Author: very_norty_boy

Inga The Switch [FM][18+]

[Part ‘something’ of some recollections forming a sort of series, based back in the late 90s.

For anyone trying to keep up: I’m Marco, and in stories so far I’ve been intimate with three of my female colleagues; Mindy on her own, Mindy and Julie at the same time, and most recently and surprisingly Inga, our 30-or-so, tall, blonde Norwegian. I’m still not really sure how this came about (other than a willingness to go with the flow) and if it sounds like it could become complicated, you’re not wrong.

It’s occurred to me that the last time Inga appeared before the previous story, I was intimidated by her but in that story I was suddenly happy to be (lightly) dominating her, which doesn’t really follow. Sometimes there are conversations between people – or about them – that aren’t part of “a story”. I do try and make them flow, but that’s how it goes.

Let’s continue. This one’s quite long, again. Feedback always welcome.]

Inga and I weren’t planned to be working together for some time. About two weeks later however, we were both on for what promised to be a busy night shift with a large wedding party in the hotel. Read more »

Quiet Night Shift with Inga [MF]

[It’s been a while since I wrote something I was happy enough with, but here’s another instalment of adventures from the hotel I worked at in the late 90s – take a look at my other posts. Names and some other details changed for obvious reasons. I realised that, by coincidence, my stories so far have mostly had the woman taking the lead, so here’s a different one. It’s long, as always, but I promise it does get fun. Feedback always welcome.]

It was a cold weekday night in late January and the hotel was quiet. Only a few guests were in and everyone had gone up to their rooms, so around midnight I decided to close the bar and cash up. In the office, Inga the tall Norwegian was reading through some training materials after a recent promotion to deputy manager. It was her turn to share the night shift, though on quiet nights like this there was no need for two people at all, so I left her to it. Read more »

Afternoon Delight [MF]

The phone buzzed quietly on my desk with a text from Lucy.

“Hey Marco. Are you working from home tomorrow?”

“Hey Lucy, how are you? No plans, why?”

“Got a meeting in the morning near your place. Could do with finding some wifi before I head home.”

“Sure, I’ll WFH then. You’re welcome to drop in whenever.”

As it turned out, her meeting was scheduled to take until lunchtime, so we arranged to meet for lunch in a coffee shop on the high street. My day was quiet so I decided to swing by the gym for an hour first, but I lost track of time and didn’t have time to shower, just splashed some water over my face and then headed to the coffee shop in joggers, hoodie and trainers. I guessed turning up like that meant Lucy would take the piss out of me for looking like a chav, but I was looking forward to seeing her again. Read more »

The Morning After Salsa Night [MF][21]

[Part 2 of the Elle series, following ‘Salsa Night in Paris’. Feedback is always appreciated.]

A shaft of bright late-morning sunshine fell on my face through a crack in the curtains gently woke me and brought the events of the night before flooding back. The funny, long, sexy, heavy night at the bar, the beautiful sunrise, and Elle. She was still there, little spooning, breathing softly as in her sleep as her long blonde hair cascaded over the pillow, holding onto my hand with my right arm underneath her.

Inevitably, I had to piss and for that I would need to free my arm. Drawing her hair back gently, I kissed the back of her shoulder, disturbing her sweet dreams.

“Ohhh, you bastard.”

“Good morning to you too, beautiful.”

Extracting my arm, I rolled out of the bed and headed towards my room’s ensuite. “Another coffee?”

“Please. The other one seems to have gone cold.” Read more »

Salsa Night in Paris [MF][21][Long]

[Part 1. Quite long. Feedback is always appreciated.]

In the early 2000s I was living in Paris on a placement year from my university course, an English guy working for a French tech company. I’d found accommodation in a self-contained little room in a sort of student village, with a cool mix of other English people either studying or working, young French people drawn to Paris from all over the country, and Erasmus programme students from all over Europe. Every weekend people would group up and do interesting cultural things like visiting museums, the latest hipster restaurant, or cheap dive bars.

