Ravishing the Hotel Maid — Part One
My fingers were already slick when my hand pushed between her legs to find that she was soaking wet. The passion in her eyes left no doubt of her arousal as her feet slipped further apart to give my hand more access to her warm wetness.
It was a Sunday night when I arrived at my hotel in London, after flying in for a weeklong series of business meetings. It was almost midnight when I checked in and went up to my room. My first meeting was at noon, so I set my alarm and immediately fell asleep.
In the morning, I woke up early and as I was stripping down to take a shower, I looked at myself in the mirror.
“Not bad for a forty-five-year-old,” I told myself.
I certainly do not have the face of a movie star, but I did not lack for dates in my younger days, and I still catch the occasional second glance coming my way. I’d never had six-pack abs but turning sideways showed that I still had a flat stomach.
Just ten minutes later, I stepped out of the shower. I was drying off my hair when I heard a knock at the door. I figured it was housekeeping since I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I yelled that I was still in the room.
When I came out of the bathroom with nothing on except for the bath towel draped over my shoulders, there she was. I froze, with a surprised look on my face. She yelped and stepped backward, profusely apologizing, but one thing I noticed was that she never looked away from my naked body and was taking full advantage of the situation.
The housemaid’s eyes glided up and down my entire body, while I just stood there, in all my glory. I was glad, though, that I had just gotten out of a hot shower. Everything was hanging loose and full. As is probably true for most guys, I did wish that I were a little better endowed. I am average-sized, with good proportional girth, so a little bigger would have been nice, but what I had seemed to catch her attention.
I stood there looking at her and she stood there looking at me for several seconds until probably her shock finally wore off and she started moving to the door.
“I’m sorry, I am so sorry, mister. I did not know anybody was in the room,” she said with a lovely Eastern European accent.
I quickly stepped in front of her and stopped her before she got out the door.
“Don’t worry about it, Sandra,” I said, looking at her hotel name tag. “It will just be our secret.”
“Thank you,” she replied looking relieved.
She gave me a shy smile, one more quick up-and-down glance, and then started for the door again.
“You can finish the room while I get dressed.”
Her eyes swept over my body before briefly lingering on my still-flaccid cock. Breaking her stare, she inhaled deeply as she gave me a last lustful up-and-down look.
“I might get in trouble if I stay,” she responded, letting out a long sigh.
“Nonsense, I’ll get dressed in the bathroom, it’s ok.”
Her eyes trailed me as I got my underwear out of the suitcase, pulled a shirt, and pants off the hanger, and then headed into the bathroom. I smiled as I passed her, but she did not notice as the swinging motion of my cock was holding her gaze. I took a quick look in the bathroom mirror and was pleased to see that her eyes still followed me. I caught her staring at me, in the mirror, and even though she quickly looked away, it was too late; she knew she had been busted. A deep red blush began flooding her face.
When I emerged from the bathroom, she took a casual glance and then resumed her task of making the bed.
She was bent over at the foot of the bed, smoothing out the covers. Seeing her bent over at the waist like that, her dress pulled tight over the curve of her ass, was very enticing; it gave me a flash fantasy of taking her from behind.
Opening the door to leave, I looked back and caught Sandra gazing at me again.
“Hope you have a great day, Sandra. Maybe I will see you tomorrow at the same time,” I said and shut the door behind me, not waiting for her to respond.
The next morning, I followed the same routine and to my surprise, there was no knock on the door, so I took my time dressing as long as I could, but unfortunately, the knock never came. I figured it was fun while it lasted, but still felt disappointed as I gathered my things and headed out the door.
Opening the door, to my surprise, there was Sandra, standing right in front of it, with a panicky look on her face, as if I had caught her. I suspect she had been standing there, deciding on whether or not to knock.
“Good morning,” I said, smiling.
“Hi,” she responded in a shy voice.
“Sorry, you’re late this morning so no show,” I continued.
“No, I can’t do that again. If my boss or my husband finds out I’ll get in trouble. No more looking, sorry,” she responded.
With a knowing smile, I took a step towards her and just stood there, looking at each other for a few moments. The rise and fall of her breasts betrayed to me the arousal she was feeling at that moment. She had a bit of the deer-in-the-headlights look as I rested a hand on the wall beside her head and leaned in close.
