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Monday, April 13, 2015

CURIOSITY

"This is my favourite Aretha song," said Alison, turning up the volume on the hi-fi. "I prefer it to Say A Little Prayer, don't you?"

"You haven't answered my question," said Janet sharply.

"I know," Alison replied, her voice fading to a soft whisper. "I'm not sure about the whole idea."

"But you promised," Janet protested, flicking a strand of dark hair from her face as she shifted position on the bed. She sat barefoot and cross-legged on the patterned quilt, her hazel eyes staring intently at Alison.

The two girls were alone in Alison's small room in the dormitory block, spending an easy Sunday afternoon drinking juice and listening to CDs of old blues songs. Outside on the green lawn a pair of tiny birds flitted around in the sunshine, but no students seemed to be venturing into the daylight.

"Everybody is sleeping late today," Alison observed. "I reckon the whole university has a hangover after last night." She chuckled quietly to herself, toying with her blonde ponytail as she gazed out of the window. "Hell, I never drank so much beer in my whole life. What time did you leave the bar?"

"Two-thirty," Janet replied, pulling a stray denim thread from her jeans.

"Late enough, I guess," said Alison. "Did you go back to your room?"

Janet shook her head and grinned. "No, I went back to D Block with Paul and Craig."

"You had sex with Craig?"

Again Janet shook her head, her shiny mane of black hair bobbing around her shoulders. "No, with Paul. But I didn't enjoy it much, because I felt so distracted."

"You were too drunk to concentrate?"

"No. I was thinking about you."

Alison gave no response, though her cheeks blushed and she bit her lower lip anxiously.

"You still haven't answered my question, girl," said Janet. "I'm starting to get impatient and angry."

Alison walked away from the window and sat on the bed, wriggling her bare toes into the sheepskin rug that her parents had given as a leaving present. The red miniskirt she wore had also been a gift, bought specially by her boyfriend back home in the hope that she would not forget him when she went away to college. But she had used their parting as an opportunity to make a fresh start, sending him a "sorry - it's over" email at the end of her first week at university. She had no qualms, however, about wearing the skirt he had purchased for her, nor the matching sleeveless red T-shirt that his mother had added to the gift.

"There's no need to get angry," said Alison, after a long awkward silence. "Last night we were both quite drunk, and we said some things that maybe we now regret."

Janet gave a deep frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. "Ah, so you were lying when you said you wanted to sleep with a woman? It was nothing more than beer-talk and bullshit."

"I didn't tell any lies," Alison retorted, feeling hurt and offended by the accusation. "I meant every word of it. I'm still curious to see what it would be like to have sex with a girl, but I'm not sure if I want to rush into anything right now."

Janet shuffled closer to her friend, so close that her denim-clad knees brushed Alison's bare arm. At first Alison seemed to flinch, but after a moment of doubt she relaxed, leaning slightly against Janet's crossed legs with her hip pressing gently against them.

"Last night we agreed to experiment together," Janet recalled. "We drained our bottles at the bar and promised each other that today we would try some girly fun, to satisfy our curiosity, to see if we might even enjoy it. Do you not remember what you told me, just before Craig and Paul appeared?"

Alison nodded slowly, keeping her eyes fixed on the sheepskin rug. "I said that you are my best friend."

"You also swore that you love me," said Janet. "And that you reckon I look sexy and cute. Then I returned the compliment. But it was you who started talking about how you wanted to sleep with a woman, and it was your idea that we should try it in your room today. But maybe I don't seem so desirable when we're both sober on a Sunday afternoon?"

Alison shrugged, lifting her head to look into her friend's eyes. "I'm really nervous about trying it," she explained. "It seems a really big step to take, just to satisfy our curiosity. Maybe we're too young to take that step. Next year we'll both be nineteen, so perhaps we could see how we feel about it after our birthdays?"

"That's a pile of crap, and you know it," Janet replied, her eyes flashing angrily. Then her tone softened, and she reached out to caress her friend's forearm. "Who says a couple of eighteen year old girls aren't mature enough to experiment with some harmless bisexual lovemaking? I can certainly handle it, and I reckon you can too."

"Oh, God!" hissed Alison. "This is all too scary for me. What if it goes horribly wrong, and we start hating each other afterwards?"

Janet continued to stroke Alison's arm, moving her fingers up to where the red T-shirt curved around the shoulder. "What can possibly go wrong?" she objected. Then, seeing the uncertainty in Alison's face, she added: "If it's such a big deal, we could maybe have a kind of compromise, to make it less scary. Perhaps we should leave our underwear on?"

Alison's expression brightened somewhat, and a relieved smile curled across her mouth. "Neat idea! We'll keep our bras and panties on, but take everything else off."

Janet clicked her tongue and frowned, trailing her fingers tenderly around her friend's neck, beneath the silky blonde ponytail. "I really do think we should be topless. I'm wearing a lacy bra, which might scratch your skin when we snuggle close together."

"OK," whispered Alison. "You undress first."

Janet sprang from the bed and stood in front of Alison, smiling down at her friend's upturned face and feeling an overpowering desire to kiss her mouth.

"Take off the T-shirt," said Alison, her blue eyes gleaming eagerly. "That's it, baby, nice and slow. You were right about that prickly bra."

Janet flung the T-shirt away and cupped her hands around the underside of her bra-cups, lifting her pert breasts in imitation of the posing models she used to see in her brother's softporn magazines. The sight aroused Alison, who started tugging at the zipper on her friend's jeans.

"I'll bet your panties match your bra," she ventured, licking her lips in anticipation. "White lace, in a tanga style, or maybe a skimpy thong?"

"Your guesses are wrong," said Janet, inhaling deeply as her jeans were pulled down to her ankles. "You got the colour right, but I always wear cotton in the daytime. Lace is too itchy. And so is a thong, so I never wear one. These sporty high-legs are far more comfortable."

