In "Room Service" I told of how I arrived in the city, then tried, travel weary and unable to sleep I ordered a room service massage. The massage turned out to be rather more than I have first bargained for, and for the masseuse as well...
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I had been in this city for four days now. I haven't yet named this particular city, as that would be indiscreet of me. The events I relate couldn't possibly have happened here, at least that would be the official view. This is a fine, clean and moral city, so say the official guide books, but read the unofficial guides and you will get a different version of the truth.
My job was going well, but still, I had managed only to get very little time to my self, as the hours when I was not working or sleeping were filled with drinking and socializing with my workmates. Such is the nature of my work, we are itinerants, well paid and often accommodated in expensive hotels, but itinerants none the less. We travel from city to city, wherever the job takes us, working hard and often with little or no opportunity to socialise outside our own group. Far from home, I was growing tired of this all male environment. I craved some space of my own and some congenial female company.
It was my quiet time of day. That short space between finishing work and going out for the evening's drinking. A time to rest, time to get out of sweaty work clothes, to shower and to change into something more suitable for an evening out.
I had showered, and was relaxing in the air-conditioned comfort of my room. I had rediscovered Anna's card tucked safely away in my wallet and I was turning it over in my hands. I shall call her Anna, as that was the name, Anna Cheng, neatly printed on the front of the card she had presented me at our first meeting three days ago. I had no reason to doubt that this was her name as it was an official hotel business card, with, as well as her name, the hotel's logo, and the extension number of the hotel's health club printed upon it. What was unofficial and delightful about this small piece of pasteboard was the hand written note with its three kisses and her personal mobile phone number on the back.
I remembered her firm and accommodating body, her squeals and cries of delight as I teased and pleasured her, and yes, the taste of her. The, albeit hurried, but glorious way she had first teased, then pleasured me. It was an easy decision. I picked up the phone and dialled her number.
She answered after just a few rings, she must have recognised the hotel number on the caller display as she answered in English, obviously not her first language.
I introduced myself,
"Hello, it's your special nice man in room 1648 do you remember me?"
There was a pause, then a giggle.
"Ah yes, you like more special nice massage?"
I just loved the sound of her voice and the funny Pigeon English she spoke.
"Yes, definitely!"
"So sorry, working now, but we meet in bar later maybe?"
She told me the name of a bar. I knew it well. It was the very same bar my workmates and I have been frequenting these last few days.
"Yes, I would like that, but not that bar, another one perhaps?"
She told me the name of another bar and its address and we arranged to meet at ten o'clock. A little late I thought, I still had to work the next day, but other thoughts, horny thoughts, overrode that objection.
"Good, I'll see you later then, I'm looking forward to it."
I ended the call.
I found the address she had given me on a street plan of the city, always a useful companion, it was not as close to the hotel as the first place she had mentioned, but still an easy walk.
I noticed the time. I dressed and hurried out of my room. I had other things to do before my rendezvous with Anna.
I had caught up with my workmates at the usual bar; we had a few beers and then something to eat. After we had eaten they suggested moving on to a karaoke bar, but I saw that time was getting tight for me and I didn't want to be late for my date. So saying I was tired and I was going back to the hotel for an early night. I made my exit.
I was a few minutes late arriving at the bar at which we had arranged to meet, the walk had been longer than I had expected. Anna was already there, sitting at a table on the pavement terrace sipping a drink. She spotted me first and gave a discreet little wave and stood up from the table. As I approached she made a little bow in greeting. Such formality is strange to me, but these formalities were deeply engrained in her culture, this was the correct way to behave. I accepted that, and responded to her with a smaller bow of my own.
She was smartly dressed, not overtly sexy, but very appealing to my eyes. Her short skirt and high-healed shoes showed off her shapely legs to their best advantage. Her tight little top accentuated her modest curves and the v-neckline showed just a tantalising hint of cleavage.
We sat, facing each other, and struggled to make polite small talk. When a waitress appeared at our table, I ordered a beer for myself, and another coke for her. I was desperate to reach out and touch her, to pull her into my arms, feel her petite body pressed close to mine, but here was too public, that kind of behaviour would embarrass and shame her. I would have to wait a little longer.
I drained the last few drops of my beer, and as I replaced the glass on the table her hand touched mine,
"We go club now? It nice club, you like I think."
