He'd made it his habit to walk all the floors after he finished the paperwork of his night audit shift at the small town hotel. It wasn't at all unusual to find suites wide open, an open invitation to unwanted guests. The construction workers doing the renovations were just too lazy to keep going to the front desk to get keys, so they just jammed something in the way of the door closing. Despite their carelessness, he had yet to discover anything amiss in any of the rooms.
He always started at the penthouse, and walked down the stairs floor by floor. On the 10th floor were the executive suites – a little fancier and a lot more expensive! They were among the last to be renovated, and none of them were complete yet. It was pretty common for these rooms to be left open, despite the presence of thousands of dollars worth of furnishings in each one. He thought he heard music when he reached the floor, and wasn't at all surprised to find several of the suites open. When he got to 1003, the music was becoming louder and louder. He expected to see a radio left on by the workmen, but he didn't expect what he saw when he walked into the room.
Lying on the couch was a very attractive woman, and the TV was on the music channel. He waited for the woman to run or do something, but she lay motionless. He watched her, and she was breathing all right. She just wasn't awake. He walked further into the room, one eye on the interloper and one on the hallway. He certainly didn't want to be surprised by a second visitor. He checked the rest of the suite and walked back to the living room.
He watched her for a moment from the front hall. Saw her breast heaving ever so slightly, and a slight flaring of her nostrils, as she took short shallow breaths. He thought to himself "goodness, she's very attractive – what is she doing here?" She had beautiful shoulder-length brunette hair, and very smooth somewhat tanned skinned. He moved closer, circling so that he would keep her in his sight. As he moved around the room, he saw that her skirt was pulled up near her waist, and her pussy was glistening in juices.
When her eyes opened and fixed on his, his first instinct was to run. But as her big, beautiful, brown eyes were upon him, he stood motionless and transfixed. "Ummmm, what are you doing here," he stammered. She smiled and he forgot his responsibilities. "I'm sorry," she said, "I got soooo turned on by the male strippers I just had to cum. They had a show at the Gallery tonight, and I just couldn't go up to my room because we have guests." "Oh, I'm sorry I guess we haven't met," he said, "I always work the graveyard shift...."
"Hi Jeff," she said, grinning as she read his name tag, "nice to meet you. Do you like the look of my cunt sugar?" It was then that he realized he was still looking at her wet pussy. He couldn't help it there were juices running down the crack of her ass and all over her pussy... the towel under her was noticeably wet too. He looked up at her then, saw her smile, and could only sheepishly mutter, "sorry." "Don't be sorry sugar," she said with such a sexy voice he shivered, "do you like to lick pussy honey? I really need to cum again."
He didn't need much further encouragement. Looking into her eyes, he knew she wasn't teasing, knew that she wanted to cum on his hungry tongue. He knelt next to the couch and raised her leg over his left shoulder, leaned in and licked slowly up her glistening slit. "Mmmmmm," she moaned softly, "yes, sugar, like that." He slowly worked his tongue into her slit, parting her slippery lips, and he sought her still engorged clit. When he reached it he sucked it gently into his mouth, his lips wrapped around it and slowly massaging up and down. Her clit was small, but by the wiggling of her hips, he gathered it was very sensitive.
