I’d arrived later than expected. As I dragged the useless suitcase through the revolving doors, I could hear my heels clicking on the floor.
She glanced up at me, her long hair hung over her face like a veil until she straightened. I watched as it hung straight down, perfectly framing her face. She was certainly pretty. She looked young, in her early twenties at most, I figured. Her brown eyes sparkled as she smiled and welcomed me to the hotel.
“Here you go, Ms McDonald,” she smiled as she handed me the key. “If there is anything else I can help you with, please let me know. I’ll be here all night.”
I smiled a thank you, my eyes were drawn down from her face to her cleavage. The top couple of buttons on her dark red blouse were undone and I could see the valley between two quite delicious looking breasts. I was obviously not being as subtle as normal because I suddenly felt her looking at me and realised I’d be caught. We both blushed in a moment of mutual understanding.
“I.. um.. well thank you, Joanne,” I finally managed to utter, the name tag on her jacket lapel providing a fig leaf of an excuse for me looking at her chest.
"Anything at all,” she repeated as I trundled off to the lifts, still dragging the suitcase with one wonky wheel behind me.
As the lift doors closed, I leant back against the mirrored wall and groaned. “Fuck,” I thought to myself, inwardly cursing myself at the poor impression I’d made on a rather delicious looking young woman.
I ran my eyes over my reflection, critiquing myself. I didn’t look my best. It had been a long train journey straight after work and I had spent the journey working on the presentation I was giving at a conference tomorrow morning. My clothes looked crumpled and my hair was lifeless and sticking up on one side, the result of resting my head in one hand as I worked at my laptop on the journey down.
Following a swipe of the keycard, I pushed the bedroom door open and stumbled in. Case dumped on the bed, heels gratefully kicked off, I padded around the bedroom in my stockinged feet, feeling better already. The hotel room was much like any other and within two minutes, I had the kettle on and the bath running, a generous dollop of the complimentary bath soak creating a mountain of bubbles I was already looking forward to soaking under. The water pressure was more efficient than the kettle and the bath was ready by the time I’d made myself a cup of tea.
My clothes lay in a crumpled heap on the floor as I slid beneath the bubbles. Fifteen minutes later, having drunk my cup of tea, I lay in the bath, my fingers almost unconsciously sliding down over my neatly trimmed mound. As my eyes closed, the receptionist, Joanne came into my mind.
My back arched as my fingers parted my lips. Imagining unbuttoning Joanne’s blouse, her large firm breasts encased in a lovely pink lace bra with a little bow in the centre. She stood before me, head bowed, eyes looking up at me as my thumbs traced the outline of her nipples through the lace. Her skin had an olive complexion and I could see the nipples were much darker as my thumbs eased the edges of the bra cups down with every sweep.
She stood there, biting her bottom lip and moaning softly as she let me play with her. As I reached behind her and unclasped the bra, I felt the weight of her breasts as my hands moved under the cups, cupping her. Her nipples hardening as my fingers ran lightly over her globes. I heard her gasp as my thumbs and first fingers pinched and twisted both nipples at the same time. She raised her head to me and I brought my lips down onto hers. My tongue pushing into her mouth as I lay in the bath with my eyes closed, my middle finger pushed deep inside me, curled around, stroking the sensitive pad inside me.
I pressed my feet against the end of the bath, giving myself some leverage as I ground my fingers deeper inside me. My thoughts returned to the receptionist. In my mind, she was now pushed back against the reception desk, her black skirt pulled up around her waist. As my fingers moved in and out of me, the rhythm building, I slide my hands up her legs, gripping the waistband of her cheap cotton panties and as I drag them down her thighs, I could see the damp patch. She looks at me, blushing, knowing I can see how wet she is.
I grip her knees and spread her open, a dewdrop visible on the lips of her smooth bald pussy as I lower my head and lap at her with the flat of my tongue. She groans, I moan and shudder in the bath, the water splashing over the sides as I can’t hold back. The urge to orgasm overwhelming me. No need to tease or build or hold back. I curl two fingers inside me, my thumb stroking my clit as I shudder and cum.
Afterwards, as I lie in the water, letting the aftershocks ripple through me, I slowly slide my fingers out. Letting them traverse slowly over my body. Touching all those sensitive spots that send shivers through me. Finally, when the water has cooled, I stand and climb out. I wrap a towel around my hair and pad over to the bedroom to make another cup of tea. A trail of wet footprints marking my path.
After flicking down the switch on the kettle, I slip on the white towelling robe provided by the hotel. I feel cocooned in the fluffy whiteness as I lie down on the bed.
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I wake up, slightly disorientated, realising I must have nodded off. My mouth is dry and I go to get myself a glass of water. However, the water from the tap in the bathroom is a bit warm and tasteless. I remember seeing the ice machine at the end of the corridor when I was coming in so I grab an empty glass and go to collect some ice.
It is only when I am standing in the corridor, as the door clicks shut behind me, that I realise I left the keycard inside. I turn quickly, trying the door handle in a desperate attempt to get back in before the security system clicks into place but it is too late. The door remains closed. The blank white door seemingly impassive to my pleas and silent curses.
I look up and down the corridor. It is thankfully empty. I pull the dressing gown more tightly around me. I don’t really want to head over to the lifts and go down to Reception. There are bound to be other guests coming in. I realise I have absolutely no idea what time it is. The hotel sounds empty so I think it must be quite late.
I see a door opposite marked ‘Service Stairs’ and suppose this will lead down to Reception without running across too many guests using the public lifts. I push open the door and slowly creep down the stairs in my bare feet.
At the ground floor, I push open the door a little and scan the corridor. As I hoped, it has brought me down behind the reception desks, away from the public thoroughfares. I slip out and quietly walk towards the desk, then stop.
I can see Joanne sitting at the desk. From this view, I can see her back, and see her watching a film on her computer screen. I can make out the two women on the screen, a blonde and a brunette, both naked and the brunette is draped over the kitchen table while the blonde takes her from behind with a strap-on. Joanne is wearing headphones so doesn’t hear me as I slowly approach. As I get closer I can see she has a hand inside her knickers. Her skirt is pulled up around her waist and by the way her thighs quiver, opening and closing, she is getting close.
My eyes move between Joanne and the computer screen. Almost subconsciously, my own hand slides inside my dressing gown and cups my left breast. My nipple is rock hard. My fingers trail around the areola as I watch this young woman masturbating to lesbian porn whilst working the night shift.
As the action intensifies on screen, the blonde is now tugging the other girl's hair, using it like reins as she pounds the strap-on in and out of her, the speed with which Joanne plunges her hand in and out also speeds up. I can see she glances up every so often to scan the reception area, presumably checking she is alone but she doesn’t think to look behind her.
