[As an interesting exercise, I thought I’d rewrite my previous story “Room 33” from the perspective of the other character. So the ‘events’ are true-to-life, but some licence has been applied. Feedback appreciated in comment or PM.]
Every Thursday afternoon after I left college, if I wasn’t working I used to meet up with my best friend Claire to go swimming and then have a couple of drinks at the bar on the town square for a catch up. We’d talk about everything: work, food, pop music, and obviously sometimes relationships. She’d been going out with Tom for a while and they were always arguing. I’d try to take her mind off him. Some weeks we’d go back to mine, get dressed up and go clubbing, even if I had work in the morning. I’d recently started a job at a new hotel that was opening, and one of the perks was that we had a room next to reception and the noisy front door that was always set as out of order so we could crash there if we needed. The guys who worked the night shift were cool with people dropping in at any time so I used to go straight there if I’d been out and then I wouldn’t be late for the early shift. I kept a spare uniform in my locker just in case.
This one week, Claire and Tom had a mega bust-up and it was definitely a clubbing week. We needed to go and dance, so I put on one of my favourite little black dresses and the dark red lippy, Claire borrowed a dress from me and we walked over to The Owl. We were fairly early and the dance floor only had a few early birds so I bought us a couple of my favourite Smirnoff Ice and we sat down to wait until more people arrived, still catching up. After a while Claire fetched another round but as she returned to the table she looked up.
“Oh no, you’re kidding…” Claire was looking over my shoulder towards the entrance.
I turned, and Tom was standing by the cloakroom, with another girl. She flew over to confront him, and after a quick exchange the bouncer helped him decide to leave. Claire was in floods of tears as she came back to our table. “That was the bitch he works with, I bloody knew it…”
For the next couple of hours, in spite of the club getting busier and louder, I sat with her as she sobbed on my shoulder, going over all his bad behaviour. It was guys like him who made me nervous about letting my guard down: I loved dancing with boys at the club but struggled to trust them enough to get any closer. Eventually, still fairly early and without having danced, we left: I gave Claire a big hug as she hopped in a taxi home, then walked off towards mine only a few minutes away. I decided to drop in at the hotel where I knew Marco would be on the night shift.
“Ooh, that’s nice.” I slipped off my strappy shoes and felt the cool marble floor of the lobby underfoot as I walked in the front door, shortly after midnight. Marco was in the bar, cashing up. I perched on a bar stool and dropped my clutch bag on the bar, breathing a long comfortable sigh.
“Hey Marco.”
Marco smiled. He was slightly older than me, with some Italian heritage giving him darker skin but no accent. Cute guy. He quoted something from a film I’d never heard of.
“You what?” I replied.
“Film quote. Casablanca. “Of all the gin-joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.” Never mind… what’s up?”
“Oh, funny. Anyway, not much. Was looking forward to dancing with boys at The Owl, but Claire and her fella had a bust-up and I’ve spent most of the night with her crying on me. What a write-off, I’ve only had a couple of drinks all night!”
I must have sounded disappointed as he leaned over, picked a Smirnoff Ice out of the fridge under the bar, popped the top and slid it my way. It was colder than the ones from the club, really refreshing.
“Anyway, Tom turned up at The Owl with some girl from his work, the cheeky bastard.”
He wasn’t really listening but it was good to unload how the evening had gone. Finishing the bottle I absent-mindedly started peeling off the label, then blushed as I remembered what people said about being sexually frustrated. I knew I was, it had been a while, but people didn’t need to know my business. Marco noticed the empty bottle and replaced it with another, just as two guys I hadn’t noticed sitting over in the corner got up to go back to their rooms.
“When are you going to bring your girlfriend out to meet us anyway?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know.” He seemed a little evasive. “I haven’t seen her for a few days.”
“Aww, you should come. It’d be fun. Next Thursday? If your girlfriend doesn’t want to come then I’ll hook you up with Claire.”
