It was our first in long time going on a long vacation trip and first time ever to South America. Most other years we had gone to skii resorts during my winter break. I felt more excited about lying on the sunny beach, sipping a cocktail while peeking at beauties in bikinis instead of waiting in lift lines or walking in incredibly uncomfortable ski boots. All the naked feet I was going to see was a big factor in this.
The resort hotel was amazing and huge, with over thousand rooms, four large pools one being big enough for gondolas, pristine beaches, blue sky, crystal clear water, luscious green tropical plants all around, and servers running around everywhere. Rooms were top notch with carefully chosen velvet curtains, bamboo floor, huge beds in each of the bedrooms, artworks of local artists such as an impressionist painting of women dancing to flamingo and a photograph of the CaΓ±o Cristales, a luxury mahagony desk with a large black office chair, an amazingly comfortable sofa facing a 60" TV, a solid wood dining table with a tropical fruit-like yellow pendant light over it, a bathroom that could be its own room..
Everything seemed perfect, except that one little-big problem! Since we entered the room yesterday the toilet flush was not working. My mom had called the front desk over and over but nothing had been done. My mom, being extremely irritated by the situation, wanted to go out on excursions into the city the next day. She asked me to stay behind and take care of the situation before they returned at night. I happily accepted the duty as it meant freedom. They left after a pleasant breakfast from a big buffet at the dining hall. After relaxing on the super comfy sofas in the lobby for few minutes I went to the front desk to ask for help.
There were two women and one man at the front desk. They were exceptionally curteous and welcoming with big smiles. The two girls were cute. One was tall and had shiny long black hair and the other one shorter with shorter hair that was tied to a small pony tail behind. I read their name tags while the man was checking the availability of the repair guy on his computer. Apprently they were Miguel, Silvia, and Vanessa. After a moment he told they would send someone out soon. I thanked them and went to the suite.
In tye next two hours I played games on my phone, watched some tv, and took some nap. Nobody showed up or called. I decided to make a phone call to front desk. I had to resolve this if I didn't want to be scolded by mom. Miguel picked up. He apologized for the wait and asked that I be patient. The repair guy had unusually many jobs today. I thanked him and went back to surfing on my phone. I spent some time in foot fetish sites to twarth boredom.
Two more hours passed, which I realized because I started getting hungry. I called the front desk again. Miguel picked up again. He said "Almost there amigo. He is finishing up another job. I will send you lunch." Well, with the bribe of lunch I did not argue further. I hung up and waited. In half an hour the door knocked and a man said "launch ees hiir senior". I opened the door and gave the middle-aged bald man a $5 bill. He genuinely thanked me and retreated.
The meal was saucy and delicious. There were some tropical fruits as dessert. I did not make any phone calls for another 3 hours. However, I was getting nervous. At five in the evening I decided to go to front desk again. This time I was going to look impatient and irritated.
At the front desk was another crew consisting of two men and a woman. They seemed to be a quieter crew than the one in the morning. Coincidence? I headed towards one of the men. Just as I approached the desk, a medium height woman came out from a door behind them. She had dirty blonde hair with small ripples, small brown eyes that looked energetic, a medium nose pointing slightly down befitting a talkative woman, full lips that looked friendly, and an outfit consisting of a navy jacket on a white blouse and beige business skirts. She hurriedly told something in Spanish to the lady and did not give me any attention while I started talking to the guy. I explained that I had been waiting for several hours in most irritated tone I could manage but my eyes were busy reading the nametag of the lady, which said "Jackie (Manager)".
The ladies' conversation ended before ours and Jackie (or Miss Jackie as I would be calling her very soon) turned her attention to our conversation probably due to my heated tone, which in retrospect I suspect I may have subconsciously spiced up for attracting her attention. "What is the matter here?" she asked with a bossy tone. I am a slow talker and I usually blush when facing a social lady and therefore couldn't respond immediately.
"This gentleman says he has been waiting since morning for his toilet flush to be fixed," said the man.
Without any sign of being apologetic, Miss Jackie asked "What is your room number?"
I told her my room number feeling patronized. Abrubtly she said, "Let's go take a look!" She went around the counter and came out from the right side upon which I saw that she had beige pumps on with, apparently, no socks.
Without saying much she walked couple paces in front of me. I got to watch her very round and attractive buttocks move up and down as we walked to the elevator. In the elevator she pressed 3 and didn't say much as we went up. I looked down so as not to amplify the awkward silence. Few second before the elevator came to stop, the calmness was interrupted by her popping her heel out of her shoe for a few seconds. I wished we were in there long enough for me to smell the released vapor but we exited the elevator right afterwards.
We walked towards our room at the end of the hallway. She had brisk, confident steps like a true professional. Mid-way she suddenly stopped and said, "Wait one minute." She took out a key from her pocket and opened a numberless door next to us. It was a storage closet with all kinds of cleaning equipment. She pointed to a blue bucket. "Take that one," she said. I took it and we continued our way.
We arrived at our room. She opened the door with her manager card. We went into the bathroom. It was stinky with poo that hadn't been flushed for a whole day. Miss Jackie put her elbow on her nose and stepped away from the toilet. With muffled sound she said, "Open the lid". I did and she turned her eyes away with disgust. Now I was embarassed. "I am sorry," I said.
She pointed to the bathtub with her other hand. "Fill the bucket and flush it," was all she could say before fleeing to the entreΓ© of the room. I followed her orders and flushed the toilet. She was not coming back in to the restroom so I stepped outside. She was waiting at the edge of the living room. After I stood in front of her she started talking like a coach, "Okay so you keep the bucket and flush the toilet with it for now. I will get Romeo to fix it after he is done with the other jobs."
After delivering this order she looked around. I wondered if she was looking for other problems but instead she said, "Can I take a seat on that chair for a moment?", pointing to the office chair. "My feet are killing me. I have been walking around since eight," she added.
"Sure," I replied trying not to have my voice tremble with excitement. She slowly walked to the chair, turned around and lowered herself on it gently. Now her movements were slow, like she changed to another mode. At the moment she sat she gave a sigh of relief, then, slowly, she reached over to the footstool next to the desk, pulled it and put her feet with shoes on top of it. Her arms rested on the armrests as she leaned back to get more comfortable and then she combed her hair with her hands like in a shower, collected her hair on one side, and pulled them gently. Her moves looked coquetish but she was completely ignoring me. She seemed enjoying the short break.
Of course she knew that I was watching her every move and after a couple of minutes she looked at me like she just noticed my arousal. I wondered what she thought of me. I was probably half her age, which must have been around 36. I felt like a little kid in front of her. "I will take off my shoes if you do not mind," she said, more as a statement than a question as she proceeded to knock off her left shoe using the right one.
Her shoe fell to the floor with a soft clank. A very pink sole got revealed. The pressure zones on it were prominently marked with darker pink. She waited a moment before taking off her other shoe, during which we both curiously stared at her bare foot as if there were a puzzle to be solved. I had held my breathe the moment her shoe fell off and did not restart breathing until she started pushing the other shoe one off. Now she was facing me along with her two steaming soles right out of her shoes and slowly lifted her eyes to meet mine as if saying "And there is the answer to your puzzle."