The day I met Ronnie was one of the best days I've ever had. I was traveling for business and I had already been on the road a few weeks. The hotels and cities had blended together, but this was the last stop. Two more days and I was home free. I was supposed to work through the weekend, but I was able to finish all my work on Friday. Now, all I had to do was relax until my flight out Monday morning. I treated myself by sleeping in that Saturday morning. Little did I know, but that was the best decision I could've made.
Ronnie was the girl that had been cleaning my room the entire week. I had passed her in the hall and noticed her smoking body making a conscious effort to read her name tag as I walked by, but I hadn't said more than a few words to her. She had never made it to my room before I left in the morning, but this day she caught me lying in bed.
I was startled by the knock at the door followed by the faint inquiry, "Housekeeping." Ronnie only waited a few seconds before keying in. I jumped out of bed, but didn't make it to the door before it opened. She was standing in the hall right in front of me and I was only wearing boxers, the ones that said "love sausage" with a sausage and bun on the front. I couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, but I noticed her eyes looking me up and down. They lingered on the bulge between my legs and I felt a little twinge of excitement from my rod. I hurried back to the bed and slipped under the covers.
"Sorry," I said, grabbing my pants and slipping them on under the sheets.
"Oh, it's okay," she said stuttering a little. She didn't seem uncomfortable, just a little surprised. "I can come back later."
"No, it's no problem," I said softly trying my best to sound apologetic, but the situation actually turned me on. "I was just leaving." I slid on my shirt and noticed her staring at my chest. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I started working on my socks. "Really, I'll let you get to work."
"No, no, you can stay if you want, actually I wouldn't mind a little company." She closed the door behind her. "It'll only take me a minute to straighten up." She was carrying sheets, so I moved over to the little table by the window.
"Well, if you're sure you don't mind." I really didn't mind staying and watching her work. It gave me a chance to check her out even more. She had the tightest ass under those polyester slacks. I couldn't stop staring at it and wondering how my cock would feel shoved into that tight little hole. I wasn't sure, but it really seemed like she was flirting with me as well. I wanted to make a move, but all I could think of was, "what if she didn't want me to make a move? What would happen?" I knew it wouldn't be anything but trouble, so I just sat pretending to watch TV, while she made the bed. I couldn't help but notice her small firm tits as she bent over pulling the sheets into place. She was wearing a frock over a tight t-shirt and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were rock hard underneath the thin material.
"So what is there to do around here? I've got a day off; maybe I can see the sights."
"To be honest, mister..."
