Jill laughed when she heard the maids. They were walking down her hallway jabbering away, obviously unaware that Room 222 was now occupied.
"It was the fucking ghost again I tell you. He got to that woman on 212 and now she wants to sue us. The horny bastard is going to bankrupt us one of these days."
"Nobody believes in ghosts and no one would believe her story. It wasn't him that scared the woman anyway; it was she who scared herself with her own lust. And I bet you twenty dollars she comes back in under a year and asks for the same room."
"No bet. I've seen that before."
The two broke into laughter as they continued down the hallway.
Jill chuckled to herself. "Another hotel with a resident ghost scaring the women. Hmmmm. Why did they refer to him as a horny ghost?"
Jill was in too good a mood to worry about ghosts. She had just ended a cold, one-sided relationship and was on her way to a new life. She did not know exactly where that was going to be so she had packed everything the bastard had not given her and started driving east. She was now in a small but nice hotel in Santa Fe.
She had enough money to last a year if she did not worry about money, at least five if she did. She had accumulated five years worth of salary during her marriage.
She was sure she would know her new home when she saw it and was confident it would not take more than a few weeks. With a degree and a teaching certificate she knew she would be OK.
Jill loved Santa Fe at first sight but it did not feel like home. Still, she liked the city and area well enough to register at the hotel for a week, Sunday to Saturday.
After she put her stuff away she left the hotel and strolled around the Old Town. She loved the colors, she loved the shops, and the people fascinated her.
As evening approached she walked into a Mexican restaurant for dinner. She was a good-looking woman alone so she received very attentive service by her server, a young man that reeked of sexuality.
"I bet he does not stick in for forty seconds and is asleep by forty five like the asshole," she thought to herself. "For three years the only orgasms that I've had that were not of my own doing were at the hands and tongue of his sister. Her, I will miss."
The meal was delicious and by the end of the dinner her server was definitely flirting with her. She toyed with the idea of taking him to her hotel and fucking his brains out but decided it was too soon.
She paid her bill, leaving her server a generous tip and made her way back to the hotel. Apparently she had more margaritas than she thought because walking required concentration. She stripped naked as soon as she was her room and stepped into the shower. The long day of driving, the large meal, and the margaritas were pushing her hard towards the bed. She left her clothes strewn across the floor and crawled into bed naked. She was asleep in seconds.
During the night she had a dream that was so erotic it woke her up confused and horny. In her dream a slim dark haired man with blue eyes was making love to her pussy with his hands and mouth while a woman with red hair and silky white skin watched. As Jill watched the woman the dark haired man mounted her and fucked her with sure strokes. He disappeared before Jill could cum. The woman approached.
In her dream Jill reached out for the woman who seemed to be startled and surprised by the gesture. She tentatively approached Jill and as she did the gown she was wearing dissolved, leaving her naked. Her hand had just caressed Jill's when she too vanished.
Jill had lost two lovers in one dream leaving her horny as hell. She attacked her pussy with both hands bringing herself to a big orgasm quickly. Immediately she fell back asleep.
She was pretty groggy the next morning. The details of her dream had started to fade and all that remained was the lasting effect of too many margaritas. After refreshing herself in the bathroom she set out to pick up her clothes from the floor.
Everything had been put away before she noticed that she had not found her panties. Two more searches around the room left her wondering if she had a better time last night that she thought.
"Maybe I left them with the tip for the server" she giggled to herself. She assumed she would just run into them in her room before she left. They were her favorite lavender bikini panties.
There was a knock at the door and before Jill could react a young maid came into the room. Jill was naked, standing in front of a mirror; a hand was softly caressing a breast. The pretty young maid was bowing in apology for the intrusion and gestured she could come back later.
Jill noticed the girl could not make her feet move, could not take her eyes off her naked body. The sweet girl could not decide whether to look at her pussy or her full tits. Jill watched fascinated as the woman's nipples attempted to break through her uniform. Jill pinched one of her own nipples.
Jill was a beautiful tall blonde, the kind of woman that is chosen as a trophy wife, which was exactly what she had run away from. The lack of warmth in her relationship pushed her into the arms of a woman. She had come to rely on a woman for her sexual pleasure. The woman in the room was looking at Jill the way she wanted to be looked at.
Jill's pussy became moist and her nipples became erect.
Somewhere in her mind the maid recognized that as an invitation.
She locked the door behind her and walked slowly to Jill. The housekeeper kissed Jill's' neck, tits, belly, as she sank to her knees. Her lips kissed Jill's' pussy which forced her to retreat to the bed. The maid followed and as soon as Jill was on her back she resumed lapping her pussy. Jill's cum roared into her body quickly. By the time she regained her breath the maid was gone.
"Now that is what I call room service," said Jill with a laugh.
She dressed and at nine forty five she went in search of breakfast.
She did not see the maid on the way out so she told the desk that it was OK for them to clean up the room now.
The lady at the desk smiled and said, "Your room is scheduled for two o'clock." Would you like it done before then?"
"No, that will be fine. Will that be the time each day?"
"Yes, unless you request otherwise. We can have somebody in your room as early as ten when our housekeepers come in."
Jill managed to say, "Two is fine," and turned away before the lady saw the look of confusion in her face.
"What the hell is going on here? Who was that woman this morning?"
While Jill's mind grappled with that puzzle her nose led her to a bakery. There were several tables outside and she sank into a chair at the t table nearest the door. A striking young woman with a nametag that said "Mia" asked if she needed coffee.
Jill nodded and looking directly at the oriental beauty added, "Something good to eat would be nice too."
