I interned at a resort in Goa during my second year of Hotel Management. Most full-time employees at the hotel were Goans and Christians, while I wasn't. So, as the Christmas and New Year week rolled by, most employees refused to work full shifts as they wanted to spend time with their families. I, on the other hand, was happy to pick up their extra shifts for the additional stipend and experience. I was staying in a hostel and didn't have any family to go back to. I ended up working double shifts -- noon to evening at the restaurant and late evening to early morning at the front desk. It wasn't as taxing as it sounds because the graveyard-shift at front office just meant handling an occasional odd-hour check in, printing out some reports and just manning the desk -- I would often get several naps during the night.
I used to earn a lot through tips whenever I served in the restaurant. I was young, tall and articulately polite. Once I realized that people felt obliged to tip if you were nice to them, I started being super nice to everyone -- it wasn't that difficult for me because I was naturally pleasant with everyone. I was over six feet tall and had a few extra pounds of baby fat, which barely showed when I was dressed in formals. I had curly hair and brown eyes. I never considered myself good-looking, but people did compliment me about my looks -- I chalked it out to my height and personality. I was mainly into women but I did have some bi-curious leanings. I had not acted on it. I remember getting a glance at my roommate Pravin's flaccid dick once when he was changing and imagining taking him in my mouth but that was it. I was dating a girl, and we would fuck whenever we could. She had chosen to do her internship in Mumbai so I had been sexless for a few months at this point. I would often slyly stare at the guest's bikini clad boobs when I was serving drinks by the pool and sometimes at the men's crotch too.
A couple of days before New Year's Eve, I was manning the front desk as usual around 02:00 am when I received a call from a guest who was arriving earlier than expected. Since their reservation had already been marked for early check-in, we had blocked a villa for them. The caller had a gruff voice and he seemed pleased that we had a room available. I browsed some porn in the inner office, whose door opened at one end of the front desk, while I waited for the guests to arrive. I kept the door open so that I could hear the car roll in at the entrance of the lobby which was quite close to the front desk. I was looking at some bisexual porn images, where a guy was fucking another guy while his wife straddled the second guy's face. This was the days of slower internet. Seeing the long hard sinewy dick halfway inside the guy's ass got me hard. That's when I heard a ding at the front desk.
I was taken aback because I hadn't heard any car coming in. I got up and walked to the front desk behind me, my hard-on still visible through my formal pants. I greeted the guests Mr & Mrs Hassan and asked for their IDs. The husband Altaf was nearly 6'5" as he towered over me. He was well built, dressed in a black kurta and jeans, while the wife Rubina was around 5'9", dressed in t-shirt and jeans with a stole wrapped around her head covering her hair. She was fair-skinned and had high cheek bones, grey eyes and full lips. Her t-shirt covered her torso fully, but she was busty, and I thought I noticed the outline of her nipples through her shirt. I realized I was looking at her chest and looked away immediately. Altaf had a wide face and deep-set dark eyes, that looked intense. He was looking at me. Did he notice I was staring at his wife's boobs?
They handed me their Saudi passports, but I guessed from their accents that they were of Indian origin. I copied their passports and noted their card details and handed their IDs back to them. Since it was late, there was no bell staff around. I told them that I would help them with the baggage and then circle around and update their booking in the system.
"I will have to bother you for your signature of the guest check-in form, since the occupant details are sent to the local police station in the morning." I mentioned to Altaf.
Altaf said okay. He was standing at the far end of the front desk, where he was facing the door that opened to the back office. He nodded towards the computer screen which still had the image up and said, "I like your taste in art." I looked back and realized to my horror that I had forgotten to minimize the porn image.
I blushed. Did Rubina also see it? I looked at her -- she stood a few feet away, at an angle where she could see inside the back office, but the screen was beyond her line of sight. I didn't say anything in embarrassment and just closed the door and went around to help the Hassans with their luggage. Rubina walked ahead of me, and I followed her with her bags. I admired the silhouette of her shapely rear, while Altaf walked behind me with one piece of baggage. I unlocked the door of their villa and let them in -- I quickly showed them around and excused myself to finish the check-in formalities.