Alison whistled softly between her teeth, placing her hands on her friend's slim hips and hoisting up the waistand of the white panties.

"You're so gorgeous and sexy!" she observed, pulling Janet closer and gazing up into her soft brown eyes. "I can see why Craig and Paul are always trying to get you into bed. If I was a guy, I'd have a hard-on every time I saw you in these cute cotton pants. They make you look like an innocent schoolgirl."

Breathless with excitement, she parted her lips to receive Janet's kiss. The brunette lowered her head, her long dark hair brushing Alison's cheeks and tickling her neck. To Alison, the kiss felt incredible and produced so many wonderfully dizzy sensations that she almost fainted. Janet's lips and tongue had a strangely soft texture, like satin rose petals or ribbons of the smoothest velvet. Her kiss was as gentle as a rustle of butterfly wings, filling Alison's senses like a sudden gulp of strong wine.

When eventually their mouths parted, Alison took a deep satisfied breath and coughed, feeling a dryness in her throat. "You've definitely kissed a girl before," she said.

"Not true," came the reply, as Janet straightened her spine and unhooked her bra. "This is my first time."

Alison whistled softly when the lace bra tumbled to the floor, the sight of her friend's bare breasts making her head spin with desire. Curling her fingers around Janet's slender waist, she placed her hands on the cotton-clad buttocks and gently squeezed, feeling the flesh firm and warm beneath the tight white material. Then, using her thumbs, she traced the shape of the panties from hip to gusset, following the sewn trim over the curve of Janet's ass to where it vanished into the hot secret places under her body.

"Your bottom feels amazing," said Alison. "I wish mine felt so pert!"

"Let's find out how it feels," Janet replied, caressing Alison's ears and stroking the blonde ponytail. "Swap positions!"

The girls quickly swapped places, Janet sitting on the bed with her hands around Alison's waist. For a brief instant Alison felt a twinge of her former anxiety, and she bit her lower lip as though having second thoughts about the experiment. But her hesitation dissipated as soon as she felt Janet's fingers lifting the hem of her red miniskirt, and a bout of giggling seized her.

"Hey!" she cried. "Let me take this T-shirt off before you start pulling at my skirt."

"I can't help it," Janet replied, her eyes wide with fascination as she raised the hem around her friend's hips. "I'm really curious to see what colour panties you're wearing." Then her smile broadened, and she laughed aloud. "How sweet!" she added. "Pink cotton, with lots of tiny blue stars! Are they from your Barbie playset?"

"Nasty bitch!" Alison chuckled, retrieving her skirt and pushing the hem back into place. "These pants were a birthday present from my grandmother."

"Which birthday?" asked Janet, still tugging at the hem. "Your ninth, perhaps?"

"My eighteenth, actually!" Alison retorted, stepping backwards a pace. "Less than six months ago. So, stop making fun of my underwear, especially as yours doesn't even match."

To reinforce her point, she pulled the red T-shirt over her head and flung it aside, revealing a pink cotton bra that did indeed match her panties. The lace-trimmed cups snugly clasped her small breasts, but the garment seemed rather undersized, and her nipples were partly visible above the trim.

"Take it off, then," ordered Janet, pulling Alison closer. "Let me see your tits."

"There isn't much to see," Alison muttered sadly, as she removed her bra. But she gasped when Janet's hands crawled up her body to gently caress her breasts. The sensation of a girl's fingers massaging her nipples was almost too much to bear, and her knees began to quiver like balls of jelly.

"They're getting hard," Janet observed, placing a tender kiss on Alison's navel and nuzzling her chin against the front of the pink panties. "Your little nipples, I mean. I can't describe how wonderful they feel when I touch them."

"Shit! I'm falling over!" said Alison. "I need to get on the bed."

She toppled forward to crawl onto the quilt, where she turned around and lay flat on her back. Janet clambered up into a kneeling position, crouching between her friend's legs while slowly stroking the gusset of her own underwear.

"My panties are drenched," she confessed, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "It feels like a tiny dribble of piss, but I know it's definitely something else."

"Do I turn you on?" Alison inquired, smiling at the view of Janet's gentle masturbation and feeling intensely aroused when she saw a damp stain on the crotch of the white panties.

Janet nodded, her nostrils flaring as she rubbed her forefinger along the length of her gusset. "My clit is tingling like crazy and feels as stiff as a pencil," she said softly. "It's nearly pushing through the wet cotton, and it's all because of you."

"Good," whispered Alison. "But what happens next?"

Janet shrugged, shaking her black hair and lifting her eyebrows. "Dunno. I'm as much a novice as you with this lesbo stuff. Maybe we could caress each other's pussies for a while?"

"But we still keep our panties on?" Alison queried, a hint of panic flickering in her blue eyes.

"Yes, of course. Now, you just lie there while I make a start."

"Oh God!" Alison hissed through tightly-clenched teeth. "That feels really weird."

"Just relax," whispered Janet, kneeling forward with her right hand resting on her friend's crotch. The pink cotton felt so smooth, so tight, so soft and warm beneath her palm, her fingertips detecting the bristly mat of Alison's pubic hair through the thin material. "Does that feel OK?" she added.

"It feels really nice," came the reply. "Move your hand around a bit. That's it, nice and slowly. Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

"Do you like it when I put my finger there?" asked Janet. "Like that, nestling between your pussy lips? Can you feel it, even through your underwear?"

Alison made no response, but her head twisted aside and she buried her face in a fold of the quilt. Her cheeks burned a deep shade of crimson and her hands clawed at the bed. Wayward blonde strands trailed across her face and her ponytail curled around her neck like a straggly piece of rope.

With her right hand Janet continued to stroke Alison's vagina through the pink panties, while her left caressed her own underwear until the white cotton at her crotch felt slick and wet in her writhing fingers.

"Oh hell, I think I'm going to climax," Alison muttered, her words stifled by the quilt.

