The sunlight from a crack between the heavy, room-darkening curtains crept across the pillow and began its rapid ascent up Carmen’s face. As it climbed her cheek, her eye twitched. She groaned then squinted. “Morning already?” She asked stretching and looking for the clock. Nine thirteen.
“Nine thirteen, shit!” She has not begun to pack for her flight home; the breakfast closes at ten and she is a sweaty mess. The TV is still on. She had fallen asleep to some old movie. They must be replaying it because she remembered this spot in the story.
Her iPhone fell out of the pocket when she threw off the robe. “Shit! Is the whole day going to go like this?” She wondered out loud. Then silently her thought continued, “probably not: once I fully wake up.” She put the iPhone on the desk by the tray with the dishes from her late dinner. She smelled the gelled meat juice and her mouth watered. Then she saw the note signed *Eduardo* and something else started to water.
She quickly grabbed her traveling clothes and ran to the bath. She took a short, lukewarm shower just to rinse off. She toweled off then slipped on her maroon Kashmir pullover, dark silk stockings, and camel colored wool skirt and matching jacket. She grabbed her room key and ran for the elevators.
It was 9:22. I had set her usual table with today’s papers, a plate of fruit—strawberries, pineapple, grapefruit sections and melon, a cup of Greek yogurt, a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice and a cup with a carafe of hot coffee. She breezed in, quickly scanned the room then went to the table.
She removed her jacket, folded it and laid it on the empty chair. As she was about to sit, I said, “Please, allow me.” She met my eyes, smiled, and nodded as I helped her scoot the heavy chair across the thick carpet. I placed the napkin in her lap.
Smiling she said, “Thank you. Eduardo, is it?”
“Si, yes. I am Eduardo. At your service.” I poured her coffee and said, “They have taken the hot foods except there may be some oatmeal.” I had never seen her eat any hot foods for breakfast. I was really just looking for an excuse to keep talking with her.
“Thank you, this will be fine. I just hope you won’t run out of coffee. I had a late night and I need to jumpstart my brain for my trip home.”
“Of course. I will start a fresh pot just for you, Miss Carmen.” I frowned a little as I said, “Oh, you are leaving today?”
She smiled slightly and nodded slowly.
“And you return next week?” Her smile disappeared. “In two weeks then? No? When will you return?”
“I don’t really know at this point. It depends on whether my client retains our firm through the due diligence phase,” she said as she took her fork and began picking at her fruit plate.
I walked back into the kitchenette and started the coffee. I thought about how much I enjoyed seeing Carmen each morning these past 3 months. Then how, thanks to Roberto calling in sick, I got the extra room service shift last night and saw so much more.
She had never called me by name before. She knew it was me in her room last night. Was she sending me a signal or just being polite?
I went back into the dining room and emptied the last of the first carafe into her cup. She was reading the *Financial Times* and nibbling at her breakfast. She glanced up and smiled then returned to reading.
At 9:50, I knew we would have no more guests this morning, so I took down the serving dishes and carried them back for washing. I folded the linens looking up occasionally to check on Carmen. I saw her put her coffee cup back in the saucer, look at me, then look at the kitchen. I nodded. On my way to the kitchen, I grabbed a tub of dishes. I backed through the door and set the tub on the counter.
Just as my hand was about to grip the handle of the coffee pot, I saw a hand in my peripheral vision moving the same direction. Then I felt a light pressure on either side of my spine in the middle of my back and pressure on my buttocks: her hips, I presume.
Carmen had followed me with her coffee cup, which she was setting on the counter with her left hand. She made no attempt to avoid contact as she did so.
She grabbed my hand and pulled it away from the coffee pot, stepped back slightly and spun me so I was facing her. She was looking up at me with hungry eyes. Her nipples were poking at the tight fabric of her pullover and her left hand was now exploring the tightening fabric or my pants. “Do you like me, Eduardo?”
“Of course, you are a very nice guest. You always smile when you come and go and leave a nice tip.”
“Do you think that is what I am talking about? Pleasantries? I saw you last night. Yes, you did all the things a good room service does, except you stayed.” She slid her hand in my waistband and found my hard cock. “What is this, Eduardo? What is going on here?” She said as she gave a playful smile and firm squeeze. “Don’t move.”
She pulled out her hand and stepped away. I thought maybe she was going to tell management and have me fired. But she didn’t leave the kitchen. First she locked the door to the hallway then she locked the door between the kitchen and dining room. She opened the faucets, turned on the exhaust fan, and started the dishwasher.
She crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom of her pullover. In one motion it was off and her glorious breasts called my eyes. She had hoped for that reaction. “Now Senõr, show me how much you like me,” she said as she pulled my pants to the floor. “Nice! You know, you could have had me last night, why didn’t you?”
She was holding my balls, one in each hand, squeezing them firmly. I was in such a delicate position, what could I say. Her eyes stayed locked on mine. She was insistent, but not in a hurry for an answer. She kissed the tip of my cock then licked the frenulum and around the corona. He responded with a little twitch that seemed to make her happy.
“Eduardo, please, I know you are a little shy. Please tell me why you didn’t take me last night.” She took both balls in her left hand, put her right hand around my shaft, and drew my cock into her mouth as much as she could take. She began rhythmically bobbing and massaging. Slowly at first then quite fast. And she abruptly stopped.
She took her hands off my genitals, sat up and pushed up my tunic and started kissing my belly. She moved her hands lightly up and down my legs, around my buttocks, and all over my torso. She was talking quietly, reflectively, to my belly, “I had the most incredible orgasm with you there watching me last night, anticipating your touch. But your touch never came. Why, Eduardo?” She made eye contact and said, “Or should I say, ‘Why not?’ Don’t you like me?”
