She’d seen her fair share of distressed folk looking for a last minute room. She sat up straight. She also couldn’t help but notice that the man was rather good looking; 6’1″ or thereabouts, with a good lean body and a pleasant face.
“Are you alright sir?” she asked, with genuine concern.
John thought that he might cry right there. Instead, he took a deep breath and inquired “Hi. Do you have any rooms available?” The desperation he was feeling crept into his voice; he was close to breaking point and didn’t think he could hold it in much longer.
“You’re in luck,” the receptionist replied, smiling gently, “we have three rooms available for tonight; two of them are being occupied tomorrow evening. The other is not yet booked in by anyone.”
“Why’s that?”
“It’s been refurbished, so it has been off of our books for a while. It was just reopened today.”
“I’ll take it,” John said, relief flooding through him. He intended to get very drunk that night and had no work for a few days. John thought that that would give him time to sort out his head a little, and he could begin to deal with the end of his marriage. He fished out his bank card and said “I’d like to book a month in that room please.”
“A month?” the receptionist replied, somewhat startled.
“Yes please. I’ve suffered some… marital difficulties at home and don’t wish to impose on any friends. Is that alright? It’s not against company policy or anything is it?” Money was certainly no problem for John, his job was well-paying.
“No sir, not at all. I’m sorry to hear about your troubles sir, I’m sure everything will work out.”
John could have laughed at that, but didn’t. The receptionist was just being sympathetic and it seemed genuine. That almost caused him to cry again, but he held it in, merely nodding at the receptionist’s words. He handed over his bank card, paid his deposit and handed over some ID. He barely listened as the receptionist quickly explained about breakfast, lunch, dinner etc. His attention was recaptured by the receptionist saying, “…and the maids come in between 9 and 11. I’ll err, ask the maid on your floor to visit your room last sir.”
John was grateful for her forbearance; she clearly realised he wanted to be alone and probably guessed at his plans to get drunk. He nodded, murmured his thanks, accepted his key and headed up to his room.
Room 215. John unlocked it slowly and stumbled inside. He closed the door behind him, stuffed his case in the corner, removing the bottles of alcohol from within it, and collapsed on the bed. He felt drained, both emotionally and physically. Tears began to leak from his eyes and now there was no stopping them. He wept, taking shuddering gasps and choking back the urge to scream.
His tears eventually subsided, though John knew it wouldn’t be long before he began again. He decided on a shower and headed into the bathroom. The bathroom was pleasant, with a decent sized shower. He turned on the water, got it to a decent temperature and then collapsed inside it, seating himself on the floor. Tears came flooding back to his eyes and again he wept, contemplating the end of his marriage and his life as he knew it. The worst part was, he didn’t even know why it had happened. He and Katie had been getting along wonderfully and he himself had never strayed. And now their marriage was in tatters and there was no way it could be sewn back together.
John thought suddenly that perhaps it was the lack of sex that had done it. He’d injured his penis in a rather unfortunate kinky game gone wrong with his wife. He had to have multiple tests to make sure his cock was still fully function-able and had had to abstain from sex for a whole month. The doctors had also informed him that all the tests had shown that he was free of STDs, so he did at least have that going for him. This had meant to be his and Katie’s first night together after a month.
Eventually, his tears stopped and John knew that he wouldn’t cry anymore, that night at least. He exited the shower, threw on the hotel-provided dressing gown and grabbed the bottle of Scotch. The hotel hadn’t provided any glasses, but they had provided a cheap cup and saucer so he could enjoy his complimentary tea and coffee.
There was something funny about drinking alcohol out of a cup, so much that it made John laugh aloud. ‘At least I’ve retained my sense of humour,’ he thought to himself.
He grabbed the cup and filled it with alcohol, knocking it back in one. He did so again, and again, and again, and eventually managed to drink until he was close to passing out. John threw off the gown and collapsed naked on the bed, praying to wake up without a hangover.
John woke with a groan, his head pounding lightly. God had clearly ignored his prayer from the night before, though at least John didn’t feel sick. He was, however, now covered by a blanket. That made him sit up and look around. For a moment, nothing seemed out of place, then he heard someone moving around in the bathroom. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was almost 11. ‘The maid,’ he thought. He lay back down, hoping that the maid would leave fairly quickly. He figured that the maid must have covered him and felt slightly embarrassed that a strange woman had seen him naked.
She emerged from the bathroom, wiping her hand across her brow; John lay there stunned. She was gorgeous, the kind of woman that men fantasised about but would never get. She looked young, maybe 5 or 6 years younger than John, putting her at 22 or 23. She stood at maybe 5’6″, her blonde hair was tied up under her maids hat and her breasts looked firm and perky underneath her white shirt. She was wearing black trousers and black pumps; John thought she looked more like an office manager than maid.
She noticed he was awake and gave him a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. John lay there speechless, suddenly aware that his cock was beginning to stir. He tried to control himself and gave her an embarrassed smile. “Good morning sir.”
“Err, hi, good morning,” John replied, feeling foolish, “sorry about me being, you know, when you came in.”
She laughed prettily.
