Room service coping with constant arousal
Posted Thu Sep 15, 2011 11:54 PM
Suddenly the door knock, I rise and look through the peephole, a young blonde beauty is smiling at me. Perfect I think to myself as I unlock the door to let her enter. Under the cute maid uniform she has an arousing figure, with young full breasts, and a nice tight butt. She says room service, pushing the cart through the small hallway, as I smile back at her. I see her look at my stiff nipples pushing through the night shirt, wondering if she can smell my wet panties. She is blushing, seemingly a bit uncomfortable, maybe surprised at herself for getting a little aroused. As she takes the covers off the plares, I look into her blue eyes, say thank you, and hand her a nice tip. Our hands briefly touch as she accepts it.
I will be back in an hour, she says, to get the cart. I smile at her again, no problem, making sure she notices me gently checking her out. She leaves. My hunch is that she is straight, or maybe altogether innocent, but almost certainly curious about me. I will know for sure in another hour. I am starved, the salad is tasty and the chocolaty dessert is obscenely delicious. Now I am even hornier with visions of me going down on her, of her coming on me. I wait and play with myself some more, but holding back for what might happen with her. The anticipation is sweet, like the taste of chocolate lingering on my tongue.
The door knock again, I look through the peephole, it is her again, wearing an apprehensive smirk. I open the door, make eye contact, just in time I say pointing at the cart by the bed. My panties, obviouly wet, are nearby too for her to see. I can feel a stirring deep in my pussy, a wetness between my thighs. I follow her as she heads for the cart noticing her head turn towards my panties, a clear invitation to lesbian curiosity. Now she turns to look at me, innocent but wanting, as I reach out and gently touch her right cheek, her neck, and then quickly graze my finger over her breast. She is shocked at my boldness but the sqeezing movement of her thighs betrays her desire. I know she is mine, as I move to kiss her.
She is so tasty, delicately scented for me, almost breathless from her first female close encounter. I take my time, reach for her right hand, pulling it under my night shirt and place it on my wet thigh. I let go, waiting for her to decide to take it further. My tongue is now slowly twirling around her, god I am so fucking horny. And then I can feel her finger sliding up to my wet center. Its too much and I come on her hand, squatting down for more pressure. She pants with me, removing her top to rub her breasts against my own through her bra and my shirt. I recover, and continue undressing her, her bra, her hotel maid skirt, and finally her panties. She is very wet now, hot and swollen, waiting for release.
I remove my nightshirt, fall on the bed with her, naked and so horny. She is gorgeous, a perfect body, and so pretty. I go down on her, taste her, finger her, stroke her, rub her, gentle nibbles and countless kisses. Her hips are rocking now, her breath ragged, I move up and scissor her legs with my own, wet pussy against wet pussy, tribbing and grinding, I can hear her come, feel her pussy come on mine, feel mine come on hers, all expectations met, we are exhausted. We kiss again, deeply for a long time, regaining our breath, and I ask her ... was this your first?
She smiles, this time not as innocently, no ... actually my second today. We laugh ... and by the way the cart is not needed back until morning ... -suz
Posted Fri Sep 16, 2011 07:22 AM