“I like you, Miss Carmen.”
“Really? You aren’t just saying this because I have you trapped here?” She said with a playful smile.
“Really, yes. I promise”
“Good. I’m glad. Would you like to touch me, Eduardo?” she said as she arose, took my right hand and pulled it to her beast. “Touch me. It’s okay, I want you to.” I cupped it lightly, still nervous about what to expect.
With her right hand, she began stroking me. She held my cock with her fingers on the bottom and her thumb on top. She moved slowly, grasping lightly near my belly and loosening until she made almost no contact as she reached the tip and released. After each stroke she would start anew with her thumb at my pubic hair and her index finger touching my scrotum. She repeated this ten, maybe fifteen times then stopped when she noticed a drop of sticky precum emerge at the red tip of my penis.
She held my hand firm to her beast and looked in my eyes. I squeezed slowly and she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. As I increased the pressure and pinched her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, she bit her lower lip and lightly moaned.
“Yes, Eduardo! Your hands are so strong. Do you want me?” she said as she again looked into my eyes and resumed the slow stroking. I silently nodded, my voice was caught in my throat.
She increased her speed and the pressure as she pulled another fifteen strokes and stopped. The drop of precum was growing and about to drip to the floor, but Carmen saw it and caught it with her finger. She brought her finger to her lips, parted them and let her tongue touch the sticky droplet. “I like the taste of you, Eduardo. Would you like to taste me?” Still without my voice; again, I nodded.
She grinned broadly as she took my hand from her breast and guided it under her skirt. I felt the heat increasing as my hand neared her pussy. I remember seeing her caressing it just 12 hours prior. I split my fingers as she had. My index and third fingers on the outside while my middle finger found the hot, wet center. “Mmmm, that’s perfect she said,” again leaning back and closing her eyes to savor the moment.
She moved my hand for me tantalizing slowly. I could feel her dripping wetness and the hard hot nub of her clit. She rocked her pelvis and maintained the pressure keeping my hand just where she wanted it. After a few minutes, she reached behind me with her free hand and hugged me as she squeezed her thighs and let out a guttural moan.
She withdrew my hand and raised it up between us. I could smell that sensual aroma on my fingers. Our eyes met and I nodded again as I began to pull our hands toward my mouth. Carmen smiled and nodded expectantly. I brought my wet fingers to my mouth and licked them. I kept my eyes on her as I deliberately licked them clean and pronounced, “I like the taste of you, Carmen.” She wrapped both arms around my waist and hugged me tightly.
“I have now had two amazing orgasms with you near. May I have the pleasure of giving you one, Eduardo?” She was sinking to her knees and didn’t seem to expect me to say ‘no’. “Be a dear and hold my hair back for me, please,” she said just before sucking my balls into her mouth.
She began by pressing them with her tongue and rolling them from side to side. I moaned. Then she took my cock in her hand. This time, her thumb was toward the tip and on the bottom with her fingers curled over the top. She squeezed my cock and pressed the frenulum with her thumb as she sucked hard on my scrotum and pulled down and away. The pressure was incredible; there was no escape.
She continued pulling her mouth away and allowed my balls to fall free. She kept her firm grip on my penis as she leaned back and watched my scrotum find a more relaxed bed for my testicles. After they had floated back, she took her free hand and pressed up to tease them into movement. When they cooperated, she cupped them then massaged them. Slowly and lightly then more quickly and vigorously.
She lightened her grip on my cock and maneuvered him into her mouth. At first, she mostly teased with her tongue, but eventually she began bobbing as she matched the cadence of the testicle massage.
I could feel the pressure building. Instinctively I began thrusting and Carmen’s eyes met mine for the first time since she knelt before me. I could see her thinking about managing my release. She let her hand off my balls and touched her breasts as if asking if that’s where I should cum. I nodded.
She grabbed my balls again squeezed my cock hard and leaned back. The first drops of ejaculate found her lips as she pulled her mouth away. Then she furiously stroked five times, then let him go. She gave my balls a series of incredible squeezes forcing my throbbing cock to send load after load of hot thick semen across her chest.
She leaned back, drawing lazy circles in the goo and watching as the throbbing cock slowly returned to a slightly thicker state of semi-arousal.
I continued leaning against the counter, exhausted, but never letting my eyes leave this amazing treasure. She licked her lips to retrieve the errant drops and said, “You taste so good. Do you think that coffee is still fresh?”
I looked at the wall clock, 10:30. “Yes, it should be fine,” I said as I took down a fresh cup and twisted to my left to reach the coffee pot. I handed the steaming cup to Carmen and bent forward to pull up my pants. She sat there on her knees, eyes closed, smiling and sipping the hot brew.
With my ankles free of my pants, I am now able to move about. I stepped to the sink and adjusted the water temperature. I wet a towel and knelt beside Carmen and began wiping my milky mess off her chest. She grabbed my hand and stopped it over her beast then took hold of my collar and pulled me close. She leaned forward, kissed me, then whispered, “Thank you for all you have done for me.”
I finished washing her chest. As she dressed, I finished cleaning the kitchen. I unlocked the door to the dining room and made sure it was empty before holding the door for Carmen. She took the last sips of her coffee, handed me her cup and went to her table to collect her jacket and the papers she would read on her flight home.
As she got to the door she turned toward me and raised her hand to her lips. She kissed her fingertips and waved to me. “Thank you,” she mouthed.
“Good bye, Miss Carmen. Have a safe flight, please come again soon.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/aw5lkj/eduardos_tip_part_2_of_the_carmen_adventures