I was the first in my family to go to college and it was something that I had wanted ever since I was a little girl. My family didn't have a lot of money, so I worked during each summer, scrimping and saving for the fall and my return to school.
It was summer and I was between my sophomore and junior years, now passing the halfway point in my college life and I was again working at a nearby resort as I had the year before.
My duties did vary some but I mostly clerked behind the desk or worked as a concierge. The clientele was pretty well-off, the resort was a nice one, not one of the run-down, seedy ones that you can find, but nice if not super-posh.
We did have a few regulars, one was a man who worked in the defense industry, there was an Army research and development center near here, and he used our resort as his hotel when he visited them which was pretty regularly. Mister Weber, Martin Weber, would come for four or five days every three, maybe four weeks to meet with various people at the military complex on business. Most of our other guests came on vacations and bought golf or tennis packages.
I had seen Mister Weber a few times and thought he was a handsome man but really thought no further as I had a steady boyfriend at the time. I've usually had a boyfriend ever since my first one in the seventh grade. I'm considered pretty, my hair is 'dirty' blond and shoulder length and my figure is 34(C-cups, if you must know)-24-36, so I do attract the occasional look and leer, and I'm five foot nine in my stocking feet.
One morning at the front desk, I was there when he came to check in and as I got the check-in completed, I told him that the room wasn't quite ready.
"Well, then, I'll just talk with you then," and he looks at my name badge and adds, "Yes, I'll just talk with you, Kelly, you're certainly the most diverting thing around here."
"Oh, I'm sure you would hardly need diverting, Mister Weber, you look like you are well-entertained wherever you go."
"Ah but there's nothing like a lovely young lady to divert a man from the more boring tasks of life."
"I'm sure there are few boring things in your life, Mister Weber, you look like a man who generates excitement wherever he goes."
This banter went on a little longer until I got a notice that his room was ready, then I had the bellboy take him up to his room.
I was sorting some paperwork when the bellman came back down and walked over to the desk where I was standing. He was laughing as he said softly, not wanting to be overheard, "Well, your Mister Weber was an interesting gent. He asked me if there might be any available women in the hotel that he might hook-up with or pay for and he specifically asked me about you, Kelly, you."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Scout's honor, he asked me with your name, Kelly. Maybe he thinks you have a sideline? Could be your big chance, girl," and he turned and walked away laughing.
Well, now just what did Mister Weber think I was? Then it came to me that he certainly thought I was attractive enough to consider having sex with. The thought actually rather appealed to that part of me, well, probably of any woman, really, that responds to male sexual interest. Yes, it rather turned me on. Yes, he was older, probably about my own dad's age but he was handsome and trim.
A few minutes later, the desk phone rang and it was Mister Weber, "Oh, is this Kelly? Yes, my dear, would you have some sharpened pencils and a couple of writing pads sent up to my room? Oh, and also an extra key. I might need it. Thank you, my dear, I'm most indebted to you, Kelly. Thank you, my dear. Oh, you need my room number, don't you?"
"No, it's 406, how could I forget your room number, Mister Weber? I'll get these things right up to you."
I quickly gathered the pencils and pads, ran him a new key and took them up to the fourth floor. He answered, invited me in and we chatted a few more minutes, each side with a few flirting comments sprinkled in here and there and I was soon back at my reception desk in the lobby.
He made two more calls during my shift and I took the supplies up after I had changed at the end of my shift. There were extra glasses and a complimentary toothpaste and shampoo that I took up with me.
I had plans on meeting a friend after work so had brought a pair of tight jeans, a low cut top and a pair of two-inch black heels which I had changed into.
After I knocked, the door opened and he stood there in a robe.
"Ah, Kelly, just out of the shower, thanks for bringing these things yourself. You're just the greatest. Where's your uniform?"
"Oh, I'm just off my shift and I'm meeting a friend for a drink in a bit."
"Would you stay for a drink with me first, I know you're on your own time but the evening has started and I always find the company of a pretty girl the best start to any evening."
I could smell a nice fragrance from him, nice and fresh, not soap but a cologne of some sort.
"Well, I suppose I could," and I sat on the sofa as he poured two bourbon and ginger ales.
I wasn't fooling myself, I knew what he wanted and I was pretty curious about him and what might just be under that robe he was wearing. Yes, I know, maybe I'm a bit of a slut, maybe most girls are.
He sat next to me as we chatted about this and that, mostly about his travels and my school and job, his eyes often resting on my cleavage, yes, I have enough to have cleavage, I went into C-cups last year, yes, they're pretty nice and, yes, I like to show them off a bit. I often wore a demi-bra like I had tonight, just to advertise them a bit.
It was obvious that Mister Weber also liked to ogle them a bit as well, especially as I leaned forward to have some of the peanuts that were out on the table before us. As I went for some more peanuts, I hadn't eaten all day, really and the drink was hitting me quicker than I had expected, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
I didn't want to appear too easy so I just sat back and didn't return his kiss.
"Is it all right, Kelly, if I kiss you again? You're such a lovely young woman."
I really didn't answer, I just lifted my face so he could kiss me and he did. This time, his tongue entered my mouth and his hand dropped to my leg as he began to rub along my thigh.
I reached down and pulled his hand off my leg, "You're moving a little too fast, Mister Weber, please."
"Please, Kelly, it's Martin, after all, you're off work now and we're just friends," and he leaned forward to kiss me again. He kissed my mouth then moved down my neck and to my ear lobes which always turns me on.
I was now sitting back on the sofa, he was leaning over me, kissing down my neck as I felt his hand rise up under my top and onto my bra, his fingertips grazing the exposed tops of my breasts.