“Be honest with me. You enjoyed looking yesterday, didn’t you?” I whispered in her ear.
She looked down and took a deep breath
“Yes, I liked it,” she quietly replied.
“You thought about me last night, didn’t you?”
She nodded, still not looking up at me.
“You want to see me naked again, don’t you?” I asked, putting a finger under her chin and tilting her face up.
“Y-Yes, but it is wrong. I’m… married,” she replied in a barely audible voice.
In a flirtatious tease, I gently and slowly ran my finger down her cheek and along her jawline, bringing a heavy sigh to her lips. I pressed my finger to her lips, and then to mine.
“It’s our secret. No one needs to find out. Come back tomorrow morning if you are interested,” I said taking a step back. “And you don’t have to knock.”
With that, I winked and headed to the elevator, leaving her breathing heavily against the wall.
The rest of my day was boring. All work-related, into the evening, and then a few drinks and dinner with my client, so I did not have much time to think about Sandr until the next morning.
The first thing on my mind was her. Would she be there or not, when I get out of the steamy shower? I draped the towel over my shoulders and walked into the bedroom.
A wave of disappointment hit me when I did not see her. With a sigh, I started toward my suitcase, when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sandra stand up off the couch and take a tentative step toward the bedroom. My first encounter with this woman had been unexpected, so it had a playful, teasing feeling to it. Today was different. Knowing that she had come to my room willingly, only meant she wanted to see me naked.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to my cock. It was going from flaccid to hard right before her eyes. In less than ten seconds, my cock had gone from soft and dangling down to a throbbing erection, pointing up to the ceiling. Her eyes had grown big, and her full attention was on my cock.
“I am hard for you,” I said in a husky voice.
“For me?” she asked, surprised.
“Yes, for you,” I said, closing the distance between us.
Standing right before her, I took her hand and moved it to my cock. I felt her fingers curl around it, holding it within her warm grasp. Her breathing had become a quick series of shallow breaths and her eyes lifted to mine.
“You can feel how much you turn me on, Sandra.”
Her eyes drifted back down to my cock and studied it for several seconds before she looked back up.
“No one said that to me in a long time,” she responded quietly and I gave her a sly smile.
“What do you want to do?
She giggled, and then an aroused look took over her face.
“You are making me think about things I should not be thinking of,” she replied and a flush immediately began creeping up her beautiful face.
“Good,” I responded and her hands went around the back of my head and pulled me down into a passionate kiss.
Almost at once our tongues started to dance together: touching, tasting, and probing each other’s mouths. I sucked her tongue deep into my mouth, prompting a low moan to escape her lungs. Her fingers dug into the back of my neck as I rhythmically sucked on her tongue for a few moments before releasing it so it could continue its exploration of my mouth.
As our kiss continued, I slipped my hands down over the curve of her ass and I realized she wasn’t wearing panties underneath her beige dress.
“You are not wearing any panties,” I murmured into her lips.
There was just the faintest whisper of her voice as she responded, “Yes,” realizing how the need to fulfill her sexual desires had overcome her mind.
I broke our kiss and licked my way up to her ear, sending a shudder through her body as I sucked in her earlobe between my lips.
“Do I turn you on?”
“Yes,” she groaned out as I pulled the back of her dress up and lightly ran my hands over her succulent and firm globes.
A tremor washed over her hips as I burrowed my middle finger between her ass cheeks, caressing the roundness of her ass. My middle finger rode her crevice as my other fingertips lightly swept up and down her butt, sliding closer and closer to her puckered hole.
She let out a gasp and her ass clenched around my fingers when I touched it.
“Relax,” I said.
“Nobody has ever touched me like that before,” she responded almost without breath.
Sandra started to squirm when I slipped just my fingertip in her warm asshole, reaming it around to bring a gasping breath. Not having any lube, I did not insert my whole finger as I just wanted her to experience the sensation of a light touch to her rosebud. It was more than enough to drive her arousal up.
What was going on between us was pure lust and raw desire. We both wanted each other.
