Full Room Service – Soaking The Hotel Bed. Category: Long and Satisfying.
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Over the years, I have found myself in hotel rooms all on my own on many occasions. Sometimes this has been for work, sometimes for pleasure, but almost always, after a glass or two of wine, I’ve found myself wishing that I had some company. There’s something excitingly anonymous about hotel room sex, even if you know the person you’re with. It’s easy to imagine that it’s a hook-up and let yourself lean into that fantasy.
There have been a couple of occasions when I actually have had hotel-room hook-up sex, and I’ll get around to those in due course (promise). In the meantime, and following on from my last post which was a blend of truth and fiction, I thought I would tell you another tale of ‘augmented reality’, which is to say an event which actually happened – namely almost being caught masturbating by the chambermaid – but which I have taken to the next level in my filthy, fevered imagination.
The picture which accompanies this story was, in fact, taken at the hotel which I describe in the story, right before I wanked myself into a soaking mess having this same fantasy. Unusually, I took it with my phone as I had just spent an hour taking pictures with my camera, which had run out of juice. Consequently, the image quality is not up to usual standards, but I like it anyway, and it goes with the story.
***
Many people find hotel stays to be tedious, but I’ve always enjoyed them. There’s something about being anonymous away from home that makes me feel horny, as though just being away from where anyone knows me takes the handbrake off my inhibitions and puts me into a default slutty frame of mind. That being so, I always (and I mean always) pack a couple of my favourite toys and some sexy lingerie to strump around my hotel room in. A little while ago, I stayed in a hotel in London whilst I was there on a shopping trip. Two nights in a place on the outskirts of town, which, due to its location – about 10 stops out on the Central Underground line – was agreeably affordable. It’s a very modern place too, and the room was huge with an enormous bed covered in crisp white cotton. Oh god, how I wished that I had someone with me to mess the bed up thoroughly with. Perhaps I would meet someone, and in lieu of that, I had a vibrator with me.
I arrived quite early to check in, but was pleased to be told that my room was ready. I took the lift to my floor, then wheeled my case down the very long corridor seeking my room. I thought I had made a mistake with the room number, as I seemed to be running out of doors. I was going to turn around and go to check the last sign when a maid emerged from the door immediately in front to collect fresh towels from her trolley. Great, I thought, I can ask her.
***
‘Excuse me.’ I said. She looked up, and her eyes immediately entranced me. She was in her mid-20s, with dark brown hair in a ‘pixie’ style, a very slender figure – as far as I could tell through the rather frumpy maid’s uniform – and a pale complexion. She had dark red-purple lipstick and heavy mascara, which accentuated her huge, dark brown eyes. She looked slightly vampiric, in fact; a sumptuous red gown would have suited that look better than the drab grey cotton frock which she had on, but there was no denying that she had a striking appearance. She looked me up and down in a somewhat dismissive way and cocked an eyebrow.
‘I’m looking for room 328.’ I said.
‘Last one on the left.’ She said, indicating behind her. She had an East End accent and a twinkle – I imagined – in her eye.
***
I thanked her and wheeled my case past her trolley and further down the corridor until, right at the end, as she had said, I found my door. Upon letting myself in, I was pleased to find a very large, almost suite-sized room; it was very modern and clean-looking, if a little spartan, perhaps, in its somewhat minimalist aesthetic. I opened my case and hung my dress for this evening, along with a few pieces for tomorrow’s shopping excursion. I had nothing planned for this afternoon; I had a ticket for a show this evening, but it was only now 1.30 pm. Too early to head into town now, and we were too far out on the Central Line to warrant going into town and then coming back to change. My plan, therefore, was to find somewhere to have lunch, then retire to the room, have a cheeky afternoon snooze and then get ready and go into town early for a cocktail somewhere before the show. Perfect!
I made my way back down to reception and asked for a recommendation for a local pub where I could get some lunch. The receptionist gave me directions to a good one, about a 5-minute walk away. I took the opportunity to ask for a towelling robe to be sent to the room – I hadn’t been able to find one and I knew they were complimentary at this hotel.
