It was a mild day in early spring and Charlotte was on the morning shift. She had been a maid at the Fourways hotel for two weeks. It was just a stop gap while she looked for something better. In the economic climate any job was better than no job at all and it paid for her nights out and a few treats. What she really wanted was a new pair of shoes. She already had 29 pairs, so another pair would make it a nice round number. She had had her eyes on some nice Ugg boots. Her friends all had them, and she didn't want to be the odd one out.
She had to be at work for 10, to do the rooms. She had been late once that week and didn't want to be late again. She had got up in good time and showered and just had a coffee and a muffin. She had got her clothes out the night before to save time. She thought her outfit was a bit silly, but she had noticed the guys at the hotel were always checking her out, so it must be OK, she had concluded. It was hotel policy for the maids to wear the traditional gear. She had ironed her little black skirt and white shirt, so there were crisp creases in the sleeves and the vent at the back of her skirt was razor sharp. She normally wore hold-ups, which she knew really got the guys attention. It was that little bit of flesh, which showed at the top between her stockings and skirt. However, on this particular day, she fancied a change. She got out a brand new pair of tights from her bedroom cupboard. She looked through the little cellophane window on the box and chose a pair of sheer black. They were 10 denier, which she thought were quite sexy and felt good. She opened the flap on the box and pulled them out. She liked the feel of them. The stretchy nylon was all clingy and warm on her hands. She took them down stairs, so she could dress as she listened to the radio. She put one foot on the edge of the sofa and slipped one hose of the tights over her toes and pulled them up as far as the crease of her bum and then she gathered up the other one and stepped into the tights and pulled them up. They were a lovely snug fit. She often preferred to wear them without panties and opted to go commando on this particular day too. She pulled her tights up to her belly and twanged the elasticated waistband, with a satisfying 'snap.'
Four miles across town Paul had finished breakfast and was idling in his room, watching daytime TV. He had had a wasted journey. The meeting with the consultants had been cancelled after the main man had pulled out with flu. However, Paul had already made the trip by the time they had called it off, but with a one hundred and sixty mile journey his boss had called to say that he might as well enjoy an expenses paid night and come back the day after. He would maybe go for a walk and then take the scenic route home. He was, truth be known quite miffed at having made a pointless journey but took it phlegmatically and thought he might as well make the most of what had effectively become a day off. He quite liked out of town hotels. They were always welcoming and gave him a feeling of novelty, without actually being on holiday. The little luxuries - simple things made him happy. The TV; the little tablets of soap and shower gel; the cinnamon biscuits in their shiny red packet. This room even had a little refrigerator. He didn't use it, but it was sort of comforting, to know it was there. He was just thinking about going out when there was a knock on his door.
'Yes?'
Charlotte turned the handle and stepped into Paul's room.
'Oh, sorry, I didn't think anyone was in, cos there's no "not to disturb" sign.' Paul did a double take at the sight of the girl in her neat little uniform. His pulse quickened a pace.
'It's OK, I was just off out anyway. What time do I have to be out of here?'
'Eleven o'clock actually, I can come back if it's not convenient!'
'No, carry on, I'll just get a few things together, then I can have a quick getaway.'
Charlotte smiled and nodded and set about cleaning the room.
Paul sat at the foot of one of the twin beds and pretended to fiddle with his shoe laces, while secretly watching Charlotte as she dusted the TV screen. She moved to the glass table and squirted a little shot of gunk out of a bottle, before polishing it off to a smooth sheen. She didn't quite know how, but she knew he was watching her. She had a sixth sense for that sort of thing. She turned round and Paul averted his gaze quickly and coughed nonchalantly. He stood up. At the same instant Charlotte dropped her duster down the back of the table. This necessitated her bending right over to reach for it. In her pelmet-like skirt this was going to give Paul a front seat view of her arse. Paul didn't miss the opportunity and gazed at her bottom lecherously, as she stooped to pick up the duster. He almost gasped as he saw her cute butt in her black tights. He could see instantly that she wore no pants and almost as instantly began to develop a hard on. He looked at her slim thighs and that cuter than cute ass under the skirt. Charlotte retrieved her duster and looked round at Paul, who had become a little flushed. The maid was only too aware that she had given him a treat and that made her feel horny. She had never had any of the male guests make a pass at her before. She would have quite liked it, but she didn't expect it today, since Paul appeared to be quite a gentleman. Charlotte looked at him and smiled nervously and went about her chores. Charlotte was quite a cute, innocent-looking girl, which Paul liked, but the uniform did something for her. The combination of the white blouse and black skirt. It said "Come and get it" and "Keep off!" All at the same time. Charlotte was about done and as usual asked her guest if there was anything else she could attend to.
Paul paused at her question. His mind was doing over time. He felt flustered and incredibly turned on. He held his jacket in front of his trousers to hide his erection.
'Erm, what...what did you have in mind?'
'I mean can I get you anything or help you with anything?' He felt his mouth go dry and he could feel his heart beating in his chest as he dwelled on the possibilities.
'Anything?'
'Well...'
Paul made his move, Instinctively. Raw sexual emotion was fuelling his thoughts now. If he stopped to consider it, the chance would be lost.