“I’ll see. Anyway, I need to put this money in the safe, do you want me to do a key card for your room?”
“Of course!” I smiled. It was a running joke in the team that Room 33 was ‘my room’: I think I probably crashed there more often than anyone else. Marco smiled back at me, he had nice brown eyes. Good lips too. Hold on, Mindy, what are you thinking?
When he returned from the back office I leaned over the bar to peck him on the cheek – he smelled good, something warm and woody – then hopped off the bar stool and made my way off to the room with my drink, wishing him a good night as I left. I knew he’d be watching so as I walked I swayed my hips extra, held my shoes and the drink up in the air, laughing to myself.
In the room, I picked up the TV remote and flopped on the bed, flipping to the crappy music channel we always put on the bar TV at night and finishing my drink. After a couple of minutes I figured I should get out of my dress to be more comfortable, but as I reached behind me the zip puller came off in my hand. I wriggled a bit, but the dress fit closely around my boobs and hips. A lot of swimming had my body in good shape, but now I had a problem. I picked up the phone.
“Hey, er, it’s me, Mindy. I’m kind of stuck. Can you come and help?”
“Stuck?”
“Yeah, er… the zip, it won’t undo. On my dress.” OK, so not the full story, but…
“Ha, sure, give me a minute.”
“And… bring another Ice? I’ll put the money in the till tomorrow.”
A couple of minutes later there was a tap at the door.
“There you are. Look at this!” Handing him the zip puller I stepped back into the room and he closed it behind him.
“Well, that’s broken. But it’s your lucky day – I’ve got a paperclip.” I looked confused, but did as I was told when he asked me to turn around, and allowed him to lift my soft brown hair off my bare shoulders. The touch of his warm hand made me shiver briefly and my pussy tingled a little. It really had been a while, and I could smell his scent again, yes, very nice. Could I trust him? After a clipping noise and a little push, he eased the zip down to the bottom. To my bottom, in fact: I was glad I’d put on nice matching underwear earlier! They weren’t anything special, just white lacy ones, and I turned around quickly, smiling in embarrassment. As I turned, my hip brushed against his hands and the dress fell down around my ankles. I giggled nervously as he instinctively looked me up and down.
“Oi, saucy!”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that. Nice undies by the way, suit you. Anyway, Mindy, I…”
“Thanks – and thanks for the clip trick, I’ll remember that.” I stepped out of the dress and leaned forward to give him another quick thank you kiss: feeling a little bolder (or perhaps it was the drinks) I aimed for his lips. They were warm, full, but as I made contact with his lips, my lace-covered hips brushed against the cheap polyester trousers they gave the guys as a uniform and I felt a bulge in his groin. I giggled again, but I think my face gave me away.
“Oh, enjoying your view are you?”
“Sorry – can you blame me?” His hands were resting on my bottom, his warm fingers just lightly stroking my skin. My pussy was really starting to tingle now at being so close to him, but from the conversations I’d had with the other girls I knew he was a good guy and wouldn’t make a move. I could sense he was a little nervous; he was on shift after all, and would need to get back. Finding some courage, I broke the pause.
“Perhaps I should thank you properly.”
Picking up the bottle he’d brought in with him, I quickly dropped down and sat on the end of the bed, pulling at the waistband of his trousers to unhook them and sliding them down. His bulge was clearly being restricted by his boxers, and as my hands stroked along the outside of them I could feel the warmth of it pressing against the fabric.
“Oooh, well hello… who knew?” I murmured.
I couldn’t wait and after only a few seconds pulled the waistband of his boxers down and let his cock bounce out – not the biggest I’d ever seen, six inches maybe, but straight, good girth and a nice round uncut head. I leaned back on the bed and took a deep breath, folding my fingers around his shaft and slowly stroking up and down. A nice cock. A nice guy. Is this what I needed? He was clearly enjoying himself, I smiled widely looking at its shiny head, as a glistening bead of pre-cum appeared on it.
