I returned to my hotel room after a long day of meetings and a factory tour. It was a great day actually but I was pretty tired. I was looking forward to some alone time. Right now I needed a little relaxation. Later I would head down to eat dinner from the bar menu and see if I could get in some bar chat for the rest of the evening.
I undressed, hung my shirt and pants in the closet and threw the days socks and underwear in the drawer. I pulled out the porn mags I brought for this trip and flipped through them quickly to see what I had to look forward to after my shower. I stopped the pages at a particularly enticing brunette posed poolside with her young freckled face staring straight at the camera. Her moist skin glistened in the bright sun light. Her legs were spread wide exposing her pink flower-like pussy. She was all but saying "Fuck me" from the pages. I threw the magazines to the bed and spread the brunette out before me. I stroked my dick and fondled my balls as I gazed into her sparkling eyes, pert tits, and wet pussy. Not yet though . . . shower time.
This was a high end hotel with a great bathroom, plush towels, expansive mirrors and a huge shower with one of those waterfall shower heads. I stepped in under the water softly pelting my head and shoulders and melting the day's fatigue away. I turned up the heat until it was slightly stinging and soaped myself with the lavender French milled soap provided. I don't usually shave in the evening but there was a heated mirror in the shower so I treated myself. I luxuriated in that shower for a long time letting the events of the day slip away.
I finally stepped out thoroughly relaxed. Even with the bathroom door closed the mirrors hadn't steamed up because these big mirrors were heated too. I slowly dried myself with the soft plush towels. There were a number of body lotions and I figured, why not. They will help me relax. I used the olive oil based lotion so I wouldn't smell too perfumy when I finally made it down to the bar for dinner. I slowly spread the lotion all over my body giving myself a mini massage. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was in pretty good shape for a 51 year old guy. Not in good shape like, toned and muscular, but simply that I hadn't let myself got to pot. At 5'10" and 170 lbs I was only 15 lbs heavier that when I was in college. My 31" waist had grown to 33" but I didn't have a pot. The 15 lbs was spread around pretty evenly. I still had my hair though it was grayed at the temples. My mat of chest hair was also graying. Overall I looked a little soft from not working out much in the last decade but I was way better than most guys my age. As I was finishing up I was thinking I must have spent an hour in here. I began to think of the brunette I left on the bed and my dick started to rise. I gave my dick and balls a little massage with the lotion and stepped out into the room.
As I turned left out of the bathroom it wasn't the brunette I saw but a blonde. I mean a real blonde! I stopped dead in my tracks. I had emerged from the bathroom so silently she hadn't heard me come out. Her back was to me. She had just turned back the covers of my bed and was meticulously folding and straightening the edges of the sheets. Her housekeeping dress was rather formless but I could see that she was a thin small blonde with her hair tied back in a pony tail. She was obviously there for the housekeeping turn down service. I guess I didn't hear her knock or come in. Did she know I was in the bathroom?
I stood silently has she finished the edges of the bed covers. She then reached over and pulled the magazine spread of the brunette closer for a better look. She slowly flipped the pages gazing curiously at the glossy hard core nakedness of the young beauties in the pictures. She saw something of interest, picked up the magazine, and turned to sit on the bed. It was then that she saw me.
"Oh!" she yelped with a start. Both hands went to her mouth and the magazine tumbled to the floor. I stood there very clean, totally naked, hands at my side, and a hard on sticking straight out and a little up.
Any number of things could have happened then. I could have run frantically back into the bathroom. She could have freaked out and started screaming and running around the room. But what did happen is she just froze, silently, sitting on the bed. I stood there facing what turned out to be a beautiful young woman. The bathroom light spilled out behind me. The light on the bed stand illuminated both of us with a soft yellow glow. She had a beautiful oval face with stunning eyes, a small nose, a small mouth with full lips, and creamy white skin. We must have looked at each like that for about a minute when my cock twitched slightly. Her eyes lowered to stare at it as my cock pointed to a spot on the ceiling just above her head. Another minute passed and I cautiously decided to take a chance. I slowly started to walk toward her. I walked passed the bottom of the first bed and stopped at the aisle between the beds. Her eyes were still locked on my cock. I completed the few steps toward her so that now my cock was inches from her face. Her eyes remained locked on my rock hard shaft. She slowly tilted her head from side to side examining the head of my cock, the light blue veins of the shaft, and the loose sack with my balls. She looked up at me. I could sense the unspoken question in her big eyes.
"You can touch it," I said softly.
Her left hand slowly reached out and lightly brushed the side of my cock. She moved up to the soft velvety tip and then back down the shaft to my pubic hair. She brought her other hand up and ran her fingers through the soft damp matt of curly hairs. She seemed to like this and smiled. Her hands then lowered to the loose wrinkly sack with my balls. I reveled in the sensation of her soft touch as she cupped them and seemed to weight them in her hands. Returning her attention to my cock she wrapped each hand around the shaft one next to the other and just held it. I gasped with pleasure at the light pressure. She looked at the small hole punctuating the helmet of my cock just poking from her hand.
"I've never seen anything like this before . . . I mean close up," she said with a soft southern accent.
"Of course, I've seen a penis before but only on the TV. When I clean the rooms I turn on the TV and sometimes there's porn still on if the guy has paid for 24 hrs of the adult channel." She was talking to my cock.
"But this up close . . . It's like . . . I don't know what it's like . . . It's like it's both hard and soft at the same time."
She looked up at me again as if I was there to confirm her observations.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"I don't know . . . I mean yes . . . I mean it's different. About the only other time I've seen something like it was a dildo my girlfriend keeps under her pillow. She showed me once and I held it. It was a kind of slimy silicone. But this one is warm and different." She said as she squeezed a little harder and started to slowly move her hands up and down. I looked down at her.
"Did you fuck yourself with that dildo?"
"Yeah. My girlfriend showed me how first and then I tried it."
"How old are you?"
"They won't let you work in a hotel like this unless you're eighteen. I am . . . just."
She was so young looking with wisps of blonde hair framing her face. She had perfect skin and full lips and I could feel her warm breath on my dick as she talked. She began to gently stroke her hands up and down my shaft. It was no longer a curiosity but an object of desire. She leaned forward to rub the head of my dick across her forehead, then cheeks, eyelids, finally resting it on her full lips. She took in the smell of the lotion.
"My girl friend showed me how her boyfriend likes it sucked but I've seen how they do it on TV too." She looked up at me, "Can I?"
"Oh, yes," I replied with anticipation