I paid for our drinks and then she led me for another short walk through the steamy heat of this city. Night or day, the heat and the humidity of this place never seem to let up, even after such a short walk as this I was all ready dripping and my shirt was sticking to my back. How, I wondered, did those early Europeans, the planters and traders who first came here a hundred, or was it, two hundred, or even more, years ago? Cope with the constant onslaught of this muggy heat without the modern convenience of air-conditioning?
The club was dark, noisy, and it was hot, but less oppressive than the heat outside. I bought us drinks from the bar, this time a soft drink for me as I was fearful how yet more beer might impede my full enjoyment of the night. I noticed that the dance floor was full of young Chinese, Malay and Eurasian women, mainly dancing with European men much older than themselves. Businessmen passing through, I thought, wanting a little Asian delight of their own.
Anna wanted to dance too, but I was hot enough already without the extra exertions of the dance floor. Looking around I saw that there were secluded booths around the walls, set away from the flashing lights and loud music of the dance floor. I steered her to one of these booths. Then we sat side by side our drinks set on the round table in front of us. I put my arm around her shoulders and she snuggled up close to me. I judged that here, tucked away and with only the faintest of light indirectly illuminating the booth, no one would be able to see us unless they were standing almost right next to the table. Perfect!
My hand dropped from her shoulder, finding, then cupping her breast. I squeezed and fondled her soft flesh, and received a little moan of encouragement in return. With my other hand I gently lifted her chin, guiding her face towards mine until I was able to brush my lips across hers. At first she tensed and pulled away, but then, for a second time our lips touched, hers now slightly parted, inviting my tongue to explore her mouth. We kissed long, deeply, passionately, our tongues twining and wrestling in a slow erotic dance. While we kissed, her nipple hardened as I fondled and teased her breast. Her hand stroked my thigh, slowly working its way up to the growing bulge in the front of my chinos. When she did touch the swelling of my now almost full erection, she squeezed and massaged it so delightfully it made me worry that I might cum then and there, messing my pants when I did.
Only with a great effort of will did I manage to prevent an untimely spillage of my man-juice. I disengaged my mouth from hers, then reached down and moved her hand back onto my thigh. There was a moment of uncertainty as Anna looked at me. Then she must have realised that she had brought me on too fast. Relaxing again she rested her head back on my shoulder. I reached forward and took a sip of my drink, which, up until now had remained ignored and untouched on the table in front of us. I indicated to her with a gesture that she might like to do the same. I needed a moment to compose myself, a space in which to let the hot fluxes of my arousal to subside.
Calmer now, I turned back to Anna lightly kissing her on the forehead. She raised her face to me, but I gently pushed her head back onto my shoulder as my fingers returned to teasing her breast. Her hand on my leg began to move towards my penis, but again, I stopped that advance. For the moment I just wanted to keep the pot of my lusts simmering gently, without the risk of it boiling over.
My hand not occupied with her breast went to her thigh, her legs parted at my touch. Without hesitation I moved to place my fingers on the crotch of her panties. The material was soaked, almost dripping with her juice. I pulled that barrier aside, and explored her hot flesh. Once more my efforts are rewarded with her soft moans of pleasure, her breathing deepened and her chest heaved.
I found her clitoris, teased and coaxed it to emerge from under its hood. Then with two fingers I massaged that little nub hard and fast. Her breathing quickened, she started to pant, and her hand went to her mouth trying to suppress the little squeaks and moans of pure joy that signalled her fast approaching orgasm. I massaged that little nub of her sex right up to the point of no return and beyond. The stiffening of her petite body, the sudden shudders as if she has been connected to the mains, the long deep sigh of satisfaction that signified she had climbed the peak and is now sliding down the other side. In short, she orgasmed, not the huge earth shattering, gushing, orgasm of a few days previously, but an orgasm none the less.
I put my lips close to her ear and whispered urgently,
"I want you, I want to feel my fat cock in your tight pussy. I want you now, but not here, somewhere more private. We go your place maybe?"
Her Pigeon English was catching, but those short staccato statements made for good communication in the noisy environment of that club. She pulled away and looked at me, then whispered back,
"No, my place no good. I live with parents, you no come there."
