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An introduction: I’m a single guy in my mid 30s who travels a lot for work. That’s really all that you need to know. I do a lot of consulting work, which pays well, so I got plenty of dough to spare. In addition to that I spend a good couple nights away a week, staying in hotels, so I obviously have all of that on expense. It’s a nice gig.
I did have a long term girlfriend. Things were going fine but somewhere along the way the magic fizzled out and I didn’t want to commit to something more knowing it was getting less every day. So it meant for the first time in several years I was alone. This wasn’t so nice, but I adjusted fairly quickly. As I said, the thing had been over for a while, so I was emotionally prepared.
One thing that isn’t so easy to move past, as a man certainly, is the libido. Normally, I’d have sex two or three times a week, which suited me fine. I’m not 18 no more. Now, however, I was wanting to fuck. I didn’t want to date or anything, needing some time to move on, and I wasn’t gonna pay for sex or hire hookers, so I was just desperate for a bit of easy action. Which often isn’t that easy to get.
So one Tuesday afternoon I checked into a city in the Midwest late in the morning. It was decent, four stars, although nothing too fancy. But a good level of comfort for a work trip. They let me check in slightly early, as it was normally a mid afternoon arrival time, and I headed upstairs.
I wasn’t sure what I was gonna do all day. I had some work, some figures to go through ahead of the meeting tomorrow, so maybe I could do that for the afternoon. What about evening? I considered going out to a bar, seeing if I could flirt with any chicks, but to be honest I just wasn’t in the mood. I’d probably have a bite to eat in the hotel restaurant, before coming back to my room and jerking off. Easy night, wake up early and refreshed. The post dinner hours are often boring and lonely on the road, that’s why I usually sat in a bar and had a few whiskies, but I just wasn’t feeling it today.
I got to my room and unpacked. I hung my suits up, and shirts, hoping that the creases would drop out. I got out my laptop and work gear, setting out on the desk in a business like way. Then I headed to the bathroom for a shower. It had been a sweaty trip and this is how I loved to relax after check in.
After my wash, I got out and ran the taps for a shave. This would make me feel nice and civilised. I stuck on some music, a jazz chill mix, and put it quite loud. Then I proceeded to lather my face and give it a good pre cut soak. I got ‘in the zone’, with my mind elsewhere. I wouldn’t have heard if someone had knocked.
Coincidentally, that is exactly what must have been happening. Before I was really aware of what was happening, the door swung open. I saw in the mirror a maid / cleaner in the doorway, I saw her open mouth in shock, momentarily frozen as she saw my naked body from behind, my firm glutes as naked as anything in front of her.
I spun around, realizing only afterward what a dumb idea that was. She was already transfixed slightly on my ass, so of course was just looking straight at my cock. It had been a warm shower and I’d absent mindedly played with myself, so I was sporting a respectable semi. She looked up and our eyes met, both in shocked panic.
‘Oh, sir, I’m so sorry!’ she gasped, turning around and closing the door. I heard her run out and my room door slam shut. She hadn’t moved quick enough, however, for me not to notice the look of horror on her face turn to joy. Her lips had curled into a big smile.
I finished my shave with some embarrassment. However, I realized that I had a raging boner. The thing was moving of its own accord so turned on was I at that intrusion. It was true, I decided, the show had really got my juices flowing. I think it was seeing her smile as she left, and her lingering stare that should have ended far sooner, that really did it: I would normally be mortified at a stranger having to see me naked with no prior warning, but she clearly enjoyed the show. This made the exposure acceptable.
Hmm, I thought. This could be interesting. I lay down on the bed and re-imagined the incident. I tried to picture what it would have been like for her to open the door and see a toned young ass on display, before seeing a semi erect cock proudly bobbing up and down, just inches away from her. It must have been enjoyable!
I slowly jerked myself as the incident went round and round in my head. I was convinced by this point that she’d be up for seeing more. But I didn’t want to just go and ask her out or anything… the thrill of her busting in and catching me was such a turn on that I wanted to repeat it. I wasn’t gonna go out of my way to expose myself or anything like that, which I would regard as frankly wrong, but if she was given opportunity to see me and took it… well, that’d be the best of both worlds. I mused the possibilities and fantasized until I came. I covered my chest in rivers of semen and had to take Manavgat Escort another shower.