"Me too!" Janet replied hoarsely, feeling a trickle of sweat run swiftly down the left side of her face.

Alison took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, the air whistling softly through her pursed lips as the first wave of orgasm enveloped her body. The sensation seemed familiar, like the satisfaction she used to receive from her ex-boyfriend's cock, but it arrived with a strange otherworldly quality which she found surprising and puzzling. She giggled at each ecstatic pulse, her spine arching upwards when the last wave pulsed through her veins.

"God! That felt amazing!" she hissed, her limbs twitching as she sank into the bed. "Nobody has ever touched my cunt like that before. Not even me!" Then, seeing Janet still kneeling between her legs, she smiled and added: "Now it's your turn."

"Hurry up, then," Janet replied, leaning backwards to lie on the bed with her knees raised and her legs apart. "I'm absolutely desperate to come."

"I won't caress your pussy," said Alison.

"Why not?"

"Because I have a better idea," came the reply.

"Wow!" exclaimed Janet, her eyes wide with delight when she saw Alison crouching like a cat. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Alison nodded, licking her lips as she grinned. Shuffling along on her elbows, with her ass in the air, she brought her face close to her friend's crotch. Janet enjoyed the vision of Alison's neat round buttocks squirming as she moved, the panties stretching so tightly that they seemed like a thin layer of pink paint sprayed on the firm flesh.

"Sexy girl." Janet whispered, her long eyelashes fluttering when she felt hot breath against her inner thighs.

Alison stared at Janet's crotch for a while, her eyes discerning the outlined shape of Janet's vagina through the white panties. Beneath the thin material she saw the faint shadow of her friend's pubic hair, a perfect dark triangle with edges defined by a recent bikini-wax. The vision was so appealing that Alison felt a sudden burning urge to kiss it, so she pouted her lips and placed a small delicate kiss one inch above the slit, feeling the trimmed bristles prickling the tip of her nose through the white cotton.

Janet reacted by moaning softly, her hands crawling onto Alison's head to stroke the blonde ponytail. Alison inhaled her friend's scent, savouring a strong feminine odour that was like and yet unlike her own.

"Did you wear sweaty these panties yesterday?" she asked, in a gently mocking tone.

"Cheeky slut!" hissed Janet, tugging playfully at the ponytail. "Stop teasing."

"It's my revenge," Alison explained, blowing gently on Janet's mound. "Revenge for your jibe about my Barbie underwear."

Janet chuckled, grabbing Alison's head in both hands and pulling her face inwards. Alison gave a muffled giggle, before her tongue poked out to lick up and down Janet's slit. Even through the cotton Janet felt the sensation as intensely as if her cunt was bare, especially when the material became slick with a cocktail of her own juices and Alison's saliva. The blonde girl's tongue worked faster and faster, tracing quick circles around the edge of Janet's swollen labia while darting into the groove between them, pushing the wet gusset deep into the slit. For Alison, the crowning moment came when the tip of her tongue found her friend's stiffening clitoris, a nodule of firm flesh pushing upward beneath the panties. Having discovered it, she diverted all her attention to it, until Janet lay writhing and purring like a kitten.

Boldly, but only after mustering all her courage, Alison wormed a finger along Janet's gusset, exploring beneath her body to where the underwear swept around to her ass. Alison felt an overwhelming curiosity to see Janet's reaction to anal stimulation, so she pressed her fingertip into the cotton at the place where she guessed her friend's rear hole to be located. The guess was accurate, the touch bringing a quivering gasp from Janet.

"Does that feel nice?" asked Alison, briefly withdrawing her mouth from Janet's crotch.

"Amazing," whispered Janet. "It's like a lovely tingling in two places at the same time. Don't stop!"

"I won't," said Alison, quickly resuming her task.

Two minutes passed before Janet surrendered to orgasm, her climax erupting with such vigour that she yelled a muffled shriek into the quilt. Her whole body shuddered, the sensations intensifying when Alison pulled the waistband of the white panties so high and taut that the drenched gusset clasped Janet's cunt like a vice, compressing the sensitive flesh. An exquisite pain shot through her throbbing clit, doubling and trebling the power of the orgasm, making her cry out loudly.

"Hush, baby!" hissed Alison, kissing a trickle of sweat from her friend's taut stomach. "You'll wake everybody up."

As if to prove the point, footsteps sounded in the corridor, followed by an urgent tap on the door.

"You OK, Ali?" a female voice inquired anxiously.

"Yes, I'm fine!" Alison answered, sitting upright suddenly. "Just having a laugh with my drinking buddy from G Block."

The footsteps faded away into a brief silence, which the two girls quickly shattered in a mutual fit of giggling. Janet rolled onto her side, burying her face in the quilt and curling her knees under her chin.

"Shit, that was so embarrassing!" Alison chuckled. "Your scream was so obviously sexual. I should have said I was fucking some guy."

"Or, we could be totally honest," suggested Janet, peering with one hazel eye over the edge of the quilt. Her dark hair hung in a tousled mane around her shoulders and strayed across her face.

"No way!" replied Alison. "I'm not telling anyone about this. People just wouldn't understand."

"It doesn't mean you and me are lesbians or anything," said Janet.

Alison smiled, reaching down to caress her friend's feet and toes. "Maybe that's precisely what it means," she whispered.

THE END

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Friday, April 3, 2015

Mickey looked at the job card in his hand. "So, it's a two room set up yes? Which rooms exactly?"

The middle-aged lady nodded. "The lounge, just through there," she answered, pointing to the door across the hallway "and in my daughter's room, upstairs, first room on the right. I need to get to work but Amy is in her room and if you need anything just shout her. Do you need anything more from me?"

Mickey shook his head. "No, should be fine. Seems like a nice easy job to start the week" he smiled. He picked up his tool case and walked to the lounge. "By the time you get home, you'll have your great satellite TV up and running. Maybe even treat yourself to a nice bottle of wine and a movie tonight Mrs Renshaw."

