If you are under 18 years of age, kindly leave and do not read any further. All individuals in my tales, both real and fictitious, are themselves, over the age of 18 years old.
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You could not be blamed if you initially thought this story might be about the taking of a young lady's virginity, but in this relating of something that actually happened to me, that is not the case. It is the tale of taking what I thought was a shy, Asian young lady and turning her into my sexual pet. As it turned out, she was far from being a virgin and equally as far from being shy. How we kid ourselves sometimes.
A little background to begin with will help you to make some sense of the circumstances. As it is, I have a career with which I travel extensively and it is centred around a certain city on the west coast. One of the perks of my position is that I can live anywhere that I wish, with the only requirement being that I make my way to the west coast to begin each of my assignments. Simple and pleasurable to me. I live where I prefer to and work out of a very nice city that I love, but do not wish to live in full time.
This arrangement requires that I spend many days a month in the city and sometimes I'll stay there as well during days off, depending on what is going on in my life. Complicated perhaps for some, but perfect for me. I prefer to stay at a hotel when I am in the city and have come to have a few that I use as my residence. I am well known to the staff and of course... that has its pros and cons. And so the story begins.
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I had gotten in quite late the night before and was enjoying sleeping-in a bit, because I had the day off. The room was cool and while not dark now, it was still nicely suitable for dozing and enjoying the crisp sheets on the king-size bed. I'd had a great sleep and was just laying there, inching my way towards getting up. The Do-Not-Disturb sign hung on the door, as it always did when I was in residence. What was missing, though, was the chain that gave that final bit of security from errant hotel staff or mistakes with keys by the front desk. It was not like me to forget the chain, but I was exhausted when I arrived.
I heard the card key and the click of the lock. The door opened and more light streamed in from the hallway. A bit shocked by this intrusion, I called out, "Hello," to let whomever was there know that the room was occupied.
A round face, framed in jet black hair, peaked around the corner of the short hallway and I recognized her immediately.
"Oh, Captain!" she said feigning surprise.
Not knowing what to really address me as, they all referred to me like this because of the uniform I wore. She was one of the housekeepers that always took care of my room.
"Violet, how are you?" I said trying to ease her poor attempt at discomfort. "My apologies... you've caught me sleeping in a bit."
She came right around the corner when she saw my reaction and stood at the foot of the bed.
"I can come back. I am sorry to have disturbed you!"
"That would probably be best," I laughed. "You wouldn't want to know what I sleep in I'm sure."
But, instead of leaving, Violet actually sat down on the foot of the bed and just looked at me. Awkward to say the least, but I chalked it up to a little cultural difference. I had known her to say hi to when we passed in the hallways. She had been cleaning and tidying my room for 3 years now and I had always appreciated the attention she gave to the details of her job, making my room always perfect for me.
She was attractive and although I have trouble estimating the age of many of the Asian folks I encounter, I knew Violet was well out of her teens, but was she late twenties or early thirties... who could tell? She was tall, perhaps 5'7" or thereabouts and willowy. Attractive features making her more than simply pretty. I had never seen her without the standard issued slacks and short smock, but I would have given her breasts as being slightly less than average in size and a derriere that was more than just shapely. I had wondered a number of times what she looked like when she was away from her work and dressed in her own clothes.
I was getting the feeling that she had not found herself in my room by some innocent accident. The air was thick, as they say, with the an unspoken question. My fear was, that something inappropriate was on the verge of happening and winding up with her in my bed for little more than a quick fuck. She gets screwed (literally), then feels guilt and it messes things up for me in the hotel. Not something I wanted.
No. That was the last thing that I wanted. However, I admired her courage to stage this little encounter and I was more than a little curious to know what she was thinking. I had never been with an Asian woman before and I had more than my share of fantasies of what that might be like. They make up a large portion of the city's population here and they are always beautifully dressed and carry themselves with confidence and a sexiness that can't be ignored!
Okay... so what happened? All these words and nobody has gotten anybody into the sack or even out of their clothes (except for me, but I stayed under the sheets) yet? It started rather tentatively, but it picked up speed after that.
"Are you okay, Violet?" I asked as she sat there just looking at me.
"I'm okay," she said with a slight blush, "but I want to talk to you about something..."
I looked at her for a few moments; not sure if I wanted to have this conversation. Funny, I couldn't be sure how old she exactly was, but I could read the vibes and I knew she was not trying to complain about something she thought I did or perhaps said. That wasn't the vibe at all.
"You kinda have me at a disadvantage here. I'd love to talk to you about whatever it is you are trying to tell me, but this might look a little odd if another person comes through that door."
She reached out and started rubbing my foot through the sheets. I was trying to stop something before it got started.
"I have an idea," I said. "What time do you finish work?"
"Four."
"Okay... why don't we meet for a coffee when your day is done and you can tell me what's on your mind?"
She stroked my foot a little bit firmer as her hand found the base of my toes. I didn't move my foot away, because I was quite enjoying what she was doing. If she was trying to get into my bed with me, I was weakening and trying hard to avoid that happening. My next fear was the erection I was starting to get. That was really going to turn this more sexual than it already was.
"I have to go downtown for a little while, would there be some place down there we could meet?"
She looked up at me and with a sudden change in her demeanour she smiled.
"I know the perfect little spot!"
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I was sitting at a table outside on their patio, sipping a nice cappuccino, when Violet arrived. I could not believe my eyes!
She looked nothing like she did around the hotel. Her makeup was done and she had on tight pants and a loose fitting top that had huge arm holes and showed the entire outer side of each of her tits. I had thought that she was perhaps a little smaller than average... I could now say that she was a lovely C cup, perhaps even a D. I was loving the view! Her pants were tight and clung to every crease and cranny. They were tightly fit at her ankles --in fact, I don't know how she even got them on and off!
