"Room service? Yes, room 732. May I please have the grilled salmon with a house salad? Yes, some wine would be lovely, what would you suggest?" Carol breathes into the phone. She kicks her shoes off as she orders. "Excellent that sounds delicious. 30 minutes? Thank you."
Slipping out of her blouse, she drops the phone handset back into its cradle. Carol stands in front of the full length mirror next to the closet of her hotel room and examines herself. Her petite body is framed by the mirror as she removes the bra that seems almost unnecessary, since her small B cup breasts seem to be permanently immune to the effects of gravity. She has always considered herself lucky that she was never "blessed" in the breast department, especially now that she was 42 and her breasts were still as perky as they were when she was in her teens. Her nipples stand proudly atop the upturned mounds, stiffening as she brings her hands up to cup them. Glancing at the clock, Carol turns into the bathroom, collecting the robe hanging from the hook on the back of the door. She walks back into the room and removes her slacks, picking them up from floor and dropping them and her blouse into the laundry bag in the closet. She steps out of her panties and drops them into the bag as well. Now completely naked, Carol examines herself in the mirror again, her hands moving slowly up and down her body, admiring her athletic form. Her smooth legs curving into her hips, her hand continues their journey up her sides and up to her breasts once again. She can easily pass for a woman at least 10 years younger than her current age, if it wasn't for the eyes that meet her gaze. Her eyes and the wrinkles around the edges are the only hint of her age. Lost in her thoughts, she loses track of time, brought back to the present by the insistent knocking on her hotel room door.
"One moment please," Carol calls out, choosing a pair of sheer black panties and pulling them on. The silk fabric feels good as it slips over her bare mound. Carol grabs the robe as she looks through the peephole in the door. She smiles as she sees the skinny young man in the hallway. Carol puts the robe on, letting it fall open. The rough patch of the hotel's monogram scratching over her sensitive nipple and causing her to shiver. She decided to let it stay open, held against her body by only the slight cleavage between her breasts. She looks down, disappointed that the robe is too thick to show her nipples. Taking a breath, she opens the door slightly, just enough to peek into the hallway.
"Hello, maam, I am Thomas, from room service."
"Hello, Thomas," She greets the young man. Carol looks at him sideways and asks, "You seem pretty young, are you sure you are old enough to be serving that wine?"
"Yes maam," Thomas replies, his voice breaking slightly, "I am 18."
"Well, no need to keep you waiting in the hallway, come in," Carol says, stepping back out of the way and opening the door. Stepping into the room, he moves over to the table and sets his tray down. He turns around to see Carol sitting on the corner of the bed, her thighs on either side of the mattress. A gasp escapes his lips as he notices Carol's robe, barely holding onto her breasts. She leans back and arches her back, pressing her breasts against the robe. The boy swallows hard, trying to take his eyes off of the bare skin showing between the openings of the robe. "What can I give you for a tip?" Carol grins knowingly.
"Um, Any... uh, whatever you like, maam," Thomas stutters, his hands opening and closing as he takes in the sight of Carol's black panties.
Carol lies back, stretching her arms above her head. She stretches languidly as she breathes in deeply. Her movements pull one side of the robe, making it slip off of the tip of her right breast, baring her small thighs, hovering over her silk covered sex, the sheer fabric allowing him to clearly see the outline of her outer lips. They move higher, over her smooth belly, before finally settling on her bare nipple. His hands sweating now, he tries to speak but nothing comes out of his suddenly dry mouth. Carol brings her left hand down, gently tracing her fingers between her breasts. She hooks those fingers along the edge of the robe, pulling it aside as she circles the hard nipple of her left breast.
"Isn't there something special I can offer?" she almost whispers, spreading her thighs a little more. The boy takes a small step toward her, his legs moving robotically. He licks his lips nervously as he approaches the woman before him.
"What can I... I mean, what would you, um," his voice trails off into silence.
Rising up and propping herself on her elbows, Carol looks at the young man, "Would you like to touch me?"
Thomas just nods, his eyes wide as he moves closer. His hands shake as he reaches for her thighs. He places his hands on her smooth skin, gently moving them over the woman's flesh.
"No need to be nervous, Thomas, you can touch me," Carol whispers. She sighs as his hands move over her thighs, back forth just above her knees, as if he was afraid to move higher. "Thomas," she asks as his hands continue to shake slightly, "Are you a virgin?"
Thomas just blushes and nods, his hands now resting motionless on her legs.
"Don't be embarrassed, honey, its ok." Carol sits up in the bed, taking Thomas' hands and holding them. "Don't be upset, we are all virgins at first. If this is too hard for you, I can give you a normal tip."