So when Elle moved in, it was decided a welcoming night out was essential. We made quite a group when, with a few pre-drinks inside us already, half a dozen English girls, me, and a selection of Greek, Spanish and French girls and guys jumped on the Metro to visit a little restaurant in the 6th arrondissement someone had heard about. We crammed into one end of the restaurant, elbows banging against each other at the tiny tables, and ate and drank and laughed until late. Read more »

Big Night Out, part 3 [MFF][18+][Long]

[Third and last part of this mini series, about a night out with some team-mates from when I worked in a hotel. See my post history for previous. Comments are always appreciated.]

Pale early morning sunlight was filtering past the curtains as I woke up, stretched out on the sofa in the hotel room. Feeling a tingling sensation, I looked down to see Mindy kneeling by the side of the sofa, tickling the tip of my cock with her tongue: it seemed somehow she’d managed to ease it out from the front of my boxers without waking me. Her soft brown hair cascaded over her tanned naked shoulders; the curve of her naked back led down to her slightly lighter-skinned naked arse.

“Good morning.” she smiled.

“Well hello.” I croaked. It had been a long night, we’d drunk a lot, and the room was hot and stuffy. I reached down and laid a hand gently on her cheek, pulling her up for a kiss. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you Marco. You look cute when you’re asleep, but we need to get up.” Read more »

Big Night Out part 2 [MF][Long]

[Second part of this story, first part [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lprezj/big_night_out_part_1_mflong/). This will probably be long too. Feedback always appreciated.]

Julie stuck a hand out and grabbed my passing leg. “Oh hey, dirty boy… did you think I wouldn’t hear you both…?”

I jumped. “Julie! I’m so sorry, we thought you were asleep.”

“Well I was until I heard someone moaning from in there. First I thought maybe one of you was unwell, but then I listened a bit closer and figured you were just fine.” She winked. “So then, Mindy, anything you need to tell me?”

In the other bed, Mindy giggled, pulled the duvet up around her and leant on one elbow. “Er… not really…?”

“From what I heard, he’s not so innocent, hey? Are you two… together?”

The room was only dimly lit but I could see Mindy’s bright smile. She didn’t say anything though, leaving it to me.

“I should be so lucky, she’s a stunner isn’t she? No, she just… came to check on me in the shower.”

Mindy giggled again. “You should see his knob though, Julie. Bet you it’s bigger than you think.” Read more »

Big Night Out part 1 [MF][18+][Long]

[Second story in a sort of series. Long, but she wasn’t complaining. Feedback always appreciated by comment or PM.]

I walked into the back office of the hotel where I worked, at the start of a night shift. Some of the girls were laughing before I reached the door, and it turned out they were planning a team party. Well, perhaps not a party exactly: just a night out for the team in the big town half an hour away. As I showed up they were discussing getting hotel rooms and who would have to share with whom. Mindy, just at the end of her late shift, was perched on one of the desks with her feet on a swivel chair. She always made our cheap uniform look good, and the navy pencil skirt fitted her legs perfectly.

“Well, would you want to share with me?” she demanded.

“Er, I mean… sure. If you can be trusted?” As far as I knew, the rest of the team weren’t aware of our playtime a few weeks previously; we hadn’t done anything since despite being on shift together for a couple of nights, and even though I’d broken up with my sort-of girlfriend and Mindy now enjoyed the ability to make me lose my train of thought just by looking at me and licking her lips, I didn’t want to spoil things by making a wrong move. Read more »

Got What I Needed [FM][Long][Workplace][Female perspective]

[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. Read more »

Room 33 [MF][Str8][First Person][Workplace][Long]

[First attempt at a story. Feedback appreciated.]

Like many other people in the UK of the late 90s, I took a year out before starting university. Found myself a job at a new budget hotel which was opening in the next town; we were a small team of a dozen or so, mostly young, and we all got on pretty well. After a couple of months I switched to work the night shifts, it was a little more money but also more varied as sometimes you’d not see a soul and at other times you’d have a party in the bar until the small hours.

One of the benefits of everyone getting on is that we made a few of our own house rules. For instance, there was one room – Room 33 – which was always set to ‘out of order’ in the system unless we were really full: it was right next to reception and the automatic doors, so could be a little noisy, but there was nothing wrong with it otherwise. Some of the girls who usually worked the day shifts would sometimes have a quick snooze in there during the night if it was quiet, and occasionally one of the team would drop in after a night out on the town to sleep it off, especially if they were on the early shift the next morning. Read more »