I had to have him, it was as simple as that, he was gorgeous, you understand, six foot two, powerful, dominating, dark hair, an infectious laugh, dazzling smile, he strode towards me, and there he was, blocking out the sunlight, he grabbed two glasses of champagne from my tray, emptied them in an instant and walked off ignoring me, not a second glance. My legs wobbled, my knees started to buckle, my hair bristled and well, you know I had to nip to the loo and sort myself out with my fingers, I was so turned on.
I guess he just did not notice me, I never had developed like my classmates, I seemed to have shrunk as they had grown, Sarah whom I shared clothes with once was 32C I barely filled a B cup, and at five foot two I was no Jerry Hall, so it should have been no real surprise that he did not notice me in my less than sexy black waitress dress, white blouse and flat soled shoes.
He was playing Polo, you know where they ride little ponies and whack little balls with long handled mallets, he was an upcoming star of his father's team, and as the old man was becoming a bit slow Raymond was upholding the family honour, spectacularly, out playing the Argentinean professionals in this sport of kings.
He was playing so well that he threatened to overshadow the Royal Princes who had come the short distance from their Gloucestershire country home to compete, (to see who could pull the most girls in an afternoon,) or so it appeared. They did not notice me either, but I did not care, Raymond would be mine.
I had been practicing for the area athletics event to be held a few weeks later, 5000 metres, half marathon, that sort of thing, I had no money much which in a weird sort of way helped, Dad did his best to help out, but after Mum walked out he struggled to keep a roof over our heads and often worked Saturdays, which is why I had run the eight miles to this work, in my tracksuit with my work clothes in a backpack, I took a dip in the lake, in case you think I was all horrible and sweaty in my waitress uniform, and I planned run back later.
My plans changed when Jill who was working the opposite side of the same marquee to me, let slip that she was working that evening at the Royal Hotel and that Raymond and his on/off girlfriend Rosalyn had adjoining suites there, she worried that the event was running late and she would be late for her shift. We chatted some more and she agreed to take me to the Royal and see if they needed any casual staff that evening.
As it happened the Royal were desperately short handed and within minutes I was serving, bringing the dishes from kitchens to dining room, so I would not tip the food down someone's Armani suit.
I helped clear away then they trusted me with the drinks tray, Management always preferred less well endowed waitresses for this as they seemed to suffer far less "accidental" spillage of drink down their cleavage! The Band played long forgotten dances from the time of the Raj, Gilbert and Sullivan even and drunken rich morons groped each other in three four time as they staggered artlessly around the floor.
Raymond came to me several times for Champagne, and Rosalyn she with the big boobs, wobbling like a cows udders, her fake smile, fake tan, fake nice personality, she pushed me aside to get to one of her supposed friends, I would push her aside later, Bitch.
I phoned Dad to explain I would stay over, and not to worry and gradually the party died as guests headed for their beds, an older guy hit on me and I said I would be delighted to join him as I was thirteen and had not done it before. He went white as a sheet made his excuses and ran away as quick as his bloated body could carry him.
I checked out the upper floors, my uniform being a pretty good camouflage, and heard Raymond and Rosalyn arguing, they were in adjoining suites 3 and 2. Looking out over the Park at third floor level, I was in luck, a continuous ledge ran around that face of the building so all I had to do was get access to it and I could get in their rooms.
The third floor Linen cupboard had an opening window so pretty soon I was edging along the ledge, fifty feet above the unyielding Tarmac and parked Porches and Bentleys, but whatever challenge it may have presented to SAS troopers and James Bond to me it was like a Motorway, wide and strong, I took no chances and soon found Rosalyn's room, it was empty, but as I went to move on I heard the Lavatory flush in the en suite Loo and a very different Rosalyn to the one from the papers appeared, her nightgown opened to reveal that not only had she neglected to wear panties but that she was not a natural blond, luxuriant black pubic hair clustered around, cut and shaved into a heart shape usually hidden from the paparazzi by bikini bottoms.
Rosalyn staggered drunkenly to her bed.
Raymond's window was slightly open and being a Victorian type balanced vertical sash type I easily opened it and clambered into his room, he was in bed, snoring, I climbed onto the bed, he ignored me. I pulled back the bed covers and undid his Pyjama jacket, I marvelled at his strength and the beauty of his torso, I suppose this was the moment of truth but I just wanted him so badly that I guess I did not think twice about striping off my dress and panties and I slid into bed beside him.
His Pyjama pants were a problem but they came off in the end and his prick stirred as soon as I kissed the tip, it stiffened beautifully, I worried slightly it would be too big for me, but as he slept on I positioned myself above it as best I could, spread my pussy with trembling fingers and as beads of anticipatory moisture dripped from me I lowered myself and made him mine. He shot his load far too quickly, but It would be better next time and the quantity of cum and the mess it made was wonderful, I smeared it in my hair, over my face and dipped all my clothes in it and even tore the dress for effect, then I locked the doors and hid the keys under the carpet in a corner of the room and climbed into bed happy.
He stirred an hour or so later, confused, I held his prick coaxed it to life and he gratefully followed as I guided it between my legs, he nearly crushed me when he started thrusting but, it was better than I could ever have imagined, Ok I only had my dildo to compare him with but wow.
"How much do I owe you" he asked as he woke me.
Owe me, I would have gladly have paid him.