***
My meeting was a lunch engagement. Typically, I would have a long boozy lunch with a client, we’d go back to their office to look at a few figures, then go out for the evening and continue to discuss business. The next day would start late on account of the night before, but we’d spend all afternoon and evening in the office thrashing out details. The third and final day would be left free to spend working in the office if need be or, if not, we’d leave it there.
So, on my first morning I had the luxury of a lie in. This meant that I was aware of the potential for my maid to come around. I kept one ear open for the sound of cleaning. When I thought I could hear them, I poked my head outta my door. Sure enough, there was the same lady from the day before, just down the hall.
I sprinted back inside and stripped off. I wet my hair in the shower to imply I’d only just got out, and wrapped a towel around my naked body. I went for the smallest I could get, to show off maximum flesh. I wanted to be sure that she did indeed wanna see more, rather than just stand there butt naked and have her run out screaming in disgust. It was tied low down my waist, with a slit down showing right up my thigh as I walked. There was a discernible bulge, and if I got at all turned on it would tent that towel.
After 20 or so minutes the knock on the door came. I walked towards it to open, but she did before me. She gasped a little and muttered sorry, seeing me in a tiny little towel.
‘Sorry!’ She turned to leave.
‘No, don’t worry, come in!’ I implored. She didn’t need asking twice.
‘Is it OK if I clean?’
‘Yes, of course, I was just finishing up.’
She entered with a smile, and her eyes were all over my body. I guessed she was late thirties, a sexy Latina with a thick pair of thighs and big breasts. Very sexy, although clearly her looks and figure were once a lot better.
She got to cleaning, changing my sheets, stocking towels. I pretended to be busy, getting my stuff together. I could sense that she was checking me out subtly.
I was quickly getting aroused. I realized my cock was swelling. As she moved around I caught her scent, feminine and intoxicating, and that did it. My penis started to rise. When she next looked round I observed her eyes widen. She was transfixed staring at my erection. By now there was a real tent in the towel. She seemed not to move, then when she did she barely looked at what she was doing.
I pretended not to notice, but when I had my back to her I quickly adjusted. Then when I moved round again she saw what I’d done: my erection was poking out the side, the swollen head clearly visible. I actually heard her gulp.
Then I heard her colleague call to her from our in the corridor. She’d changed the bed and the towels and clearly there was a schedule to stick to. Reluctantly, she moved to leave. I said goodbye to her and she beamed at me, grabbing one last peak at the tip of my penis. As she was exiting I turned. I pulled the fastening open and let the towel fall to the floor. There was a long delay before I heard the door close and she was obviously admiring my naked ass.
It had been such a turn on! I didn’t have time to jerk off and clean myself again, as I was now running behind schedule. I would save that for later. I rushed to get ready and ran out the door. All day I was distracted, thinking about that. I had to try it again! I fantasized throughout my business.
***
When I returned that night I fought off the urge to blow my load, saving the horniness for the show tomorrow. I’d managed to leave early that night, and I didn’t want to hang around my room. So I got my stuff together and went to the health centre.
The front desk of the spa was empty. I waited a minute, then an employee came out. He was in a white health centre outfit, and he looked to be late thirties. He smiled.
‘Hello, sir, welcome. Are you wanting a swim?’
‘Yes please.’
‘Here is a towel. And here is a token for the lockers. The changing room for men is just in there on the right.’
I took the items and thanked him. He was obviously gay, I could tell just from looking at him. As I went to leave he minced off. I did note that he had very tight pants on, and his ass was quite rounded, like a woman’s.
In the locker room I went about my business, thinking about the maid. I wondered what she was up to. Was she at home with her boyfriend or husband? Was she thinking of my naked body? Maybe she was just watching TV and sex – and me – were not on her mind at all.
I was so deep in this thought that I hadn’t noticed the guy from the desk come in. You know, the gay one. Well, just as I was down to my underwear I clocked him. I guess it’s a natural instinct, to be aware of other people just before you strip completely and expose yourself to another human.
He was behind me in Manavgat Escort Bayan an empty changing room, just restocking things and tidying, I think. It’s odd, I could feel his eyes on me. I hesitated. But then I thought, you know what, I could use this as a practice for some more showing off. Yeah! A sudden thrill went through me. It was odd, because I’m not gay. But it was just the idea of someone seeing me that got me going.