"Great" she replied, smiling. "I've been meaning to get satellite for ages. Probably won't see much of Amy once she has it in her room but that might be a good thing!" She picked up her bag and keys and headed to the door. "Bye then."

Mickey nodded, waited until she had left then went into the lounge. He was in a good mood. This would be a simple install and he didn't have another appointment until nearly lunchtime so he'd have time to stop off at the nearby shopping centre and have a browse at the new sports shop. He started to unpack the equipment, laying out everything he needed in the methodical fashion he followed for such jobs. His mind wandered to the sports shop. His girlfriend hated the fact he was sports mad and she seemed determined to curtail his passion for football. Maybe a new team shirt would be a devious thing to buy, he grinned to himself.

He was 28, and had played football for over twenty years. Not professionally, or indeed even to a high amateur status, but he loved playing for his local team; the training, the games, the team spirit. Becky wasn't so keen though. He sighed, knowing in his heart that engagement probably wasn't that far off, marriage thereafter...god, even kids perhaps. He could see his football time diminishing before his eyes.

They had been together five years now. It had been fun, no question. But it was getting serious now. He sighed again; maybe this was just how things went.

"Oh well, on with the job" he muttered to himself. The door behind him opened and he turned to see a young girl smiling at him.

"Hey there" she said.

"Oh, hi," he replied, smiling out of politeness and also at the attractiveness of the girl. She was about 5'5" with long, auburn hair that fell over her shoulders. She was wearing jeans and a white tank top that showed off her slender bare arms. He figured she was about 18. "You must be...ummm...Amy yeh?" he asked. She nodded. "So, you are getting satellite in your room huh? Lucky girl."

Amy grinned. "Yeh, been begging for it for, like, ages" she giggled.

Mickey smiled. "Well, I need to go outside now and put up the dish, then I'll do this room and then yours. Within an hour you'll have all the channels you'll ever need."

"Awesome," she replied, beaming a smile. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything."

Mickey nodded. Amy grinned, she bit her lip subtly, flashed him a smile then turned and left the room. He couldn't help but stare at her tight, firm bum, his mind instantly recalling that Becky used to have a bum like that. It was only then he saw the mirror on the other side of the hall and that Amy was grinning at his reflection. He blinked, realised he'd been caught, then quickly turned away to pick up his equipment bag, feeling sheepish and embarrassed.

It took him half an hour to connect the dish to the side of the house. The cabling went without a problem and within another fifteen minutes he'd set up the box in the lounge, tested it and satisfied himself all was working. He prided himself on his professionalism, and was pleased how neat the job was. He gathered his bag and started up the stairs. He wondered if the pretty girl would stay in the room while he connected it, and couldn't help smile at the prospect. Perk of the job he surmised.

He reached the landing, and stepped towards the first door on the right. It was closed, but he could hear music playing. His hands were full with his kit bag and the box for the room, so he pressed against the door, balanced the box on his knee and tapped the door. There was no response so he pushed down the handle and with his foot pushed the door open. "Hey there, it's me" he announced loudly, shifting to get the box back properly into his hands before stepping forward. As he looked up, his eyes widened and he felt his jaw drop in shock.

Amy had turned to face him, her hands covering her naked breasts. Mickey blinked. He saw the white tank top on the floor by his feet. Amy was a few metres beyond him, at the edge of her bed.

"Oh god, sorry" she exclaimed "I...I didn't hear you knock."

"I...I did" he protested, feeling his cheeks redden. "I...I didn't realise you were...you were..." he nodded towards her.

She grinned. "Didn't realise I was getting changed?" she finished his sentence. She giggled. "Bad timing huh?"

Mickey nodded. He realised he was staring at her chest. Her breasts were small enough that her hands covered them, but it was clear they were firm and round. As he lowered his eyes, he took in her slim figure; her just visible rib cage, her tight midriff. He was just thankful she had her jeans on.

"I...I'm really sorry" he mumbled, shuffling his feet. "I'll give you a minute." He looked back at her and tried to compose himself. "I should have shouted or something" he added, forcing a smile to try and diffuse this very uncomfortable situation. He turned to leave the room, but in his hurry felt the box slipping from his grasp. He cursed as he lost his hold on it, clumsily tried to rescue it but proceeded in juggling it with one hand. He let his bag drop and then used his now free left hand to try and hold the box, but fumbled it and then found himself on his knees preventing the expensive box from crashing to the ground.

Amy laughed. "Whoa...you ok there?" she giggled. Mickey looked up at her from his knees, feeling his cheeks flush. "I...yes, yes I'm fine" he stuttered, astonished at how this situation was turning him into a fumbling, mumbling idiot. "I really shouldn't, ummm...try to carry so much," he added, in a tone that to his own ears sounded slightly pathetic.

Amy giggled again. "I'm sorry, you probably weren't expecting me to half undressed huh?"

Mickey looked at her. "Well, no, I certainly wasn't."

She grinned. "You must see all sorts, being in and out of people's houses though, huh?"

Mickey shrugged. "Well, I guess, but never young girls without...ummm...you know...no top on." He knew he must be blushing bright red.

Amy bit her lip. "Oh...just desperate housewives then?" she giggled. Mickey found himself chuckle. He realised he was shocked not just by the fact she was topless, albeit still covering herself with her hands, but that she seemed totally unfazed by the situation.

"Well, to be honest, not really" she replied.

Amy frowned. "Really? I'd have thought bored housewives would love having a fit bloke like you in their house," she said, matter-of-factly.

Mickey grinned. "Fit bloke? That's...ummm...very kind of you." He was shocked by her confidence. He realised he was still on his knees, so he started to raise himself up, holding the box in both hands. He smiled; after all, it was good to think that a teen girl still thought he was attractive. He wondered how he could subtly let Becky know he'd been complimented as such.