An hour later, I returned to my room, fuelled with a nice Caesar salad and two medium glasses of pinot – well, I was on holiday, sort of…
***
I figured that I would need to start getting ready at about 4.30, so I had the luxury of a couple of hours to sleep off lunch. I undressed and slipped on my red chemise. I was feeling, in my slightly squiffy state, quite horny and thought I would indulge in a little bit of self-pleasuring to help me sleep. The chemise is silky, and I felt like I wanted to lean into the indulgent, woozy sexiness I was feeling. I was pleased to see that a towelling robe had been deposited in the bathroom, so I laid it on the bed and flopped on top of it – I didn’t want to make wet patches on the crisp white bedding until I had at least had a night’s sleep in them!
I closed my eyes and let my fingertips meander down my silk-clad body to my warm thighs and then, inward towards my smooth pussy. Ah! Oh, yeah. Hmmmm. That’s so nice. I licked a couple of fingers and carried the moistness back downwards to lubricate my sensual meanderings.
I imagined that there was a secret camera somewhere in the room. Maybe it was hidden in the smoke detector just to the side of the bed, looking down at me now. Perhaps someone was watching me as I played with myself; perhaps they were touching themselves too, getting worked up as they watched my index finger lazily stroking up and down the length of my vulva. I jerked a little as I touched my clit which, having hardened quickly under my fingers and the sleazy little fantasy running through my head was now tingling delightfully. I moaned and gave a little gasp. Then I heard a noise and my eyes snapped open.
***
Standing by the end of the bed, near the corner that led to the bathroom, was the pixie-haired chambermaid, her eyes wide and fixed on my hands and what they were doing.
I jerked up to a sitting position, pulling my chemise down to cover what little dignity remained to me.
‘I-I’m sorry,’ she said, ‘I brought you up a robe.’
I sat for a few moments, my eyes wide and mouth gaping. ‘I’ve already got one,’ was all I could manage to say initially, then ‘I’m so sorry. I should have put the do not disturb sign up.
‘My fault,’ she said. ‘I should have knocked – thought you were out.’ She put the robe down on the end of the bed. ‘I’ll leave this here,’ she said, ‘in case you need a dry one later.’ She looked up with a little smirk on those dark plum-coloured lips and turned to go. She paused and turned back to look at me. ‘You know, that was pretty bloody hot. It’s usually pervy old men trying to expose themselves to me; that was a huge improvement!’ She smiled and held my gaze – I could feel my cheeks burning, but I managed to return her smile.
‘Glad you enjoyed it.’ I said.
She giggled. ‘I’ll go now and let you finish what you started. Just for the record, I’ll be doing the same thing later, thinking about you, doing that.’
***
She left, and I heard the door clicking closed. I lay back and puffed out my cheeks. Fuck. That was so, so embarrassing. And, I had to admit, pretty sexy. If only I’d had my wits about me and asked her if she’d like to stay. Ah, well, I thought, I might as well do as she suggested and finish the job. I lay back and returned my fingertips to their task.
A knock at the door. Bloody hell! What now? Can’t a girl have a quiet wank in the privacy of her hotel room? I swung my feet off the bed, pulled the robe about me and went to the door. Opening it, I was momentarily stunned to find the maid standing on the other side. She had undone a couple of buttons at the front of her uniform, revealing a flash of black lacy bra.
She smiled again. ‘Sorry to disturb again, love, but I was just wondering if maybe you would like some room service? We’re here to make your stay as comfortable as possible, so if there’s anything I could do for you?’
I was struck dumb. She looked amused and reached her hand to my cheek, brushing a stray lock back and tucking it behind my ear.
‘Anything…’ She said.
***
Twenty seconds later, our lips were fastened together as we both set about divesting her of her clothes as quickly as possible. My robe was on the floor, along with her work uniform, shoes and, after a bit of tugging, her grey tights. Soon she was just in her bra and knickers, and I, in my red chemise. We stood by the end of the bed and kissed, pressing our bodies against each other. She was an excellent kisser – sensuous – and when she sucked lightly on my tongue like it was a cock I felt a throb between my legs. I was becoming very wet.
As if with telepathy, she chose that moment to move her right hand from my bottom, where she had been digging her nails in, to bring it to my belly and then, downwards, her fingers traced a line to my pussy and the slickly wet cleft. ‘Mmmm…’ she moaned into my ear, ‘you are SO fucking wet, ain’t you? Do you know what I want to do? I want to fucking drink you. I wanna fuck you with my tongue and taste all of that sweet juice.’ Well, she had a way with words, that’s for sure. I was hardly going to turn down such a charming offer, so I arranged myself on the bed more or less exactly as she had found me at first, lying propped up against the pillow with my legs spread, exposing my glistening, wet sex to her rapacious gaze.