I turned around and pretended to get my key. I saw out of the corner of my eye he was looking at the bulge in the front of my underwear. I’d grown slightly during my daydream about the maid. Then I turned around again, put my fingers in my waistband, and pushed down slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Eventually my whole crack was exposed and I couldn’t hear him move any more.
Then fell to the floor. I slowly leaned over and picked them up, pausing while down. He now had a full view of my asshole. I stood up and turned, pretending not to notice him. He was now just staring. My cock was twitching and 2/3 erect. I was very slow putting away all my stuff and locking my locker. I waited until the very last moment to put my swimming gear on and walking out to the pool.
It was an odd sensation since he was a man. Yet he’d been quite feminine and obviously gay, so somehow it still felt masculine from my end. I went for a swim and when I returned he had gone. I had enjoyed my day, and was determined to push it to the next level.
***
The next evening I returned I stripped and lay on my bed, getting myself hard to the thought of that woman seeing me, and maybe having some fun. I called down to reception and asked for anther towel. Soon enough I heard the sound of someone knocking and they entered. However, to my surprise, it was a man! And not just any man, but the guy who was in the changing room. Well, I was so shocked that I didn’t immediately stop.
‘Do you want more towels?’ he asked. ‘Did you order some?’
‘Er, yeah, I did,’ I stuttered, not really know exactly what to do. Weird thing was he just stood there, talking, and not apparently noticing.
‘I’ll put em down just here, OK? Is that all?’
I nodded and there was a pause. An awkward, charged pause.
‘You having fun there?’ he asked softly, a smile forming.
‘Yeah,’ I answered. He walked over slowly. I didn’t stop him. He stood over me, watching me jerk myself. Then he put his hand on my thigh and started to caress. It felt soft, like a woman’s. He slid sensually up and down, and my boner increased in firmness.
Was I letting this happen? I guess so. It felt nice so I just went with it. Then his soft hands went to my balls and he stroked them. I couldn’t believe this! A random dude just squeezing my balls as I played with myself.
After half a minute of the tingling enjoyment of testicle play, his palms slipped up and pushed my hand off my cock. He took over, slowly jerking up and down. It felt so good around the head. He went quite quickly, sliding his fingers over the head with rapidity.
Then his head went down and I realized that I was about to receive my first gay blowjob. Boy was he good though. Clearly had a lot of practice. I was a little embarrassed to admit that no girl had ever given me head like this. He hungrily licked the balls giving me a nice tingly feeling.
I started to writhe as I felt the orgasm building. He obviously knew this, and let me slip out of his warm hole. He jerked quickly with his soft palms again and I came all over myself. When I came round he smiled at me.
‘Need anything else, sir?’
‘No, thanks,’ I panted. ‘I’m good.’ He smiled again and left the room, clearly enjoying that unexpected handjob and blowjob he’d given.
It felt kinda odd considering I wasn’t gay and not that way inclined. But he felt good. Way I figured it there was just one guy helping another, nothing more. Well, it hadn’t been the outcome I’d expected, but it had been an outcome nonetheless.
***
The next day work was slow. We had to work until the middle of the afternoon, so when I rang the hotel and asked to extend the stay by a night. After I’d had an early dinner with the guys from the firm, I headed back to the hotel. I was so horny from all of the events, even though I’d come the night before, that I was considering going to the health centre just to see if the guy was there for another blowjob, even though I wasn’t gay and remained very unattracted to him.
But the reception at the hotel informed me that they needed to send new towels up and change my sheets, on account of them previously thinking my room would be empty that night. I told them not to bother with the bed change, but I wouldn’t mind towels. With any luck, he’d be back up. I was sure that once the order went out, he’d volunteer to get up there. It was a small enough establishment that they seemed to have a small staff and I was certain by the time I had reached my room that it’d be him.
So I stripped quickly Escort Manavgat and lay on the bed. I started jerking myself and soon was hard. A few heart pounding minutes later I heard a knock on the door. I ignored it so I could pretend it was an accident. Another knock. After the third it opened and I looked down at my cock to maintain the illusion I’d just been so engrossed in masturbating that I hadn’t heard.
But it wasn’t the gay guy.