He rose to his full height, feeling himself start to relax. Amy was clearly unruffled by the situation, so why should he be? It had been an honest mistake, barging into her room. He would now just gather his things, wait until she was dressed then get on with the job, maybe banking the picture of Amy in his mind for a 'quiet' moment later, and of course be satisfied that he was regarded as 'fit.' He could feel his heart thumping, and a strange nervous twinge in his stomach, but he took a breath as he started to relax. What happened next shocked him to the core though.

Amy stretched out her arms, uncovering her firm 34B breasts. "Want me to take that box, save you from dropping it again?" she said.

Mickey's jaw dropped again. He couldn't help but stare at her naked breasts. "I...ummm...you...I mean...fuck..." was all he could mutter. Amy grinned, her arms still outstretched.

Mickey shuffled his feet, hearing nothing but his heartbeat thumping. "Dont...dont you want...I mean, shouldn't you...you know...c...cover yourself up?" he mumbled, averting his gaze.

"Oh, sorry," she replied, giggling. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" Mickey raised his eyes, concentrating hard on looking at her face, and her face only.

"Well...just...a little" he replied, fully aware he was feeling very uncomfortable. "Aren't...you?" he asked, honestly shocked at how brazen she was being.

Amy shrugged "ummm...not really. You've seen a pair of tits before haven't you?"

Mickey gulped. "Well, of course, but not...you know...like...certainly not a...a young girl like you. Well, not since I was your age anyway."

She laughed. "You haven't seen a pair of tits since you were 18?" she quizzed.

Mickey blinked. "No, that's not what I meant" he retorted. "I mean, I've seen ti...boo...breasts" he stuttered. "My girlfriends," he added meekly.

Amy giggled again. "You're not married then?"

Mickey shook his head. She seemed so cool, so confident. She still had her arms outstretched. Again, he found his gaze was on her breasts. He blinked again. Then inhaled sharply as Amy took a step forward and gently took the box from his hands. She held it at her midriff; her breasts still in plain view, less than a metre in front of him. "How old are you?" she asked.

Mickey took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "What? Oh, I'm 28," he replied.

Amy nodded. "And your girlfriend? How old is she?"

Mickey swallowed, though his mouth was bone dry. "Umm..she's 29. Why do you ask?"

Amy shrugged. "Has she got nice tits?"

Mickey frowned. "Well, I..I guess."

Amy furled her brow, looking at him inquisitively. "You guess?" she quizzed. "She either has or hasn't."

Mickey shook his head "OK, well, yes, she has great...ummmm..."

"Tits," Amy completed his sentence, emphasising the word. "Are they big?"

Mickey blinked again. His mind reeled. Was she really asking him about Becky's tits? He answered her honestly. "Well, yes, they are pretty big. Why, why do you ask?"

Amy shrugged again "No reason." She frowned. "I think mine are a bit small, don't you think?"

Mickey looked at her. She had a genuine expression on her face. He looked at her breasts. They were firm, with small aureolas and pert nipples. He felt himself inhale, then realised his cock was beginning to harden. He swallowed again.

"I...well...no...not really...they look...ummmm fine." Amy frowned. "I mean, amazing...really, they look amazing." He took another deep breath.

Amy smiled, "awww thanks" she said cheerily, then turned and put the box down on her bed.

Mickey found himself looking at her pert bum as she bent over and he shifted uncomfortably as he felt his cock continue to stiffen. "How big are your girlfriends?" she continued, straightening up and turning back to face him. "What size are they?" She had such a genuinely inquisitive expression he couldn't help but answer honestly.

"Ummm, 36C" he answered, averting his gaze again.

"Big" she said "You like big tits then?"

Mickey felt his stomach tingle nervously at her questions. "Well...I suppose so" he answered "but..." he ran his hand through his hair, "look, I really need to get on with this job so..."

Amy looked at him, she bit her lip "So?"

Mickey cleared his throat. "So, maybe you should...you know...cover up and I'll get on with installing your satellite box."

Amy looked at him. Her eyes narrowed. "I was actually getting changed" she said. Her hands moved to the top button of her jeans. Mickey felt everything go into slow motion, and before he could protest, she undid the button.

"W...what are you doing?" he stuttered.

Amy stared straight at him as her hands undid the remaining two buttons. "I'm getting on with getting changed" she grinned, before sliding the jeans down off her hips.

Mickey gasped. His eyes widened as he watched her pull her jeans down, revealing her slender hips, firm, slender thighs then, to his further shock as he realised she wasn't wearing panties and failed to avert his gaze, her perfectly smooth mound. He felt his cock instantly harden. In a fluid movement, she bent down and pulled her jeans off, stepping aside and straightening to stand fully naked in front of him.

Mickey couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Oh fuck" was all he could mutter. Her body was amazing. She was so slim; almost skinny. His eyes took in her lightly tanned, tight skin and the perfect gap at the top of her thighs. He shifted his stance. "Ummm...I...really...work...to do" he mumbled, rooted to the spot.

Amy grinned, and took the two short steps to stand directly in front of him. Her hands suddenly reached out and she placed them on his belt.

"W...what are you doing?" he stammered, feeling his body tensing. She ignored him, and he felt her unbuckling his belt. "Look...I...I've got a girlfriend" he protested, willing himself to take a step backwards.

"So you've said," she grinned, her hands quickly unbuckling the belt and moving to his top button of his trousers. "With massive tits," she added.

Mickey groaned. He wiped his hand across his dry lips and shuffled backwards. Amy frowned. "Oh, is that it? Are my tits not big enough for you?"

Mickey shook his head. "God no" he blurted out. "I mean, no...listen...fuck...you...you are...seriously...well...wow." He winced, realising he probably sounded very lame. "It's just...this..well, this is very...ummm...inappropriate." Lame. "You...you're 18...and...I'm...well, ten years older than you...and...you...you're mum is my customer...and I've got a girlfriend."