With a surprised gasp, her eyes snapped open to look up into mine when I shifted over and pushed my leg between hers, forcing my thigh against her pussy. I pulled her forward so my thigh was deep between her legs. Moving her hands to my shoulders to steady herself, she closed her eyes before letting out a panting breath as I began rubbing my thigh up and down against her soft pussy lips and I could feel her liquid heat onto my leg.
Her hips quickly came into rhythm with the movement of my thigh, grinding back against my leg, prompting her breathing to become quick and shallow. The heat from her pussy was searing, leaving a smeared sheen on my thigh from her rubbing pussy. From the aroused look on her face, I could see the building pleasure inside of her, so I moved my leg back, triggering a disappointed whimper. Her sound of frustration was quickly replaced with a gasp of anticipation as I undid the bottom three buttons of her dress and reached in.
The silky smoothness of her freshly-shaved pussy told me that she was expecting this to happen. Sliding my fingers higher, I found her juices running down the tender skin of her inner thigh, providing a slippery trail to follow.
My fingers were already slick when my hand pushed between her legs to find that she was soaking wet. The passion in her eyes left no doubt of her arousal as I probed her slippery pussy. Her feet slipped further apart, and her hips pushed forward to give my hand more access to her warm wetness. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as if they were an anchor holding her upright, and a whimper escaped her lips as I cupped my hand tightly up against the entire length of her pussy.
It was when I touched her clit that her whole body jumped as if a bolt of electricity had hit her. She let out a cry of pleasure. Now that my finger had found her swollen pleasure nub, I began to massage it, sending a series of shudders through her body, followed by low, guttural moans.
Sandra’s pussy was incredibly wet and I easily slid two fingers inside of her, looking for her G-spot. Her pussy was like a boiling cauldron and I felt her moisture around my fingers as I started to thrust in and out, hitting her magic spot again and again. With my fingers pushing deep inside of her and the pad of my thumb bumping against her clit, it did not take long before spasms gripped my fingers.
“Oh my god, I am cumming,” she cried out.
I was amazed by both the duration and the intensity of her orgasm. A wave of convulsions wracked her body. Each convulsion started with a buck of her hips that flowed up her body and ended with a gasping moan until finally, she went over the edge, into that wonderful post-orgasmic euphoria.
Her legs started to give way, so I helped her over to the bed. She flopped down onto it with her legs splayed open. The bottom of her dress had fallen open, and I got my first glimpse of her pussy. She had a trimmed mound of dark hair, with moisture glistening in the curls. Her engorged lips were fully open, an invitation I very much wanted to accept. Seeing her swollen clitoris lustfully peeking out from underneath its hood instantly filled me with desire.
“That was amazing!” Sandra breathlessly said.
I just smiled and nodded my head. She reached up and grabbed my hand, pulling me down onto the bed with her. her fingers encircled my throbbing cock and her eyes gazed into mine as her hand started to slowly move up and down my shaft.
“That feels so good,” I said.
Sandra looked down and studied my cock in her hand before looking back up at me.
“Do you want me to give you a blow job?” she asked nervously.
“Yes,” I responded.
“I have never given a blow job before,” she sheepishly said, looking down at my cock.
“What? You have never given your husband a blow job?” I blurted out.
“No. He is not into that kind of stuff. Sex with him is fast,” she replied, embarrassed.
“Wow! That does not make for an overly exciting sex life. What about past boyfriends?”
“I got married right after school. My husband is the only guy I have been with.”
I started to ask her more questions but then I realized the time and jumped up.
“Shit! I gotta go, I’m going to be late for my meeting,” I exclaimed.
Sandra just sat there watching as I quickly dressed and gathered my things. I walked over and leaned down close to her ear, my tongue tracing along its curves, sending a shudder through her body.
“Tomorrow, same time,” I whispered and gave her a passionate kiss goodbye just to tease her, and then headed out the door.
She was still sitting on the edge of the bed with her fingers touching her lips as the door shut. As the elevator doors closed, I thought about what the rest of her day and evening might be like. I wanted sex to be on her mind all day, fueling a constant tingling between her legs. I wanted her to imagine what it would feel like for my hard cock to thrust into her. I wanted her evening to be preoccupied with lustful thoughts of me.
For me, it was going to be a long day and evening as I had my own thoughts and hopes of what the next morning would bring.
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