Instead, it was the maid! The original. I was startled, as I’d been caught unaware.
‘Oh, I’m sorry!’ she said. But she didn’t seem sorry. Or that repulsed. It fact, she didn’t turn around immediately as she would have if she’d been a random person barging in on a guy (or touch) masturbating who she didn’t think attractive.
‘I can come back later if you want, that’s fine,’ she said hurriedly, but her turn around to exit was very slow indeed.
‘No, that’s fine,’ I said, catching my thoughts and remembering that she’d been the woman who had twice very obviously checked my naked body out and enjoyed staring at me. ‘You can come in.’ I continued to slowly massage my erection.
‘OK, I’m just gonna change the towels.’ She walked past the bed, looking outta the corner of her eye. She made a real go of it, spending ages putting the towels on the side, refolding, piling neatly. All the while she was sneaking glances as my big penis.
She turned to leave and walked to the door. She paused with her hand on the handle.
‘OK, thanks,’ she said.
‘Hey, don’t go,’ I replied.
‘Erm…’ she stood transfixed, staring openly at my naked body while I touched myself.
‘Come here,’ I whispered seductively.
‘I’m not sure I…’
‘Sure you can. Enjoy yourself,’ I implored. That seemed to do the trick, because she walked over. Her dark black hair was tied back and she was in a modern cleaning outfit that was hardly flattering yet her curves were obvious.
She stood next to my bed and watched, nervous to make a move. I let her go in her own time. She was transfixed and likely wet, so I knew she’d come around. She perched on the bed.
‘You can touch it if you want.’ Her hand slowly went over and her fingertips felt my shaft. Her skin was soft and feminine. It sent a jolt of electricity up my body and my dick bounced in appreciation.
She became bolder and soon I was able to let go. Her hand took over. It was so slim compared to mine, and darker.
I was desperate for more though. I put my hand on her neck and gently pushed down. She willingly opened her mouth and started sucking. Slowly and first, just the head. Her tongue swirled around it. Then her tongue trailed down and up and down and up my shaft. She even went to the balls and ran her tongue across, giving me that tingly feeling. All the while her hand continued to jerk me.
She sucked well, with a lot of passion. Her thick lips were perfect for blowjobs. I laid back and enjoyed the experience. How had this happened! A maid casually walking in and sucking my cock.
She looked up at me and maintained eye contact as she took my penis in her two hands and jerked vigorously. I had to really hold on to avoid cumming as I felt the orgasm build. Thank God I’d already cum a couple times during my stay otherwise I would have covered her in my juice already.
‘Take your top off,’ I pleaded. I could see down the front and her lace bra was barely controlling her huge breasts. Silently she stood up, looking at me dead in the eye as she slowly removed her top. Her hands went behind her back and she unhooked her bra.
Her giant breasts fell out. They sagged just a tad, but were still nicely perky, especially considering their size. Her nipples were very hard. She was obviously enjoying this!
She pushed her trousers down and came back to the bed in her black lace panties. I was hoping she’d remove them but clearly not. I realized in that moment that she was unlikely to fuck me. Still, getting a blowjob from a random cleaner was hot enough, I didn’t need the added pressure of having to perform and please her. This was living like a king!
Her head went back down to my groin. She licked all up my thighs, the bottom of my stomach, and finally my balls. Then she greedily gobbled my cock, using a hand at the same time and bobbing up and down. Her lips slid so tightly yet softly across the head.
‘Oh, yeah, that’s it!’ I encouraged. ‘Suck that! Faster!’ She complied and in about five minutes of solid sucking later I could feel the orgasm build. This time I wasn’t going to stave it off.
‘Ohhh!’ I moaned, and let go. I came rivers in her mouth with no warning. But she swallowed like a champ, guzzling down my juices.
I lay back in exhaustion, panting in post coital bliss. She looked up and smiled.
‘I have to go now,’ she said. She gathered her outfit, put it on, and swiftly left the room. It was almost like a dream… had I imagined it? No, my cock could confirm it was very much a real experience.
***
I had to check out at nine in the morning, which was a sad because I didn’t see the maid. It was a shame, but I’d had a lot of fun. I went to the spa just after I’d checked out for one last steam. When I was in there, I suddenly wondered if the gay employee would be around.
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