas crinkled up, and her nipples grew hard again. I went from one to the other and back again.

I should have noticed then, but I was too engrossed in what I was doing. Milly was close enough for my dick to span the distance between us. I was pointing hard upward and throbbing by this time. That’s when I felt the end of it tapping her smooth skin. It pulsated so much that the tip bounced on her bare skin just below her navel and just above her cleanly shaved pubic area.

There was no doubt of the level of desire in this room. I was hornier than I had been in a long time. I rubbed; Milly moaned. I kept licking and sucking, and she kept moaning. Always give a woman what she wants in the bedroom, I say. But no matter how much she enjoys something, after a while you have to move on.

So I stepped slightly to the side, leaving one hand to continue playing with one of her breasts while the other slid down the side of her body and around her hips. I pinched and squeezed her nipple while also caressing her ass more.

I continued to play the asking game. “Have you ever had a patron finger your pussy?”

“Never,” she squeaked.

“Would you like me to?”

“Yes! Yes, please,” she begged.

I let go of her nipple and slowly slid my finger down across her tummy, over her shaved mound until my fingers reached the top of her womanhood. I gave it a little love smack, and she squeaked again. I started rubbing her lower lips, ever so gently. North and south, then round and round. Then more of the same, only harder. Her lips were swollen and very wet.

When my fingers were well coated, I pushed two into her as far as they could go.

“Ohhh…”

I pulled out, then pushed in again.

“Ohhh,” Milly moaned again, low and throaty.

I established a rhythm, increasing it little by little, and her cries rose in pitch until she pushed forward a little and her insides flooded my hand with her climax. She stayed that way for a few seconds, then relaxed and slumped toward the bed. Her body leaned forward enough that her hands rested on the mattress.

Slipping my fingers from her pussy, I walked behind her. My slick fingers reached for the nearest asscheek, squeezed, and then lightly spread her open. Her wet lips glistened. I moved my fingers in again, but this time slightly downward to find her G-spot. Milly began to buck her hips and, within a few strokes, cried out, “YES!” as her arms collapsed and her head came to rest on the bed.

Through half-lidded eyes, Milly tried looking at me. She smiled and managed an “Mmmmm.”

I leaned on the bed and said, “Have you ever lain naked on a bed with a naked patron?”

“No, sir.”

“You will if you move up and lie on your back.”

She quickly crawled up to the head of the bed and rolled over. Her tits flattened and spread wide. Her legs were partially open, showing just a hint of her pink slit.

My mouth watered. I love giving oral sex. “Have you ever had a patron lick your pussy?”

“No, sir.”

“Good. I‘ll be the first.”

I knelt before her and asked her to spread her legs a little more for me. She did so, allowing my gaze to devour all of her as my mouth soon would.

I moved up between her legs, pushing them open even more. First I breathed deeply of her womanhood. She smelled clean and musky like an aroused woman should. Her outer lips were puffy, her inner pink ones soaked. I pushed them open like a budding flower. Then my tongue went to where it could do some good.

She jerked when I first touched her as if I had given her a shock. I gently licked her lips several times, one side then the other. She started rocking with my actions, her movements continuing until I pulled away. A frustrated whine escaped her.

I spread her open as far as her thighs would go and moved in for the kill. Her inner lips bulged out at me obscenely as I ate her juicy center. As her rocking became constant, I settled into one area. I was hitting her sweet spot and was not about to stop until she climaxed.

As she neared orgasm, her thighs closed around my head like a vice. She didn’t notice, and I stayed focused. I pushed with my elbow, freeing my hand to plunge into her pussy. My fingers and the vibration of my tongue were all she needed to soar over the edge into bliss. Her hips started churning like I once saw a native New Zealand dancer move, causing my fingers to plunge in and out rapidly and my neck vertebrae to snap like a devil chiropractor was at work on them. I’m pretty sure she screamed, but it was hard to tell with her thighs pressed so tightly over my ears.

How long does it last when one person is being crushed while another is in ecstasy? Too long and not long enough. Finally, her body relaxed as if all its bones had dissolved. I rolled away and gasped for breath.

“Wow!” she said

“I think my neck is broken,” I mumbled.

It took a moment or two for her to realize what I said.

“Are you okay?” she said as she sat up.

“Ahrrrr, ahrrrr,” I said as I wiggled my jaw back and forth and tilted my head side to side.

She put her hand up to her mouth, trying to hide her blushing cheeks, and let out a little giggle.

She moved down as I moved up, giving me a quick kiss as our lips passed. Then she continued downward until her head was just where it needed to be. The pain of having my brain squeezed had robbed me of the urge down there, and I had gone limp. She looked up at me with hungry eyes and ran her pink tongue over her lips. “I’ll fix this,” she said.

“Wait,” I said. We couldn’t stop playing the asking game. “Have you ever does this to a patron?”

She looked back down at my limp dick. Sticking out her tongue, she licked the head and answered, “No, sir.”