***
‘Oh fuck,’ she breathed, ‘that is so fucking hot.’ She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. Her breasts were quite small, but I noticed with a thrill that her brown nipples were hard and prominent. Her knickers followed, and I felt another twinge between my legs as I saw her little ‘landing strip’ of pubic hair.
She crawled up the bed to me on all fours as if she were a cat, stalking her prey. Her eyes were narrowed with lust, and she swung her hips theatrically as she advanced towards me. At last, she was positioned directly above me; a few inches only separating our panting bodies. Her lips hovered over mine.
‘I could get sacked for this if anyone found out,’ She said, ‘So you’d best believe that I’m going all in.’ She reached her hand down, and I was expecting to feel her touch on me, but instead, it seemed that she was touching herself. I watched her eyes roll back in her head, and she moaned.
‘You’re not the only one who’s soaking wet.’ She said. Her hand reappeared, and she wiggled a couple of fingers in front of my eyes – they were slick with her juices. She touched my lips which I opened as, one by one, I sucked her fingertips, the taste of her ratcheting my lust up another couple of notches.
***
Pressing her lips to mine she then worked her way downwards, pulling my chemise up as she went, exposing my breasts and then fastening her mouth to them, sucking, nipping and licking then flicking the tip of her tongue rapidly across my hyper-sensitive nipples. Little shivers shot through me like electric bolts in a direct line from nipple to clitoris, which was, by now, tingling like I don’t know what. A very tingling thing, let’s say.
A little path of kissing, sucking and little nips with her teeth, making me jolt and buck, continued downwards until she was positioned over my pussy. She hovered her nose about an inch from the wetness and inhaled deeply several times.
‘You are driving me fucking crazy,’ she said with feeling before plunging her face downwards. It really felt as though she was trying to inhale and swallow me at the same time, lapping lustily and then mashing her lips down to completely cover my sex while her tongue burrowed as far into me as possible, squirming wetly into my vagina and sucking at the juices which were, by now, practically pouring from me.
I came. I mean, obviously I came, you know? How could I not? I am not a reliable squirter. Not porno-movie style anyway, but sometimes, when the planets are aligned and I am losing it to an epic degree, I can and do produce a little flourish to my orgasm, and this is what happened this time. I spasmed uncontrollably as I felt the fluids gush from me. Rather than pull back, she fastened lips over my pussy and I heard and felt her swallowing hard as I filled her mouth. It was deeply and profoundly erotic.
***
As I began to come back down to earth, she shuffled her way up to me and pressed her lips hard against mine again, searching my mouth with her clever tongue. I tasted myself; I was in her mouth and painted across her face.
‘I’m Suki, by the way,’ she said, breaking off.
‘Jaimie. Pleased to meet you.’
‘You tasted incredible. Would you mind if I went in for seconds, but this time I could shuffle round and hover over your face so I could get some too?’
‘I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.’
So that’s what we did. Suki spun around and dropped her own, soft, warm, pussy over my face, her thighs straddling my head as she dropped just enough for the tip of my questing tongue to flick away at her while she rocked back and forward. Her pussy was also saturated and I relished the taste of her as her essence flowed down my tongue. After a few minutes of this with accompanying moans and little yelps of delight, Suki leaned forward, burying her face between my thighs again. I was still bubbling away like a pan of hot water on the stove, and it didn’t take long before I could feel my next orgasm welling up again.
***
My efforts on Suki were clearly having the desired effect, although she was so worked up that I don’t think I can attribute it to an exemplary technique or anything. Nevertheless, when Suki came, she really came, rolling her hips backwards and forwards so that my flickering tongue was raking through the soft folds of her pussy as a little shower of warm droplets spattered across my lips and chin, trickling down my jaw and onto my throat and hair.
She collapsed on top of me, panting for air. She was so slender that it was not uncomfortable, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, jolting occasionally from the aftershocks of my orgasm and her warm breaths on the inside of my wet thighs.
Sadly, there was no time to linger and go for round three. Suki’s absence would be noticed. Before she left, however, we exchanged numbers and conspired that she would visit my room to make it up early on her rounds tomorrow. We could thereby thoroughly mess up the bedsheets before I made my way into town for my day of shopping. Now this, I reflected, was the sort of room service I could really get on board with.
Love, Jaimie xx
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