My long legs wrapped around the back of his, holding him to the edge of the bed as I stroked him and watched his eyes drinking in the scene. By now my puffy pink nipples were poking into the lace of my bra, and I could feel a damp warmth spreading from my pussy lips. He took a drink from my bottle of Ice: naughty, as we weren’t supposed to drink on shift, but I guess it was to settle his nerves. Not a bad idea; I took the bottle from him and raised my head to empty it, pushing my boobs outwards and arching my back, knowing he’d enjoy the view. I tossed the empty bottle on the floor and, still holding a bit of the drink in my mouth, dipped my head and delicately licked the end of his cock with the tip of my tongue. Always a strange sensation: I made a little circle around the smooth, warm dome, still tasting my drink more than anything. He shivered slightly and let out a quiet moan.
“Everything OK?” I asked.
“Are you kidding?” he replied. “Don’t stop…”
No going back now, I was ready. I opened my mouth wide, stuck my tongue out a little and slid my lips down his cock, all the way, until I felt him touch the back of my throat. He gasped in surprise, as guys usually did when I showed off my party trick. I remembered how much I loved feeling the warmth of a hard cock in my mouth, feeling every little twitch and hearing the guy groan because of what I was doing. I took it slowly, alternating between sliding it in and out making a swallowing sensation, and flicking my tongue on the underside of his cock head. Delicious. Soon enough he couldn’t take any more.
“Mindy…” he murmured. “I’m…”
I released him from my mouth, trailing my tongue along it as I looked up at his face with a big happy smile. “Well I said I should thank you properly! You do need to get back to work though…”
At this he let out a long low groan at my teasing. “Oh, I’m pretty sure everything will be fine for a few more minutes?”
I laughed, and once again licked playfully at the oozing end of his cock. “I guess so… hey, I’m not on shift tonight so it’s not my problem.” There was something I needed from him first however. No going back. I pushed him back a little and stood up again, pressing my tits into his chest, knowing he’d feel my hard nipples against him. Softly, I whispered in his ear. “Perhaps you could continue helping me undress?”
It’s strange how when you suck a guy’s cock they suddenly become more ‘manly’: Marco now seemed very happy to accept my invitation. Grasping my bum firmly with one hand, his cock pressing against my thigh, with his other hand he reached around and unclipped my bra in one movement. I couldn’t help but be impressed at the move, but I felt safe with him. He bent his head and planted a row of kisses in a line down the centre of my chest, down into my cleavage as he slid the straps down my arms. I caught another hint of his scent as he dropped the bra on the floor and moved his mouth over to first one nipple, then the other, flicking and tickling the tips with his tongue, blowing gently on them as they stood up proudly, making me shiver with pleasure.
“Well, that’s not the first time you’ve done that is it?” I purred.
“Got to have a party trick, right? Think I’ve already experienced yours.”
Rumbled, I laughed. “Well, a girl needs skills. Anyway, sit down.” I swivelled him round so he could sit on the bed.
Dropping onto the end, he quickly slipped off his shirt and shoes. I stood in front of him, pushing my tits into his face, enjoying the sensation of his slightly rough cheeks and wet tongue on my warm smooth skin. Damn, what was he doing to my nipples? It was like they were directly linked by electricity to my pussy. His hands smoothed up and down the outside of my firm thighs, then slowly up the inside. Was he patient, or still nervous? After a minute or two I felt him run a finger along the outside of my panties and I could feel by how easily it slipped along the lace, how much my pussy had soaked them with my juices.
“Let me taste you?” Patient it was, then.
“I don’t really like it – not tonight.” Not quite the full truth – I did like it – but in spite of everything, I wasn’t quite ready for that. Instead, I put her hands on his shoulders, climbed onto the bed kneeling over him, gently shoving him back with my naked breasts and sliding my still lace-covered pussy down into his lap. So much wetness down there, I started rubbing my pussy lips against his cock with small circular movements to stimulate my clitoris, like I’d rub against a pillow at home when it got too much. He didn’t complain, and as his stiff cock became coated in my wetness his hands ran all over me. Grasping at my bum sometimes, he certainly enjoyed that, or cupping my boobs so he could rub his face into them, as I held him in close.
