I've been in the hotel business my whole life. My place isn't high end, but it's nice enough. Very clean. We're not close enough to the airport to get a lot of business travel, but we do okay. Lots of visitors who don't want to stay downtown or locals who want to bring kids to the pool.
Occasionally, I get couples like the one in front of me now, sneaking away for an afternoon. Away from who? Kids? Spouses? I eye them carefully.
They're a cute pair. They could belong together. Her honey-colored hair is pulled back in a ponytail. She's wearing a bulky sweatshirt, but I can see decent cleavage peeking out of her zipper. Black leggings hug her curves and I'm suddenly dying to see her naked.
He's not winning any body-building competitions, but he looks fit enough. His blue eyes shift nervously, but when he smiles at her, they light up and dimples crater his face.
She's smiling up at him with great big moon eyes, a finger tucked into his belt loop. I chuckle to myself. I knew as soon as I heard her sweet voice on the phone.
I'm having trouble with my card, she'd said. Can I book with you over the phone?
I'd pulled out all the stops, making sure she knew I wouldn't charge her card and she could pay however she wanted when she got here. Of course she can check in early. Whatever time works best for her.
He finishes the paperwork and snakes his arm around her, pulling her to his side. She giggles and lays her head on his shoulder. He's wearing a ring, but she's not. Yeah, they definitely won't be staying the whole night.
"You said you're okay to go upstairs, right?" I ask.
He answers quickly. "Yeah, that's fine."
I smirk. He looks like he'd climb to the fucking moon if that's what it took to be alone with her.
"Two-oh-four," I tell them, smiling while I hand over the keys.
She takes them, beaming at me. "Thank you..." She glances at my name tag. "Sam."
I'm breathless for a second. Damn, her smile is gorgeous. "Uh, the cleaning crew is done with your room, but you might hear them moving around up there."
"No problem," she giggles again.
"Thanks," he says over his shoulder as he pulls her toward the door.
I slip into the back room, steadying my breath and counting to ten. I hear the doors of the truck slam and her laughter ring out on the stairs. I count to ten again and follow.
The little room next to 204 could be a utility closet. Just another door in a hotel full of them. None of the master keys work in this lock, though. I'm the only one who can open it.
It smells a little musty inside. It hasn't been used in a while and hasn't been aired out in longer. There's an old loveseat. A wobbly table and chairs. A television. And the towel I grabbed on my way up here.
There's a speaker mounted on one wall and a window that looks into the room next door. The other side is decorated with an ornate frame and looks like a mirror.
The couple is already inspecting the room and I switch on the speaker, hoping the little microphone planted in the lamp next door is still working.
He's saying something about how they should have brought lunch, his arm sweeping over the small table, set for two in one corner of their room.
She glances at him "I said we could stop if you were hungry."
He moves behind her, wrapping his arms around her. "Oh, I'm hungry, Baby." He pulls her shirt over her head and unhooks her bra. They both watch in the mirror as her breasts tumble out. He kisses her neck and she whimpers. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmurs, then bites her shoulder before yanking her pants and panties down in one movement.
She shrieks with laughter as he pushes her down on the bed. He pulls her clothing off and tosses it over his shoulder, then kisses his way up her body. She pulls his shirt over his head, touching him greedily. He stands, undoing his belt and pushes his pants and underwear down. His cock springs free and she sits up, reaching for him.
He backs away, grabbing her hands and kissing her. "Turn over," he commands.
She giggles and turns around obediently, pulling her knees in and wiggling her ass for him. He groans and slaps it hard before burying himself inside her.
Fuck, yes! I knew they weren't going to waste any time. I watch him fuck her, my cock straining against my pants.
She cries out suddenly, throwing her head back. He slaps her again, thrusting faster.
"Yes, Baby," he growls. "Give it to me."
She cums, moaning loudly. The speaker behind me whines and I turn it down quickly. She buries her face in the comforter, swearing. I can see her body shaking, collapsing on the bed.