Amy just grinned at him as he rambled. "Am I making you really uncomfortable?" she asked.

Mickey nodded.

She shuffled forwards and her hands quickly undid his trouser button before slipping down to the zip. "Am I making you...ummm...hard?" she continued, her voice a whisper.

Mickey gulped. He was fully erect, which she instantly discovered as he felt his zip fully open and her little hand press against the bulge in his boxer shorts. "Oooooh, I am making you hard," she giggled.

Mickey closed his eyes. This was unbelievable. He couldn't believe the situation he was in. He'd been doing this job for five years and never come close to anything like this. In his personal life, he'd never come close to a situation like this. He pictured Becky. That would bring him to his senses. He pictured her face, feeling it would give him the strength to take control, break away from this brazen young girl, politely and maturely sort it out. But the picture of Becky was of her scowling face, the one that went with her demands for him to give up his football, the moaning voice that instructed him not to spend so much time with footy mates.

He gasped as he felt Amy tugging down his boxers shorts, feeling his erect cock springing free. He heard her little giggle as her hand grasped his cock and he heard his own groan as she gently started to stroke it. He opened his eyes and looked down. His cock wasn't huge, maybe six inches fully erect and about an inch and a half in diameter, but it looked big in Amy's little hand.

"This...shouldn't be happening" he said, trying to convince himself to pull himself away.

Amy grinned, then to his further surprise, squatted down. "So tell me to stop," she smiled, looking up at him as he watched his cock being pulled into her open mouth. He groaned as he felt her lips clasp around his shaft. He inhaled sharply as her hand pulled his foreskin back and he felt her tongue flick against his cock head. "Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkk" he exclaimed, knowing he couldn't tell her to stop.

She started to slowly bob her head, her warm mouth gradually engulfing his cock. He realised he was tense; his stomach was churning. She kept moving her mouth up and down his shaft, her hand firmly gripping the base of his cock and tugging gently, her tongue pressed against his head. She started to suck and he involuntarily let out a low moan as the sensation and realisation of the blowjob took over him. He pictured Becky again, that scowling face when he begged her for a blowjob and she refused; the look of disgust on her face on the odd occasion she did treat him and he came in her mouth. He realised he was rocking his hips and he looked down to see that most of his cock was inside Amy's mouth. It felt amazing, and he moaned again "ohhh fuck that's awesome" he gasped, and he saw a small smile curl on the edge of her lips.

He looked away from her, conscious that the vision of this teen girl was so incredible it might take him over the edge. His gaze fell on the full length mirror at the side of her room, and he found himself staring at the reflection of Amy squatted in front of him, hand wanking his cock in her mouth, auburn hair falling over her slender shoulders, those beautiful firm tits, tight stomach, those firm slim legs. Her body was amazing, so firm, so tight, so young. He heard her gag as she took too much of him in her mouth, feeling his cock head touch the back of her throat. He realised he was rocking his hips more vigourously. Her hand was gripping tighter, wanking him rapidly, her head bobbing in time, her cheeks contracting as she sucked him.

"Ohhhh shit," he gasped as he took it all in. 'Don't think about it' he told himself, but still he stared at the mirror. "Oh fuck that's amazing" he groaned. Amy's free hand suddenly clasped his ball sac. He gasped, and as he looked down her eyes met his, sparkling with what he read as naughtiness...that little smile on her lips. Suddenly, he realised he was about to climax.

He groaned, knowing he should pull free, but her mouth was locked on his cock. His brain was scrambled. She'd surely be unimpressed at him cumming so quickly. She was naked...he realised she probably wanted more...she maybe wanted him to fuck her! That thought sent a shockwave through him...oh my god...she wants me to fuck her. 'This little seventeen year old babe wants me to fuck her' he thought. 'And shit...I'm going to cum now.'

Mickey felt his body tense "Shiiit..." he gasped "I...I'm going to cum!" He tried to pull himself free but Amy had a firm grip with her hand and mouth. He looked down at her, and she looked straight back up at him. "Seriously," he panted, "oh fuck...I'm going to cum." He felt himself tighten.

Amy kept her mouth over his cock for a moment longer, then just as he arched his back and released a guttural groan, she pull her head back, freeing his cock from her mouth. Her hand continued to tug on his shaft as Mickey groaned "fuuuuucccckkkkk" and a spurt of cum streaked over her face, a thin rope of sticky cum running from her forehead down over the bridge of her nose and across her lips. He shuddered again and another spurt landed on the top of her head and across her right eye, then another on her cheek. She moved closer and the final spurts of his orgasm landed on her chin and the top of her chest between her tits.

Mickey was panting furiously as she squeezed the final drops out, his cum dripping onto her thighs. "Wow...that was a lot" she giggled, before taking his cock back into her mouth to lick it clean.

Mickey felt like his head was going to explode. He hadn't cum that hard in ages, and Becky most certainly would not have let him spurt over her face. He took a step backwards, feeling his legs shaking as he looked at Amy, squatted in front of him with his cum in her hair, on her brow, eye, cheek, nose and chin. He could see some glistening on her chest and her thighs. "That...that was incredible" he said, wiping his face with his hand. "Fucking incredible. "

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

The story is inspired by something I experienced myself. Working night hours at a classy hotel, I found a pair of sexy red panties hanging on door 146. They smelled wonderful, that mixed smell of feminine perfume and musk. They were still warm when I smelled them, and, fuelled by the mystique, I looked into the matter. A classy business woman had been living in that room for a long time. I saw her several times after this and even served wine to her as room service once. She had another woman there, and, though they acted professional, I sensed a tension in the air (perhaps imaginary). The other woman was also staying at the hotel, and they lingered in my imagination long enough to inspire this story.

I also would like to thank C Lakewood who has helped me smooth out the text and the story. Big thanks to you mate.

