Finally, a chance for a few days away from work, home, responsibilities, but sadly Linda could not join me, "Sorry honey, I have that regional management meeting and I can't get out of it!" So here I was staying in a Hotel overlooking Brighton's Marine Palace and Pleasure Pier. When one is surrounded by nice people and good food; what else could a nice lesbian girl need for a short break away from home!
My itinerary was open, a morning of looking around the town centre, perhaps a little shopping; lunch somewhere either on or just off the prom, followed by an afternoon walk along the esplanade people watching, and there might even be something going on at the Bandstand, who knows. This evening, a nice dinner at the hotel and maybe a night club; glorious!
All had gone according to plan apart from the Bandstand where the afternoon events were for young children, Continuing my walk back I was about fifteen minutes away from the pier when it began to spit with rain, another five minutes and it was beginning to come down! Quickening my pace, getting close to the hotel it finally settled into a steady pour. I hurried across the King's Road and the doorman greeted me with an umbrella up the stairs and into the hotel lobby. Passing the Front Desk the clerk on duty told me that, "as there had been so many rooms vacated today, my room was net yet serviced:"
"No problem, nothing we can't work around when Housekeeping arrives."
Arriving at the door to my room the Housekeeping cart was in front of it, the latch of the dead bolt had been set to hold it very slightly ajar, nothing unusual about that when the Housekeepers were servicing the room, I thought nothing of it.
For a moment I thought about coming back later but then decided that, at the very least, I should towel down and perhaps fix my hair a little before going down for afternoon tea. I was about to take hold of the door knob when, from the bathroom immediately adjacent to the door, I heard the sound of a woman expressively murmuring in a tone that could only be called a mewling of passion.
Very carefully, very quietly, I eased the door open. The Bathroom door was slightly ajar, sufficient that through the hinged side of the door jamb I could see the tall, slender figure of the girl who did the housekeeping on this floor sitting on the edge of the sink, her head thrown back, skirt high around her waist and her fingers entwined in the hair of the Supervisor who's head was moving lasciviously up and down within the confines of her thighs. I knew it was a Supervisor as they all wear a sky blue jacket denoting their position in the hierarchy of the hotel and I could just see enough of her shoulders to pick this out.
"Oh yes Margaret, right there, oh baby, yes, again, again"
From my singularly selfish advantage point, I watched for as long as I dare. The vision of this gloriously lesbian interaction was exciting not only to observe but also exciting in the manifest of sensations that it was engendering at points very close to home... Yes, damn it, I was wet and I loved this opportunity of chance voyeurism. I have said it before and no doubt I shall unashamedly repeat myself again in the future: "I love to watch and I love to be watched!"
For now, I was obliged to withdraw from the wonderful events on which I had stumbled, events that were now coming to an end. As these two women kissed I quietly withdrew from my vantage point. I had no desire to cause embarrassed concern, but I most assuredly did hold a very specific desire to experience this stunning piece of housekeeping ass for myself. Although I was reasonably certain that the Supervisor was the short but really cute, dark headed beauty I had seen earlier today in the lift, I never got to really get a good look, but if it was she I have to admit, I also had some pretty good hot's for her also.
Now back in the corridor I hurried to the foyer of the lift and waited for a few minutes before casually returning to the room. The Supervisor was coming out as I approached the door and 'YES, it was her!'
Greeting her with a smile I inquired:
"Is it OK for me to get back in, the Desk Clerk told me there had been some delay"
"Oh yes Madam, Cassie is nearly done, just finishing up a few points, sorry for the inconvenience."
"Inconvenience, no; hey things take time, think nothing of it, it all comes right in the end"
I smiled at my purposeful inference, full in the knowledge that she was unaware of all that I had seen.
"Thank you again, your patience it is so appreciated," and she hurried off down the corridor. I sensed a little nervousness in her departure but put it down to the fact that she had just had a muff-dive in my bathroom; lucky girl!
Entering my room Cassie was hurriedly rearranging the pillows of the bed.
"Hello. Is it Cassie?"
"Yes Madam, good afternoon, I'll be gone in a flash, sorry for the delay!"
"Not a problem, is it OK if I use the bathroom, are you finished there?"
"Oh yes, you go right ahead."
Closing the bathroom door behind me, I was about to pull my skirt up when I noticed a small item in the corner of the vanity just behind where they put those lovely small bottles of shampoo etc., but this was something quite different. Picking it up I found myself holding a thong. Thoughts rushed through my mind, picturing Cassie sitting here, reliving the image of her held in the throes of clandestine orgasm. Oh Cassie, you sexy woman! Flushing the loo, I washed my hands and stepped out.
"Thank you Mam, all done for today."
Conversationally I inquired: "What time do you get off?" Again I had to smile at my own joke.
"You're my last room today, so all I have to do is restock and store my stuff, and then I'm off. I'll try to be earlier tomorrow Mam. Again, sorry for the delay."
