The taxi dropped me off early. I checked into the motel around 4 p.m. I travel a lot, and tend to crash after I reach my room. This time, however, there were no towels in the bathroom, so I called the front desk immediately, and kept my shirt on until some were delivered.
In a few minutes there was a light knock on my door and a female voice said, "Housekeeping."
I opened the door to one of the loveliest faces I have ever seen. I stood for a moment dumbfounded, and just looked into her eyes. My guess was that she was in her late 20s. She had long medium brown hair all the way to her butt. She also had glasses that accentuated her dark eyes. Her face was round and her cheeks bulged just a bit as she looked at me and smiled with lips that enchanted me. She was not lithe. In fact she was big but not tall. Her skin was as white as porcelain, and I could smell faint perfume. A thin chain hung from her neck, supporting a small pendant that hung at the beginning of her cleavage. I could tell that her tits would be pure delight to snuggle into. I wanted to kiss her lips, caress her breasts and lose myself in her eyes.
Her eyes twinkled in mild amusement, and her smile became even wider as she looked right back into my eyes. She tilted her head and said "You were short some towels?"
I stepped back and stammered "Yes.. uh.. yes, I called the front desk." She walked into the room and turned into the bathroom. Shaking her head and smiling. "I won't bite," she said. And the thought of her biting me in certain places sent tingles of pleasure to my loins.
She stretched to put the towels in their holders, and I looked at her dress as it became taught over a beautiful ample ass that I wanted to hold, and pull to me. She apologized about the towels. She had just finished the room and called it in apparently as I was checking in. Her last step was to put in fresh towels, but her cart was empty so she went to the laundry room to get some. My call came in the interim.
I said, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" She blushed and said that I must have been staring for a reason. It must not have been a bad reason though, because my face was like a little boy's at Christmas, but with a touch of dirty old man to it.
She surprised me again when she said, "Did you know I have a thing for older guys?" She blushed even deeper as I smiled with joy, and none too subtle lust. She said "You've got a cute beard too." She looked down then, blushing so hard that her cheeks and chest turned crimson. It looked like a flush of sex to me. I wondered if she was thinking about this beard moving between her lovely thighs.
I said "Can I buy you a drink?"
"No!" she said. "Not here, I work here and they know me." "Besides, I'm married, and so are you judging by your ring."
"I'm sorry for being so forward, but you are one of the most beautiful and desirable creatures I have seen in a long time." "I can't help my stare." I quite brazenly looked at her face, up and down her body, and then directly into her eyes. My face was alight with a huge grin.
She sighed deeply and said, "I have to go home." My disappointment showed as she left the room. She turned as she closed the door and said, "You behave now, hear?"
That night I mentally undressed her and had my way with her. I masturbated twice, dreaming that my hand was her hand, her lips, her throat -- her pussy. I thought of tasting her perfume on her breasts, and kissing the center of her being in a deep lingering thrust of my tongue. I woke up with a hard-on.
Business meetings the following day were technical and boring. I gave my opinion at the appropriate time, and left early so the local management could mull things over.
I returned to my room around three, hoping to get a glimpse of my lovely. A cart was in front of my room and my door was open. I fervently hoped it was her.