I would also like to point out that this is a repost since i posted this on another site back in 2005. But my screen name Kev was too generic and another author that called himself Kev ended up on my page. SecretLace is more attuned to my writing and my fetish so I thought I would find a home here on this fine site.

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HOTEL CHRONICLES: ROOM SERVICE

by

Kev (SecretLace)

It was almost 3 PM. Ellie had stopped the cleaning trolley in order to stock up on fresh towels when something red caught her eye. The something was hanging on the door handle to room 146, and, as she came closer she could see it was a pair of what appeared to be red silk panties.

The room was located in a far end of the hotel so the corridor was empty as she approached the delicate garment. It felt so forbidden that she looked over her shoulder, as if she were a thief, before she reached out and picked them up. Still warm, she noted. She looked over her shoulder again as she held them to her face and inhaled. They smelled of feminine perfume, but with a faint scent of something more carnal. The silk caressed her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. The waistband was a lacy string with rose details, and the shiny material shone in the hallway lights.

Retreating back to the safety of her trolley, she went through the list of guests and found out that a Ms. Rebecca Winters was staying in room 146. She also noted that the woman would be at the hotel for another two weeks, probably a business traveler. It wasn't uncommon for guests to stay as long as a month, so she went back to her chores, putting the delicate panties in her breast pocket.

Later that afternoon, she was reminded of the curious incident. She was passing the reception desk as a raven haired woman was waiting there for service, pink nails drumming impatiently. The reception desk looked empty, so Ellie shyly asked if she could help. The woman looked down on the small Latina maid.

"Yes, I was told a gift was hanging on my door, but, when I arrived there a few minutes ago, I couldn't find anything hanging there. I wonder if one of the maids has picked it up."

It felt more like a statement than a question, and the emerald green eyes felt like lasers as they bored a hole in the now nervous maid. Ellie blushed involuntarily. The lacy knickers in her breast pocket felt hot as she tried to look innocent. The woman studied her for a second before the opened her blood red lips again.

"What is your name, poppet?" She didn't sound as arrogant as she had initially. A sweet but predatory smile spread across her lips, and Ellie felt her face heat up from the humiliation.

"Ellie," she answered softly.

"Thank you, sweetie," the woman said and then left. Ellie was confused. She had been certain that the woman knew of her theft and would tell the manager, but now she wasn't so sure. She stood there for several minutes while her mind worked in overdrive. Ms. Winters had been dressed in a classy black outfit and had looked very professional. But the image of her wearing something slutty like the fiery red panties in Ellie's pocket wouldn't go away. Who had put those sexy panties there...and why? Ms. Winters' expensive fragrance was still hanging in the air when the regular staff returned. Ellie excused herself and went on with her business, trying to leave the scene of the crime as soon as possible.

The following afternoon, she had changed into her pink nylon cleaning smock and was on her way out to start her shift when the supervising maid caught up with her. "A letter came for you this morning, Ellie," she said and gave the maid an envelope of what appeared to be the hotel stationary. Ellie just nodded and hurried on with her trolley. She waited until she reached the far end of the hotel before opening the letter.

It was written in a feminine handwriting and simply said, "Knock on my door at exactly 3 AM sharp. And wear the panties. They will look good on you, my little panty thief." At the bottom of the letter someone wearing pink lipstick had made a kiss-mark. The letter smelled of the same expensive perfume as the woman had worn the day before. Ellie was staggered by both fear and exaltation. She pulled the red garment from her pocket. The small piece of silky fabric looked inviting to the touch, and she found herself again inhaling the quintessence of womanhood. Even though there was no threat, she felt compelled to obey the letter.

It wasn't her night to work, but she knew she could switch with another maid who always wanted to go out with her boyfriend.

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She slipped into the vacant room, locked the door behind her, and pulled the curtains, blocking out the light from city below. The digital clock by the bed read 2:37 AM, and, with trembling hands, she slowly undid the buttons of her smock, shrugged it off, and hung it over a chair.

Ellie stood in only her plain white underwear while studying the red panties. It felt so thin and tiny in her hand. Slowly she stepped out of her own panties and into the others. The lace tickled her as she slid the sexy garment up her bare legs. It settled snugly against her crotch, but felt uncomfortable due to her pubic hair that was now tangled in the lace and silk. She hesitated for a few seconds. It looked awful, and she knew that she had to shave before it would feel comfortable.

As if in a trance, she moved to the bathroom and found the little complimentary shaving kit she had replaced while cleaning the room earlier. She felt her nipples harden as she slid the silk down her legs again. Naked except for her bra, she sat down on the toilet. With nervous hands, she scissored the hair close, washed herself, and began shaving off her precious hair, watching it disappear, leaving a bald slit oozing with arousal. Several times during the process, she had to steady her trembling hand.

Impulsively, she removed the plain bra and caressed her hard nipples. She was immediately rewarded with a jolt of pleasure. Her clit ached for attention, but an accidental glance at her watch snapped her back to reality. Only 2 minutes to go! She stood up quickly and wiped herself before pulling the panties back up. Now they fit her like a second skin, constantly caressing her nude sex with the teasing lace. She buttoned up the smock and exited the room in a hurry. Room 146 was just a few doors down, so she had seconds to spare as she knocked on the door.

At first she heard nothing from inside and felt very awkward standing there in someone else's used panties. Why had she played along? The tingling arousal answered that question. For years, she had secretly dreamed of someone who took command of her and now her dreams were about to come true. At least she hoped so.

At last, the door opened slowly. Ms. Winters looked regal in her long, flowing robe. The yellow light from the hallway gave the ivory white silk robe a magic gleam. Her black hair was mysterious in the low light. "Come in," she purred and moved aside to let the petite Latina enter the warm room. Room 146 was rather large, two rooms and a spacious bath with a luxurious tub that had more knobs and dials than Ellie could count.

