Room Service

DISCLAIMER: all characters are fictional and created by me...

ROOM SERVICE

I come back to my hotel room at nine, sighing. I can hear the busy freeway in the distance, and I feel a soft pounding in my head, the beginning of a fierce headache. Puffing, I kick off my high heeled shoes and toss them into a corner. It’s been a hard day, and I’m desperate for a shower. I start to unbutton my blouse when there’s a knock on the door.

I groan. Not bothering to button my blouse back up, I walk to the door and open it. It’s the cleaning lady. I should say cleaning girl, really: she can’t be older than twenty. She’s pretty: long, slightly curly red hair, big green eyes, a wide, inviting smile. Her uniform is appropriately skimpy, showing off her curves beautifully: the skirt is almost obscenely short, while her cleavage leaves practically nothing to the imagination. She glances at my unbuttoned blouse and smiles even more widely.

“Cleaning lady, miss. Do you need anything cleaned?”

I want to say no, but there’s something about the look in her beautiful green eyes that stops me. I hesitate for a minute, look away, look back at her.

“Actually, I was just going to take a shower.”

She nods, still smiling.

“That’s okay, miss. Sorry to bother you.”

She motions to turn around and leave. I move fast, without thinking.

“I don’t suppose you want to help me? I’m a bit tired, you see, and…”

Her eyes light up, and without hesitating, she steps into my room.

“Glad to be of assistance, miss.”

I clear my throat, unsure of what I’m doing exactly. Without saying a word, she grabs the hems of my unbuttoned blouse and slides it off of me. I shiver as I feel the soft fabric slide against my skin. In one motion, she unbuckles my belt and takes it off, letting it fall on the floor. She kneels to pull down my pants: I step out of them quickly. Dressed only in my underwear and stockings, I take a deep breath as she stands up and guides me to the bathroom. Her smile reassures me.

In the bathroom, she peels off my stockings one at a time, softly sliding her hands against my legs. I can feel my excitement grow as I turn around to let her unhook my bra. It falls to the floor, rustling, and she cups my breasts in her hands. I feel myself getting wet, and I start to tremble gently. The girl smiles reassuringly, reaching into the shower compartment to turn the water on. Sliding her hands down my sides, she hooks her thumbs into my dampening panties and slides them down. I step out of them, slowly, my skin tingling with excitement as she gazes up at me and grins.

She stands up again, guiding me into the shower: I can feel her soft hands on my back as she pushes me in, and the hot water cascades down on my naked body. I turn around in the shower, looking at her. Without saying a word, she starts to undress: unbuunbuttons her blouse, revealing a black, lacy bra, and slides down her skirt, showing her black panties. Looking at me, she reaches round to unhook her bra, letting it cling to her full breasts for a minute before she peels it off, letting it slide down her arms in one fluent motion. Her breasts are large and firm, with beautiful hard nipples. She pauses for a moment before pulling her panties down, slowly: her pussy is smooth and alluring. I gasp, the water still showering onto me as I watch her naked body.

She walks up to me, stepping into the shower without letting her eyes wander from me for even a moment. I can see the drops of water splashing on her beautiful breasts as she steps in, grabbing a sponge and gently squeezing it.

“Turn around.”

I obey, turning my back to her, trembling. I shiver as I feel the sponge make contact with my skin, gushing its soapy wetness over my back and buttocks. She makes small circles between my shoulder blades, and I feel a little groan escaping me. As my muscles relax, she slide the sponge down to the small of my back, repeating the little circles, making them a bit wider with each round, until I can feel the sponge brushing over theet oet of my buttocks. Biting my lower lip, I feel the sponge slide lower, lathering up my bottom with soft, tingling foam. I close my eyes, revelling in the feeling. Her other hand is softly sliding up and down my left side, moving from my lowest rib to my hip and back. I can hear myself panting as she caresses me, making my skin tingle. Still soaping up my bottom, she slides her left hand round over my stomach and up to my breasts. Standing perfectly still, I feel her cup my left breast in her hand, softly squeezing it, teasing my nipples to full erectness. She brushes my left nipple with her fingertips, causing me to moan softly. Pressing her wet, naked body against my back, she moves her hand down a to to my moist pussy: I can feel her fingertips trace over my stomach until they nestle between my legs, cupping my folds and softly rubbing over them. Her full breasts and hard nipples are pressed against my back as she slowly rubs her middle finger along my slit, feeling its wetness, before she slips it in between my folds. I gasp, pressing back into her almost instinctively: she places a wet kiss in my neck as she slides the finger in and out, rubbing my hard clit with her thumb. I feel her rubbing up against me as she fingers me: the sponge drops to the floor, and she places her right hand on my breast, kneading it firmly. I let my head fall back on her shoulder as I grind onto her hand, my lips slightly parted in ecstasy at her touch: I hear my moans echo in the shower. She continues to finger me, at a fast and steady rhythm, as she fondles my right breast, lifting it up and letting it fall again, rolling the nipple between her fingers, alternating between stroking and squeezing it. I moan as I feel my orgasm approaching, quickly and inevitably like a speeding train. I groan, bucking against my lover as the first wave engulfs me, my muscles clenching and releasing with a strong, pulsating rhythm. My pussy convulses over her fingers as I go weak in her arms, letting myself fall back into her, washing her hand with my hot juices. She strokes my wet hair as I cum, whispering sweet words in my ear. I sigh, as the water runs over my warm, tingling skin, trying to figure out the tip I’ll have to give her.