To tell you the truth, she wasn’t much to look at. But then, neither am I.
Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t scream and run away ugly, she just wasn’t the kind you would look at twice. Or even once. That’s the way it is with motel maids, few actually look at them.
I was stuck in a motel in South Carolina after my car broke down on the Interstate. BMW parts for older models are scarce and expensive, and I had to wait while the part came in from some place far away. Probably Tibet. It was hot and humid, being the middle of August, but fortunately I didn’t have any other place I had to be. And I really like my car.
On the plus side, it was a pretty nice motel. It was not the kind where all the rooms are off a long, indoor corridor, or an outside entrance where all the rooms are lined up like books on a shelf. This motel was more like condominiums, with separate buildings, each having four units each, two downstairs and two upstairs. As with good motels, they offer a full, hot breakfast. There are some nice restaurants near by for other meals. They have an exercise room and a five stroke pool. A five stroke pool is one where I can go from one end to the other in five swim strokes. That’s fairly big because I’m a strong swimmer. I need to exercise because without it I would get huge. I enjoy eating too much and I have to burn off the calories as often as I can.
Back to the story. The first time I saw her she was coming out of the office building as I came in to register. She was wearing a black dress and tying on a white apron. I smiled and said hello. She looked surprised, but she said hello back.
“Excuse me, miss,” I said, “is this a nice place to stay?”
“Yes sah, dis is a real nice place.”
“Are there rooms with kitchenettes?”
“Yes sah, dar is some real nice rooms.”
“And is there high speed internet?” My computer is my office. I can work from anywhere as long as I have at least a DSL line.
“Oh yas sah,” she said with a grin, “we gots all dat stuff.”
“Thank you. You’ve been very helpful. What’s your name? I would like to commend you to the manager.”
“Tank, yo, sah. Yo don’ havta do dat, sah.”
“I insist.”
“Ma name’s Milly, sah”
All I remember seeing was a middle aged black woman, somewhat full figured.
I went in and rented an efficiency. While I was filling out the paperwork, I filled out a commendation for Milly. I handed my Visa card, my registration paper and the commendation to the desk attendant, a young girl (young being, maybe early twenties) with a name tag that said “Jennifer“ on it. Perhaps I should say, young woman, but to me, early twenties means she is still a girl.
“You’re in room 511, Mr. Thompson. It’s the building just on the other side of the pool. Parking is in the back. Have a nice stay.”
“Thompson is my first name. Please be sure the manager gets that recommendation,” I said as I put my Visa card back into my wallet and put the magnetic key into my shirt pocket.
“The owner is the manager, sir,” Jennifer said pointing to a sign that stated -
This Inn is proudly owned and operated by Miss M. Washington.
The next time I saw Milly she was cleaning my room. I was coming back from the exercise room, hot and sweaty. It was only 9:30 and I didn’t expect the staff until after noon. The cart was outside the room, but the door was closed, so I thought she either hadn’t started or was finished. The magnetic card easily opened the door and as I entered I saw her bent over the bed. She straightened up, startled, as was I.
“Oh,” I said, “ thought you were done. Will you be much longer?”
“Only ‘bout ten minits, sah,” she said.
“Okay, I’ll come back.”
As I grabbed my book I noticed that I hadn’t left her a tip. I dropped a five dollar bill on the desk and left. Every day after that I was sure to leave a five dollar tip.
I sat by the pool for fifteen or twenty minutes reading my book. I did not think about her.
Two days later I was in the guest laundry folding my clothes. Whoever had used the dryer before me hadn’t taken everything because I found a pair of size six maroon bikini panties in my dried clothes. I was holding them up, thinking lustful thoughts about their owner when the maid walked by.
“I don’ know, sah,” she said with a chuckle, “dem don’ look like yo’ size.”
“Of course not, they’re much too small,” I joked back. “I need a much larger size. These are so tiny they must have shrunk in the dryer.”
“I’ll git yo’ a largah size, if yo’ want, sah. I got some in mah room.”
“Only if you’re in them,” I said, then I got embarrassed. The joke had gone on long enough and I didn‘t need t be charged with sexual harassment. “I’ll just leave them here for whoever lost them.”
I gathered up my folded clothes and went back to my room. I heard Milly chuckling as I walked away.
At this point I had noticed she had a fair sized bosom that matched her rear. She was not hideously ugly, but then, she was no Hally Berry either. Her mouth was large and thick lipped, she was missing one tooth, and her nose was wide. She combed her hair straight back so that it ended in an uneven fringe behind her head. She was about three or four inches shorter than me. Her skin was the black of someone who had nothing but African ancestors.
