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Young Jason was loving his new job. He was working as a maintenance man, evenings, at a local motel. It beat the hell out of his first job, flipping burgers at a fast food joint. He had some freedom to work at his own pace, and as long as all the guests were happy, and his work was done, his boss was happy.
Most of his duties were of a janitorial nature. And while some of his buddies ragged on him for being a janitor, he knew that everyone had to start somewhere. And even his boss had cleaned his share of toilets in his day.
Plus the boss was teaching him the basics of plumbing and electrical work, some carpentry and general maintenance stuff that other guys would pay for at the vocational school.
Then when you consider the fact that the motel always hired girls from the local college to work the front desk, and Jason was a horny 21 year old, he was quite happy where he was.
He'd already had a hot little blonde bent over the boss's desk. They both tried to watch the camera to see if anyone was coming, but it quickly became pretty intense, and they almost got caught.
He'd enjoyed the company of one girl in a vacant room after their shift was over. They had put towels down on the bare mattress and basically fucked each other silly, before sneaking out so the night auditor didn't see them.
He'd had a front desk girl go to the bar with him a few times after work, apparently trying to work up her courage. On her very last night at work she blew him in the parking lot. Then her semester was over and she was gone, just like all the others.
And then there was the typical goings on for a cheap motel near the highway, the stuff that doesn't make the brochures. Like the construction workers with the great weed. Or the hot women coming from some bar for a one night stand, which gave a young man like Jason plenty of fodder for the spank bank.
He would always try to be as courteous and charming as possible with these women, and flirty if she seemed open to it. But careful not to piss off whatever guy she was with. Then he would make a point of walking past their room as often as possible to hear them fuck.
He'd gotten many erections, right there on the balcony overlooking the parking lot while some chick was getting pounded in a guest room, wailing like a banshee. The bonus was that they were helping to pay his wages, while fucking like bunnies and giving him a thrill.
Many a night he had gone home to stroke his dick with thoughts of the women who he'd encountered, and flirted with, then later listened to as they climaxed.
There was one chick in particular who really got his wood hard. She was probably close to his mom's age, but she just oozed lust. She always dressed very sexy, and had long red hair and a smoking hot body.
Her eyes blazed when she caught him checking her out, and her smile as she scanned his lean frame had him thinking he had a shot. If she wanted to be a cougar, Jason would gladly be her cub.
She always checked in to the same room if it was available, with her husband in tow. Usually a half hour later, some other dude would be knocking on their door. Sometimes it would be two dudes! And Jason had heard many exciting sounds coming from their room.
She was very vocal and obviously didn't care who heard her. This woman might have been the same age as Jason's mother, but she sounded like she loved to fuck.
Then came the day he was walking into the office as she was walking out. They had literally bumped into each other, and neither of them flinched to step aside. The contact was electric. Their eyes met and locked. Her's challenging, his shocked and aroused.
They came to a stop with her hand on his broad pecs, her belly just touched the fly of his uniform pants. He realized he had one hand holding her shoulder and the other clasping her hip. They both apologized before separating, but they both knew neither of them was sorry.
When they did separate, it was with reluctance, and Jason looked at the husband for his reaction. The husband was smiling ear to ear, and he winked at Jason on his way out. That was a relief, as Jason didn't want to get into trouble.
Jason made note of the time as he watched the woman sashay her sweet ass to their usual room. She looked back just as she entered, to make sure Jason was still watching. Her smile was a sure sign she knew he would be, and she liked it.
Luckily the girl at the desk hadn't noticed anything. She was preoccupied processing the room rental. She was new, and Jason had been flirting with her pretty hard, but he didn't know yet if she was the jealous type or not.
Some of the girls who had worked there got a kick out of Jason flirting with the women who came in. And some even flirted with the guys. Those were the ones Jason usually ended up banging.
So Jason went on with his duties and hurriedly got all the trash to the dumpster, and the lobby mopped. Within a half hour, he was setting up a ladder near the room he knew they were in. His imagination was in overdrive as he went about cleaning the lights outside of their room, even though they were still spotless from the last time she'd been there.
He could only milk that job for so long before he had to switch to wiping down the railings that ran the length of the building, separating the sidewalk from the parking lot.
He checked his watch and wondered about the car he expected to be arriving. Would it be a couple of guys this time? White or black? What was she wearing as she waited? What was she doing with her time? What was her husband doing? Where they fucking? Masturbating?
Jason was getting hard just thinking about it.
He had all kinds of scenarios running through his head when he heard a phone ring inside the room. It was picked up in the middle of the third ring, and Jason strained to hear voices, but heard nothing.