With that, she pulled me into her mouth, and I went from one soft limp inch to full length in less time than it takes to say it. Her skill was unparalleled in my experience up to that time or since. In quick measure, I was harder than I had been all day. I can’t even describe what she did that was so very perfect. But I was in heaven and nirvana all at the same time. Time stood still. I hoped it would never march on again. I didn’t want to cum, but I also wanted to, needed to, more than anything. She seemed to know that and stopped just at the right moment.

After a few deep breaths, I opened my eyes and said, “Have you ever fucked a patron?”

“Never, sir.”

“Well, it’s high time you did.” Before I could finish that thought, she had crawled up and straddled me. Then she lined up our wet parts and sat back down on me. Oof! I was glad the mattress had good springs. I was in as deep as I could go.

Milly was exceptionally tight. I could feel her squeeze against every square inch of my dick. The only reason it could slip in as far and as fast as it did was that we both were so wet. I’m sure there was a damp spot on the bed already, but I wasn’t going to stop and look.

She had a small smile on her face, her eyes closed. Finally, she started to rock back and forth and post on me as if riding a big stallion.

I tried my best to thrust into her. But she smiled down at me and said, “Ya just relax and let me do the work, sir.”

I reached up and grabbed big handfuls of tit. I squeezed, tugged, rubbed, pulled, and tweaked, but mostly I hung on for dear life. She was going wild and taking me along for the ride. She did start slow, just rocking and bouncing, but with each movement, she became more and more enthusiastic. Soon she added a side-to-side and a round-and-round action. Her up-and-down became jerkier and harder. I thought the bed might break. It didn’t, but I wouldn’t have cared.

Milly started moaning, “Oh, yeah. Uh huh. Oh, yeah. unh HUH, unh HUH. UH. HUH. OH. LORD. OH, OH, OH! YES!”

Her pussy suddenly became much more slippery as another climax poured out of her onto me. She stopped moving except for her hips which were, I swear, vibrating! It sent delightful ripples up her front all the way to her chest, and down her thighs as well. But the real thrill of this was what her pussy was doing me. It felt like her insides were sucking me in again and again while my dick was wrapped inside a vibrator. The sensation was overwhelming, and in only moments she pulled me over the top.

I gasped. “Have you ever had a patron cum in you?” I somehow managed to get out through my gritted teeth.

But before she could answer, I was emptying myself into her already drenched pussy. I rammed myself upward as hard as I could. Blasting, two, three, hard and deep inside her. Four, five, six blasts. I was exhausted as the last bit dribbled out of me. Her smile had turned into a grin as she looked down at me while her pussy kept pulling on me. I would have given one of my balls to stay hard and continue, but the law of nature on a man would not be denied, and I softened.

After a few moments, she leaned forward, and I slipped out. She continued down until she was laying on top of me, her tits plastered into my chest. I couldn’t breathe. I just wasn’t used to this much activity then having a woman lay on top of me.

“No,” she whispered in my ear, “I’ve never had a patron cum inside me before, but I hope this one does again.” Then she rolled off onto her side, and I gasped quietly, glad to be able to breathe again.

“I will be happy to,” I said. “Just give me some time to recover.” I put my arm under her head and on her shoulder, and we cuddled there.

She lay quietly for a while. After a bit, she started rubbing my chest hair and worked her way down until she was playing with me, running her fingers through my pubic hair and squeezing my dick and cupping my balls.

Predictably, I started growing.

I looked into her eyes, “Have you ever had a patron lie on top of you.”

“Never, sir.”

I rolled onto her and slipped in easily. We fucked like that for a while, but I couldn’t get as deep as I had before. It took the force of her bouncing on top to push me to those depths. But she must have wanted more because she lifted her legs and grabbed the back of her knees. I raised up on my knees with my legs open and plunged all the way in. That worked! I was soon plowing the south forty. Still rock hard, I pulled out. Her eyes opened wide with a shocked look.

“Have you ever had a patron do you doggy fashion?”

She said, “No, sir.”

I rolled her over, grabbed her hips, and pushed her ass up. Aiming my hard cock for that wet hole, I sank it deep with the first thrust. Milly let out a hell of a squeal. I pounded her with everything I had. She had a few more orgasms, and I sure tried, but my tanks were dry. I slid off and must have fallen into a deep sleep.

The next thing I knew, it was morning. It took me a few minutes to remember where I was. Packing only took a moment, and I was on my way to the office. I kept looking around for Milly. There was no sign of her. I made it to the front desk, ready to settle the bill and be on my way.

Jennifer walked up to the counter and gave me a big smile.

“I’m ready to check out,” I told her.

“Of course, Mr. Landers. I’ll get it for you.” She typed on the computer for a minute.

Then from behind me came a soft voice. “I have your coffee, babe.”

I turned and gave my wife, Milly, a smile and a sweet kiss.

She whispered in my ear, “You left without your pillow mint.”

“You two are such a sweet couple,” Jennifer said as she handed me the bill. As I signed it and handed it back, she asked, “Should I reserve a room for you two for next time?”

“I’ll just call in, but thanks.”