Things got a lot more interesting the next day.
I came back from the exercise room, again sweaty and tired from a long run on the treadmill. The room was made up, cleaned with the bed made, new soap on the sink, and clean towels. All I wanted to do was wash the sweat away and relax.
My wet clothes were thrown into the corner and I was in the shower in short order. I washed off under hot water, then cooled off under a shower as cold as I could stand it, letting it run over my head until I had cooled down. I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and started drying off.
Unknown to me, or her for that matter, she had come into the room to restock the tissues and the toilet paper just at the moment I turned off the shower, so that neither of us knew the other was there. I didn’t hear her walking around because the room was carpeted and I was drying my hair with a towel and the exhaust fan was running. I stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom just as I was taking the towel off my head and she was walking around the corner into the bedroom.
Without my glasses on all I saw was a black shape coming at me where no black shape should be. Or any other color or shape for that matter.
“YEEEAAAH!” she screamed, and threw the toilet paper rolls and the box of tissues into the air.
“YEEEAAAH!” I screamed, and dropped my towel.
We stood, staring at each other, me wet and naked, she wide eyed and as pale as she could be considering her skin tone. My knees were shaky and my heart rate was at least 200 bpm. Way over my maximum.
She gathered herself together and looked at me, with her eyes amazingly wide. “Oh my Gawed, sah, ah’m so sorry, sah. Ah din’ know yo’ was here, sah. Ah’m so sorry, sah. Is yo’ alright, sah. Ah’m so sorry, sah. Oh my Laud, sah, Ah’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I finally managed. “You just surprised me. No harm done.”
“Oh, sah, please don’ tells on me, please, sah. I need dis job, sah. I’ll git fired if y’all tells on me, sah.”
“Okay, it’s okay,” I said as my heart rate started to return to normal. “I won’t tell on you. Just please try not to surprise me like that again.”
“Ah won’, sah. Ah promise ah won’, sah. Ah’ll be real careful, sah. Ah promise.”
All the time we were talking, her eyes were down cast but flicking up and down, looking at the naked white guy standing in front of her. Finally her eyes settled on my privates. I have to admit, she could not have been all that impressed. Truth is, I’m only average sized. So what she said next really stunned me.
“Sah, would it be a’right if ah looked at ya’ll? Ah mean, ah ain’t nevah seed no white man b’fo’ an’ ah jus’ wanna see what it look like, sah. Please, sah?”
I couldn’t believe my ears. She wanted to what?
“You want to what?” I said.
“Can ah look at yo’, sah, please. Ah ain‘t nevah seed no white man nekid b‘fo’.”
“Well, okay,” I said, “at this point you might as well. I no longer have anything to hide. Go ahead and look all you want.”
I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, giving her all the illumination she could possibly need to see everything there was to see. As I thought about it latter, I was actually rather flattered. I am no Adonis, and quite frankly, women rarely look my way.
She walked around me, looking intently at my butt, my chest, my back, and of course, my penis . Even at my face, which brought a smile to my face and to hers.
“Sah, would it be okay if ah tetched yo’, sah? Ah mean, ah ain’t nevah tetched no white man neither.”
At that point, why not?
“Go ahead,” I said.
Tentatively she reached out and touched my chest and ran her fingers through my chest hair. Then she moved to my shoulder and around to my back. She moved her hand down my back, over my love handles, and gently over my ass. She walked around to the front and after some hesitation, slid her hand over my hip and onto my dick. She wrapped her hand around me and lifted. There is no way she could have been impressed, but she did look fascinated.
“Ah nevah seed a white one b’fo’ or one dat din’ have da skin on da end, sah.”
At least I knew I would always be her first something.
As she held my penis with one hand, she reached in with her other hand and lifted my balls. The average man, at this point, would be growing hard. Not me. I was still wet and standing in an air conditioned room. My goose bumps were getting goose bumps.
With a sigh, she released me, said, “Tank yo’, sah,” turned and left.
I realized I was still wet and cold. I picked up the towel and finished what I had been doing, slightly dazed at what had just happened. It felt good to have been looked at so intently. Still, I doubted very much it would come to anything.
A call came later that day, letting me know the part for my car was coming the next day and my car would be ready the day after. I could soon be on my way.
It was too hot and humid to do much of anything. There were restaurants nearby, as I said before, but other than that, the only other things were car dealerships and office buildings. It was even too hot to swim. I was not in the mood to explore, so the only thing for me to do was to sit in my room and try to be interested in old movies in the TV. There is only so much work I could do.
I was bored.