She stood hesitantly in the middle of the room and waited for the regal woman to say something. Several candles were already lit, bathing the room in a romantic glow. Ms. Winters circled the maid, studying every curve, before sitting down in the expensive sofa.

"Have you followed my instructions, little one?" she asked, sweetly. She uncrossed her legs, showing wonderfully white skin, as smooth as the silk she wore.

Ellie's mouth felt dry, so she just nodded, her gaze fixed on the beautiful woman's feet...delicate toes with pink polish that gleamed in a mesmerising way. "Well, don't just stand there, tiny, show me." The words both shocked the maid and aroused her.

After this there was no going back. She would be out of a job if anyone found out, so she nervously started to unbutton the smock. She felt very conscious of her own body as she revealed more and more of it to the stranger sitting in the sofa. She also got a kinky thrill in undressing in front of a stranger, a beautiful stranger. Strong tan lines framed her small breasts.

"How I love a girl without a bra. So naughty. So slutty."

Ellie blushed as Ms. Winters commented further on her body. "Those tan lines look wonderful on you, dear. But why go to the beach or tanning salon in a bikini and then go braless at work? The illusion of modesty?"

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The phone rang, waking me from a deep sleep. "Hello?" I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"Im on my way. Be there in 20 minutes"

"Ok." I said, and hung up the phone. Wiping the sleep from eyes, I staggered to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

When I came out, I saw that I still had about five minutes, so I went out to the living room and plopped down on the couch, still nude, to watch TV. I fingered my pussy while I flipped the channels, figuring that would be the extent of my foreplay for the evening. I had actually gotten myself pretty wet by the time the special knock came.

Moving to the door, I opened it to reveal her standing there, wearing an open trench coat, a pair of heels and nothing else. I stared for a moment, drinking in all of her sexiness. "You gonna let me in or what?" she said, impatient as always.

Standing to one side, I welcomed her into my place. I had barely gotten the door closed before she was on me, my back pinned to the wall, her tongue invading my mouth. I returned the kiss with as much passion as I was receiving, only just then realizing how much I'd missed her touch over the past few days. Our rendezvous had become less frequent because of the commitments of her job and family, so I make sure I throw myself fully into every encounter we have. Tonight would be no different.

Pulling her closer to me, I enjoyed the feeling of her breasts pressed against me, the inner part of her thigh rubbing the outer part of mine and the strength of her hands as she gripped my ass. I felt one of her hands leave my butt and, knowing where it was going, I parted my legs to give her easy access. She moaned when she felt the heat from my wet pussy and released our kiss.

Using her tongue, she made a trail from my neck, down between my breasts, across my stomach, through my pubic hair, right to my clit. I jumped when she touched it, not realizing just how sensitive it was. Putting both my legs over her shoulders, she braced me against the wall, and went to work on my pussy.

She had been blessed with an extremely long tongue and had taken great care to learn how to use it well. First she slid it between my lips and I felt its roughness pass over clit and cunt, with the tip lightly touching my asshole. Back and forth she went, from clit to ass, with me riding her tongue to my first orgasm of the night.

Satisfied once again that she could still make me come faster then anyone in the world, she stuck her tongue as deep in my pussy as she could, until I could feel her breathing on my bush. With neck muscles strong from years at the gym, she began to fuck me, as furiously as any dick I'd ever had. Back and forth, in and out, she pounded her face into my soaking wet twat. Within moments, I'd cum again.

Pulling her tongue from my pussy, she licked her juice covered lips slowly, as if tasting me for the first time. Taking my legs from her shoulders, she retraced her route down my body back up to my face. When she got there, she kissed me again, almost as passionately as before. I tasted my sweetness and found myself even more horny, and in need of more. Pushing her down to the floor, I laid her on her back so I could have my fun.

Spreading her legs, I brought myself face to face with her treasure. I took a moment to take in the beautiful aroma you can only get from a pussy in heat. Leaning in closer, I used my tongue to quickly flick her clit, causing her to jump. I did this a few more times, until she popped her head up and screamed "Will you stop fucking around and eat me!?! Damn!"

Smiling, I dipped my head down and started to work on her smoldering cunt. Sucking her clit deeply into my mouth, I started to lick the underside of the head, just behind her piercing where she's the most sensitive. That always drove her wild and tonight was no exception. She went from squirming to wiggling to whole body gyrations in very short time. I rode every movement like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco.

When her moans started to lose some of their volume, I decided to take it to the next level. Sliding two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, I found the rough, ridged area that marked her G-spot. Rubbing it in a circle with a small amount of pressure was enough to send her back to the edge. The room was soon filled with the wet, squishy sounds of my fingers and tongue pleasuring her cunt.

I kept this up for a while, until she started begging for me to make her cum. Knowing that there was one sure way to do so, I began working my hand into her pussy, one finger at a time. Once my hand was fully inside her, I moved my body up the length of hers, until we were face to face. Planting my mouth on hers, I kissed her deeply, feeling the passion and urgency flow from her body to mine.

I positioned myself on top of her, with my hips behind my inserted hand. Slowly I began to fuck her, my hand stretching her twat like her husband's dick could never do. I tried to start slow, but bucked back to me faster and faster, begging me to give hard and rough. Not wanting to disappoint, I pounded myself into her, giving her the thorough fucking she craved. The faster I went, the closer she got to the edge, until finally she came, screaming at the top of her lungs.

She laid there trembling from the aftershocks, as I worked my hand out of her tightening hole. Lying beside her on the floor, I watched as her breathing returned to normal and the flushness left her face. When was back to herself, she opened her eyes, looked up at me and smiled. "Thanks, baby. I needed that." she said. Giving me a quick peck on the lips, she got up and put on her coat. "I'll call you, ok?"

"Ok."

With a smile, she was out the door and gone. I laid there for a moment, wishing things were different, before getting myself up and heading back to bed to give myself one more nut before going back to sleep.

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