John swallowed, feeling his cock harden. Was she flirting, or just being polite? John never was the best at flirting, he had no real experience with women other than Katie and had in fact only ever been with one other girl in his life. He realised that the maid had an accent to her voice, Eastern European perhaps. He then noticed that she was bent over in front of him and he stared at the beautiful arse on display, so tight and pert.
“Wh-what is your name miss?” he asked, desperate to take his mind off of her body.
She laughed again. “Miss? That’s something I’m not called too often. My name’s Natalia. And yours, sir?”
“John, just call me John. Where are you from Natalia?”
“Poland.” She turned to look at him; she had a slight frown on her face. John realised that she might be thinking that he was prejudiced.
“I thought so. I visited Poland a few years ago. Beautiful country.”
Her smile returned. “It is. I’ll be going back there next year, after I’ve finished my final year of University. I was lucky to get a summer job here; I would have struggled to live here otherwise.”
“Well, your English is fantastic.” He paused, realising how dehydrated he was. “Could you do me a favour Natalia? Could you grab me a bottle of water from the minibar? I’d do it myself, but…” John gestured down at his blanket-covered body.
Her smile widened. Had she noticed the bulge in the blankets? She turned and walked over to the minibar, bending over, slightly more than she needed to in John’s opinion. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet, because her arse seemed to wiggle before him. John swallowed again, feeling the blood rush to his already hardening member. He rearranged himself to try and disguise it, but could not stop the fact that he now had a raging hard-on.
Natalia turned back to him, a bottle of water clutched in her hands. She pretended not to notice the rather obvious bulge beneath the blanket. What surprised her slightly was her own body’s reaction to it. She could feel her nipples stiffen and her pussy began to tingle. She slowly swaggered over to John, not failing to notice his attempts to avert his eyes and keep control of himself. She wanted to tease him more, but how? Then it came to her. She placed the bottle of water on the bed next to his hand, ‘accidentally’ grazing her fingers along it as she did so. She saw the jolt that ran through him and felt her pussy begin to moisten.
John was in agony at this stage. His head, still aching from his night of drinking, was telling him to calm down, that the girl was just doing her job and it was inappropriate to be having sexual thoughts about the staff. But his stiff cock was telling him different; it was telling him to throw off the blanket, show how excited this sexy young woman had made him and fuck her with reckless abandon.
Then Natalia bent over again, with her arse merely inches from his face. She said something about retrieving some paracetamol or aspirin from the maids cart; John had ceased to listen. All he could think about was this ferociously sexy creature in front of him, particularly the tight pussy that was so close to his face, his tongue.
Natalia was enjoying herself immensely. She knew what kind of effect she was having on him; she was not some naive teenager, she was well aware of the effect her body had on men. Again, she was surprised by her own body’s reaction. Normally, she could tease guests just for fun, but today was different. Her panties were quickly becoming soaked by her pussy juices and her nipples were as stiff as John’s cock. She eventually retrieved some aspirin, disappointed that the game was over.
John accepted it with thanks, took two and downed the bottle of water. Natalia couldn’t help but wish that he had had the bravery to go further, nonetheless she did look forward to a delicious masturbation session later. She packed up her things and tried not to smile at the look of disappointment on John’s face.
John decided that he didn’t want it to end just there. “Natalia, you, ah, couldn’t grab me a second bottle could you?” Natalia did so, bending down even further, wishing that he would just take the bait and fuck her right there, hard and fast wherever he wanted.
John enjoyed the view once more, trying to convince himself that the attraction was mutual. His raging erection was clearly visible beneath the blankets and she hadn’t uttered a word of complaint, nor acted as if it was inappropriate. But maybe he was getting it all wrong. What if she was just used to this sort of behaviour from customers? It would be humiliating to be rejected.
John’s musings and Natalia’s silent pleas were interrupted by John’s phone ringing. John glanced at the name, saw ‘Katie’ and waited for it to finish. He sent a short text ‘Don’t contact me for a few days, you’ll get no answer. I’m fine, but I’ll be out of reach” He sent the message to everyone in his phonebook that he felt was likely to call.
A wave of fury washed through him and the phone suddenly went spinning from his hand and across the room, where it crashed against the wall. Natalia’s eyes widened in surprise and a little fear, but she couldn’t help but feel her arousal grow. ‘If that’s what he’s like when he’s passionate… God I want him to fuck me!’ John rested his head in his hands and apologised.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry. My wi, no, ex-wife.”
Natalia understood then; no wonder he was reluctant to make a move.
“What did she do?” she inquired, trying to look him in the eye. She couldn’t help but notice that the blanket had slipped past his chest and his tight, firm body was on display.
“I caught her cheating on me,” John muttered, “in my own fucking bed.”
Natalia tried to be sympathetic, but all this was telling her was that John was unattached, with a nice, hard cock. “When did you find out?”
“Last night. That’s why I’m here and why I got so drunk… Look, thanks, but you don’t have to stay and listen to me and my problems, there’s nothing anyone can do anyway.” He crossed his arms then, looking away, almost in shame.
Natalia decided to take the plunge. She sat on the edge of the bed and her hand reached across and grasped his aching cock.
“So…” she breathed, “you don’t have any problems I could help out with at all…?”