It was late and I wanted to get their signatures on the forms before they slept off. I hurried back with their forms and knocked on their door -- I did not want to ring the bell. Altaf opened the door wearing only a towel. He had showered and his hair was wet -- drops of water were rolling down his muscular hairy chest. As he took the forms from me, I got a chance to check him out. He was ripped and was wearing the towel pretty low. I noticed a bulge in his crotch and wondered if he was erect -- but from the angle, realized he was not. He was HUNG!
"Like what you see?" Altaf asked me.
He had finished signing the forms and had noticed me looking at his crotch. I blushed again.
"The wife is in the shower," he said casually, "I have signed on her behalf. Hope that is okay?"
I nodded and looked at his face. He reached out to the side of the door and fished out a Rs. 500 note and handed it to me. I thanked him. As I was about to leave, he dropped his towel and flashed me. I was stunned. His cock was around 6 inches flaccid, and it was circumcised. I had only seen cut cocks in images. His legs were muscular too and slightly hairy. His pubes were trimmed short, and I thought I saw his cock get harder. I looked around -- it was the middle of the night, and nobody was around. I didn't know what to do, so I thanked him again and left.
I went back to the back office. The rest of the night was uneventful, but I kept thinking about Altaf's thick cock and his muscular legs all night long. This was the first time something like this was happening at work. I maintained an erection till the morning. Once I was released from my shift, I went to the locker room and jerked off in the shower. The orgasm was amazing. I changed into my casuals and left the hotel premises.
The Hassans had booked the villa for 5 nights. I wondered if I would get to see his dick again. I went to sleep soon after and woke up when the alarm rang for my next shift. I reported to the restaurant right on time and prepped for lunch. I was informed that we had a confirmation of 12 guests for lunch -- this wasn't a big number because most of the residents usually went out during the day. I checked the list and noticed that the Hassans were coming in for lunch. My heart started beating faster at the prospect of seeing Altaf again. Would it be weird?
The half an hour wait seemed too long. Then the Hassans walked in. Rubina was wearing a flimsy gown over her bikini along with the head scarf. I could see the shape of her body through the almost see-through gown. It was strange that she chose to wear such clothes while still covering her head. Altaf was in a polo and shorts. I started sweating under my shirt and vest. Another waiter approached the Hassans but Altaf looked at me and signalled me to come to him.
"You're here too? Do you run the hotel?" Altaf seemed pleased to see me.
I explained to him that I was an intern. He asked me how old I was and seemed happy when I said I was twenty. I proceeded to serve the Hassans with their lunch. They sat at a corner table -- Altaf sat with his back to the wall and Rubina had her back towards the restaurant. Altaf sat with his arms spreads wide, so whenever I served him water, he would graze his hand lightly on my ass. I was having trouble concentrating and spilled some water on him. Altaf got up from his seat startled and made an annoyed grunt. The restaurant manager rushed to the table and gave me an angry look while apologizing to Altaf. Altaf asked where the restroom was, and the manager told me to assist Altaf to the restroom while he personally carries out the rest of the service. I apologized to Altaf again while I escorted him to the men's restroom, which was across the hall from the entrance of the restaurant on the first floor, right above the reception area.
I held the door of the restroom open for Altaf. He walked in and went straight to the dryer. He took his polo t-shirt off and started drying it under the dryer.
"Can you lock the door please? I don't want people to see me like this." Altaf asked politely.
I locked the restroom -- which wasn't an issue because there was another one a few meters away. I was standing behind Altaf as he dried his t-shirt and appreciating his muscular back.
"I hope I didn't get you into any trouble with your boss," Altaf asked.
I told him that since I was an intern, it wasn't a big issue.
