1: Room Service
Beth and Nick checked into their room late that night.
The hotel was the last tall building at the edge of downtown, and they were on a high floor. Keeping the room's lights dim, they had drawn the curtains wide open to look out over the city lights.
The only building even close to the same height as the hotel was an old church tower covered in scaffolding across the street. Its peak was maybe two stories higher than their room. It was slightly off to the side as you looked out the window, and didn't block their view at all.
Beth was inspecting the large bathroom. "Bathrobes," she said. "They look really comfy."
Nick had kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket on the small sofa and stood at the window, looking out. "Let's call for room service," he said, "We can pull that coffee table over and eat at the window."
He set the coffee table in its new location, then called room service. Beth meanwhile undressed in the bathroom and put on her robe. It enveloped her, and only her bare calves and feet suggested that she was nude underneath.
"Let me get you fitted for your robe," she said, and began to slowly undress him. "Hands to yourself," she warned. He obliged, and put his arms behind his back.
She knelt before him. First, socks. Then she stood. Button-down shirt: slowly, button by button. Tee up over his head. Belt unbuckled. Quick tug at his jeans' button fly. Pants down and off. She knelt again to help him step out of his jeans.
Only boxers left. He wasn't completely hard, but the boxers were tenting out. Her face was right at his fly. She parted it and peeked in. The shaft was arcing, but the tip was caught below the fly's opening.
She hooked the waist band, and swiftly pulled his shorts down. He stepped out of them. His cock rose with each heartbeat as she breathed warmly on it. She opened her mouth wide and encircled it without touching it at all. Then she slowly closed her mouth around it, holding it in her mouth without moving. It throbbed with his pulse, growing larger and larger.
She held it like that for a long minute. She loosened the sash of her robe and tugged it slightly, giving him a better hint of her cleavage.
Then with no warning, she started bobbing and sucking frantically. He gasped and nearly lost his balance. Her breasts shuddered with her movement, parting her robe a bit more.
He found himself much closer to climax than he expected. "Careful..." he said. "Don't spoil your appetite."
She took the hint and pulled away. "Do you need a snack before dinner?" She sat down onto the bed and, keeping the robe closed, pulled it open enough to expose her pussy, then lay back.
He knelt down at the foot of the bed, ran his hands up her thighs, and licked his way up to her pussy. He grooved his tongue in the crevices between each lip, then straight up her slit to her clitoris. Flicking briefly, he then closed his mouth over it and pulsed the flat of his tongue against it rapidly.
She loved being eaten, and he brought her to a quick climax. As a reward, she offered to give him a massage.
"Lie on your stomach," she told him. He stood up, his cock still hard. "Well," she added, "as best you can..." And she went into the bathroom for her oils.
He pulled the bedspread off, and then the blanket and top sheet.
He tucked his erection up against his belly and lay down.
She massaged his shoulders and neck, then worked down his back. She did each arm in turn, then moved on to his bottom and thighs.
She reached his feet, then gently whispered, "Okay, roll over." He roused himself groggily and rolled onto his back. His cock was soft again but still plump. It flopped to one side and lay on his left thigh.
The room was very dimly lit but she draped a washcloth over his eyes anyway, to help him relax, and began working on his chest. She had made her way down his torso and was working the top of his right thigh when there was a knock on the door.
Room service. She'd completely forgotten.
Nick was breathing deeply and steadily, giving no indication he had heard the knock. He had fallen asleep again.
She had long since shed her robe, and she put it back on as she walked to the door. Through the peephole, she saw someone in a waiter's uniform with a rolling tray. Waitress, actually. She was an older woman, possibly in her fifties, easily twice Beth's age.
Beth looked back at Nick, sprawled on his back, shining with body oils, cock flopped to one side. She briefly considered grabbing the other bathrobe and draping it over him, then decided to show him off to the waitress.
Deep breath, then she pulled the door open.
"Room service," the woman said. She had a husky voice and a no nonsense face. She rolled the cart into the room and barely did a double take when she spotted Nick on the bad. "Hope I didn't interrupt anything," she said. She was unfazed. She'd probably seen lots of kinky behavior before.
Beth spotted the name tag. Rose.
"Just there on the coffee table," Beth said. "No, not interrupting. Just giving my boyfriend a massage."