After a little while I realised that we were perfectly framed in the mirror to the left of me: my round bum grinding against him, my back arching and my tits either standing proud in the low light or surrounding his face. I breathed deeply, cooing and whimpering under my breath and the warmth in my pussy built up further and further. After a while, he noticed what I was doing and his cock became even harder underneath me. The ‘good guy’ started encouraging me. Telling me how beautiful I looked and encouraging me to let myself go.
“Watch yourself riding that hard cock. You look so fucking hot… I can smell your hot pussy from here… I can feel your slippery pussy on my cock.”
Suddenly my thighs tensed, and with my clit throbbing I yelped quietly and ground my hips as hard onto his cock as I could, holding tight onto his chest as I collapsed forwards and onto the bed to one side of him.
I don’t know how long we laid there, my pussy pulsating and oozing wetness while he stroked my back and my hair. My hand landed on his cock and I idly traced up and down it with a fingertip. After a while I came to my senses. “Oh my god! You’re supposed to be working!”
“Yeah… about that…” he smiled. “Prefer this though. You’re so fucking hot.”
Even in my blissful state I cringed. “You’re going to have to get back to it…”
Looking at his watch, he sighed and sat up. “Ugh. You’re right.”
“…You’re not going anywhere until you’ve had your turn though.” My hand was still on his cock, and I gave it a quick squeeze.
He lay back down.
“Mindy, it’s OK…”
“Shush.”
Once again I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock as I slid down the bed. I couldn’t leave Marco as frustrated as I had been, and I had to feel his cock in my mouth again. To begin with I simply licked up and down it, cleaning off my own sweet juices, then spent a little time circling its smooth head with my tongue while gripping the base firmly, flicking the ridge under the end from time to time. To my satisfaction (but not surprise), in no time he was rock hard again, the ridges of the veins on his shaft standing proudly as I rolled my fingers up and down. My boobs pressed against his thighs, my hair trailed lightly against his hip, and my warm mouth licked persistently on his cock, giving him my full attention. It was my turn to encourage him.
“You’re going to come in my mouth this time.”
*Lick.*
“I want to taste your fucking cum.”
*Lick.*
“I want your cum down my throat.”
A long lick from his balls up to the tip.
“Come for me, Marco.”
I could tell he wouldn’t be long, and soon he started breathing harder, his cock straining against my tight grip, and through gritted teeth he panted “Ready?”. Once again I plunged his cock as deep into my throat as I could and closed my eyes, feeling his hand on the side of my head and his hips jerk as he came several large bursts, flooding my mouth with his cum.
Like a good girl I stayed there until the pulses subsided, swallowing carefully, then licked his cock clean while giggling to myself, then climbed back onto the bed. “Can’t have us needing to change the sheets now, can we? Anyway you – go and get breakfast ready. Get out of here!” I jokingly pushed him off the bed, pulling the duvet over me and watched him put his crumpled uniform back on.
“See you at 7 then?” he smiled.
I gave him my biggest smile back. “Yeah. Get us a coffee ready?”
*****
The sound of the front door next to the room woke me up just before 7am. Realising where I was, I wrapped myself in a big towel, grabbed my broken little black dress and slipped around the corner to the staff changing rooms to grab my spare uniform. I splashed some water on my face and in my hair and towelled it off, then made my way to the back office. I could smell that Marco had made coffee. He was a good guy.
Julie was in already for the morning shift, chatting with Marco about something. She was like a big sister to us all, and knew I often went out on Thursdays. She smiled at me. “Oh hello, Mindy, good night was it?”
I grinned back at them both. “Yeah, not bad. Got what I needed.”
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