NC-18 – No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.
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Our motel has a policy of having the desk clerk call the rooms of newly checked in guests to verify that everything is satisfactory with the room. I usually finish those calls with the phrase, "...if there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to call."
At least I used to. I don't anymore. 'Cuz now I know what can happen when you ask that question.
And it gets answered.
"What happened" was one afternoon I was working when this older guy came in. Nothing special to look at. Not "buff". Not really actually all that good looking either. But he looked me in the eyes when he talked to me, which impressed me a little. And he had some kind of presence that about him that I found attractive.
Our uniform is just a polo shirt with the motel logo embroidered in it. But I have to say that I fill it our really well. I have to get them in large to keep them from being too tight across my boobs, but then have to take them to a tailor to have the rest of them taken in so I'm not trying to tuck and extra six inches of fabric inside the waistband of my slacks.
Yeah, I'm one of those girls that a lot of women hate on sight or make assumptions about. I'm about five feet, seven inches tall and wear a size 34 bra and size "3" slacks and jeans. So why do I have to have to get my shirts altered? The band of my bras is a 34. But the cups are triple D's.
So like I said, women hate me. They're either jealous of the fact that they're so big and obviously firm or they make the assumption that they're fake. Both are pretty much full-on bullshit. They're not fake and yes, they are that firm. So kiss my ass, bitches!
So anyway, a lot of times when guys come in to check in or ask questions I feel like I need to tell them "my eyes are up here" since their eyes seem to gravitate to my boobs. It's especially embarrassing when their wives are standing right next to them. And even more embarrassing for the woman when she's had four kids and, unfortunately, looks like she's had four kids.
But what can I do? It's not like I'm standing there in a bikini top (though I might as well be, sometimes) or braless in a thin t-shirt! It's a black, pique fucking polo shirt, for gosh sake!
So when this guy came in and made a point of making and keeping eye contact with me, I was impressed. At least I was the first time I talked to him.
I called his room about fifteen minutes later and wound up having to leave a voicemail message. He came down later that evening to ask a question about restaurants and I mentioned a couple of our local joints since he said he was tired of eating in chain places.
I watched as he walked out and was impressed at how tight his ass was in the khakis he was wearing. Don't get me wrong, they weren't tight – the khakis I mean – his ass cheeks looked deliciously tight. Unfortunately I didn't see him again on that particular visit.
A few weeks later I took a phone reservation and I thought I recognized the voice. When he told me his name it sounded familiar so I scribbled it down on a pad as I completed the reservation. Once I finished the reservation I went back into our system and compared his previous stays to when I worked and I was right. It was the same guy.
I switched shifts with one of the other girls and was keeping an eye out for him to come in. I scored when I saw his car pull into the check-in lane. I usually keep my shirts buttoned up to the top to make sure women don't get any more pissed than they already do and I quickly turned around and unbuttoned all of the buttons and dragged the collar wide open to expose my cleavage.
When I turned back around, he was already standing there. And he made eye contact and held it the whole time we talked. But not in a creepy, stalkerish way, but in a really focused way. Like nothing else in the world was more important than I was. As I realized that, I started to get that warm feeling low in my abdomen that steadily drifted southward as we talked. He thanked me for my recommendations from his previous visit.
I got really bold and, when I gave him his key cards in the little envelope we use, I stretched my other hand out as well and used it to rub the back of his hand while I slid the first hand across the edges of his fingers as I placed the envelope in his palm. His eyes finally dropped from mine, but they snapped straight to our hands, then back up to my eyes. Not even a pause at my breasts. I thought when his eyes shot back up there was going to be either irritation or disgust in them, but they were just as warm as before. Maybe a little warmer.
I waited the requisite fifteen minutes and called his room. I put my best sultry voice on and asked if everything was satisfactory with his room. He said it was perfectly fine. Then I said, "If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to call." He said he would definitely keep that in mind.
That's all he said. Really. But the way he said it made my nipples tingle.
I watched and waited and hoped for him to come back through the lobby, but I didn't see him again. At least not that trip.
I didn't make his next reservation, but I saw it pop up on the reservation system. OK, so maybe it popped up because I had set a flag to have it notify me he had made a new reservation the next time I logged in. I was almost giddy when I realized he was going to be here for almost a full week this time. I was going to see what it would take to get him to notice my tits – and maybe the rest of me, too.
I told the manager I had some things come up and arranged to work every afternoon/evening shift for the whole week.
I had also talked my manager into letting me try out a thinner version of our shirts. It was still a polo shirt, but it was made from a wick-away type material and was quite a bit thinner than the regular polos.
I made mine even better by wearing a really sheer bra that first afternoon. It was black, too, so it didn't show except the seams and, of course, my nipples. I had to keep a thin shawl around my shoulders like I was cold to keep people from seeing my perky nipples. Perky? Oh, yeah. Turned the temp in the lobby down to make sure they were.
I saw him pull in and quickly tossed the wrap to the side and ducked down behind the counter like I was working on something, which I most definitely was! I quickly unbuttoned all the buttons on the shirt, then started working my fingers and thumbs on my nipples to get them even more erect as I possibly could before I stood up.
I have to confess I stayed there a while longer than I had planned after I heard him walk up to the desk. The problem there was that I had made the mistake of closing my eyes and imagining it was him playing with them and got lost for a minute or so.
When I stood up, I made it a point to arch my back like it hurt and watched his eyes. He HAD to have seen my nipples, but his eyes locked on mine and stayed there all the through the check-in process. I made it a point to lick my lips a few times. I asked him to step to the end of the counter, then made it a point to bend over quite a ways. When I had to take my eyes from his, his were still locked on mine, and when I glanced back up, they were still locked there.
I let my eyes close a little in a sultry way and did the fingers thing on his hand again. He didn't even twitch.
SHIT!!
Well, I still had another card up MY sleeve!
I waited about twenty minutes and called his room. "Good evening, sir. This is the front desk calling. I just wanted to verify everything about your room is acceptable?"
"Everything in the room is fine."
"You're telling me."
"Excuse me?"
Shit! Did I say that out loud?
"That's very good, sir. If there's anything you need, I'll be here all evening, please give me a call."
"I will definitely keep that in mind. Thanks." There was that nipple tingle again!
Well, that didn't go as well as I had hoped, but still better than it could have.
I didn't see him that evening, at least not in person. I did see him in my fantasies, though.
The next afternoon I watched for him to come in and waited a short while, then called his room.
"Good evening, sir. This is the front desk calling. I just wanted to verify everything about your room is acceptable?"