"Lucky girl," said Rose, taking in Nick's trim, sleeping form and his thick and shapely cock. "Lucky boy," she added, giving Beth a once-over. Even in a heavy robe showing very little cleavage, Beth's breasts were obviously large. The sash, bound only loosely, nevertheless accented a narrow waist and wide, well balanced hips. "I see a happy ending for you two. Well, certainly for him..."
Rose set out the meal on the coffee table, with the occasional glance at Nick and Beth, then she handed Beth the tab. Beth scanned it, and noticed Nick had ordered a bottle of champaigne. "I don't see the champaigne," she said.
Rose looked back at the table, and at the tab. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll get it sent up right away. Ten minutes, fifteen at the most."
Rose rolled the cart back to the door, which Beth opened for her. Rose gave Beth one more once-over, lingering for a meaningful fraction of a second on Beth's breasts, then she met Beth's eyes. Then she left.
Beth closed the door, and resolved to expose herself to Rose when she returned with the champaigne. She turned back to Nick, shedding her robe, and picked up where she had left off. She moved down the right thigh, and started up the left.
When the knock on the door came, she went to the door naked and pulled it open without checking the peephole first. She wiped her oily hands on her boobs, making them glisten. The energy with which she'd opened the door caused her enormous boobs to sway and jiggle fluidly.
Instead of Rose, a young waiter stood there. He couldn't have been more than about nineteen, possibly younger. Beside him, a bottle of champaigne in an ice bucket and two flute glasses sat on a rolling tray.
"Room Ss..." was all he could manage to say.
They stood looking at each other. His eyes grew wide and locked onto the sight of her massive and shiny boobs. He scanned down her form, taking in the narrow waist, dark bush, wide, curvy hips and surprisingly long and tapered legs. While he was looking her up and down, she glanced at his crotch and noticed a very prominent bulge was already making itself apparent.
"Oh. Hi, yes," Beth stammered, "Just, ah, over there." The young waiter wheeled the tray in, and gasped quietly when he spotted Nick's sleeping form on the bed.
"Please be quiet, my boyfriend is asleep." Trying not to stare at either Nick or Beth, the boy unloaded the champaign snd glasses onto the coffee table. There were also two slices of cake. "Compliments of the manager, for the oversight," he whispered, indicating the cake.
His trousers were slightly baggy and pleated, and they allowed the bulge to grow into a very noticeable protrusion. She was already standing naked in front this young man. Beth decided to throw caution to the winds.
"Did Rose send you up?" she asked. He nodded. Beth smiled. Rose was hazing this poor boy.
"Do you want to stay for a few more minutes?" she asked. "I was just about to finish my boyfriend's massage. You can watch if you like."
"Oh god," the boy sighed, staring at Beth's naked form. "I don't know..."
She looked at the hard bulge, guessing he was completely erect, and then at his name tag. Eric. Then she looked him in the eye, and said softly, "Actually, Eric, my boyfriend is out cold for the time being. He can wait. Let me give you your tip."
She walked up to him, took his hands and placed them on each of her breasts. "Go on," she whispered. He started kneading them in his hands, caressing her nipples. She unzipped his pants and eagerly pulled his erection out. It was smooth, as if it were fuller than the skin could accommodate. A little thinner than Nick's. She stroked him slowly and lightly, then as his breathing quickened, she sped up. He was young, and eager, and she could tell he wouldn't last very long.
She tightened her grip and stroked faster. He had stopped kneading her boobs and simply clenched them, all his attention on her hand around his cock. His eyes unfocussed. Involuntarily, he started bucking his hips. She dropped to her knees and after only a few more strokes, he sighed, "oh shit," and started coming all over her breasts. Each shot was strong and thick. She held onto his shaft, feeling him throb in her hand, then caught him up into her cleavage to feel the last few pulses.
"Okay, sweetie, can you go get me a hand towel?"
Eric hurried off to the bathroom, his young cock still hard and sticking out of his pants. He came back and she towelled off his cum. He watched her, transfixed. She noticed his erection was showing no signs of flagging yet. She glanced back at Nick, still asleep.
"Here," she said, still kneeling. She took him in her mouth and sucked him hard.
