Room Service

"318...317...316. There it is," I said to the hotel room door as I unlocked it and dragged my bags into the room. It was a fairly nice room, probably identical to the rest of the rooms on this floor. I'd never been to this particular hotel before. In fact, I had never heard of this hotel before. I couldn't even remember the name of the hotel. It was probably written on the keychain, but that was in my pocket, and my hands were busy hanging up my jacket. Whatever the name was, it seemed nice, and the price wasn't that bad. It was more expensive than I was used to, but the location was right, so I decided to stay here on a random impulse.

"Anything interesting?" I asked the cardboard placard on top of the tv. Turning it, I scanned the listings and found that Lethal Weapon would be playing on HBO in a half hour, followed by a comedy special. "Sounds great. Two movies and a good relaxing nap is just what I need. No, what I need right now is to take a nice, hot shower before those movies start, and to stop talking to this empty room."

I laughed at myself as I walked (all of three steps) to the dressing area outside the bathroom. I pulled my t-shirt up over my head and dropped it on the floor at my feet. While I worked at my belt, I kicked off my shoes. I stared blankly at the mirror over the sink as I unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper, and dropped them to my ankles and kicked them off. Finally, I pulled my underpants down, let them drop down to my feet, and pulled my socks off as I stepped out of them.

'I've never been in a hotel room alone, before,' I thought to myself, instead of telling the wall. 'It feels different. It's kinda weird. It's probably not as much fun.'

The bathroom door was ajar, so I pushed it open, imitating one of those electronic car voices, "A door is a jar...A door is a jar." I was still laughing at my poor joke when I found the light switch. Going to the bathtub/shower, I noticed that it had the standard knob. I closed the curtain, pulled the knob all the way out, and turned it to a warm setting. When I had it at just the right temperature, I swung the curtain temporarily out of the way and stepped in over the edge of the bathtub. As soon as the curtain swung back into place behind me, I realized that I had forgotten to get the soap from the sink.

Fortunately, upon peeking out from the side of the curtain, I found another bar of complimentary soap and some shampoo on the back of the toilet, well within reach. I grabbed the soap and shampoo and proceeded to get myself thoroughly wet. "Why do they have to use these wrappers?" I complained, peeling the waxed paper off the wet bar of soap and throwing it around the curtain at the garbage can.

I rubbed the bar of soap between my hands, then ran it up and down my arms, over my chest, and around to my back. 'I wonder how old I'll be when I won't be able to do this any more,' I thought, rubbing the bar of soap between my shoulderblades. I worked down my back and around to my crotch. I lathered up my pubic hair and rubbed the lather around my balls and over my limp dick. 'Too bad I'm alone in here.' I moved the soap around to my ass and down my legs, turning back and forth to keep the part I was trying to get soapy from being under the water.

Having finished with the soap, I put it down on the funky looking flat protrusion I assumed was there for that purpose. As I started rinsing myself off, I thought back to the last time I took a shower in mixed company. Just as I was remembering soaping my girlfriend's breasts, I heard a female voice in the outer room.

"Room service," she announced. I liked her voice, deep and soft and sweet. It was a sexy voice. But it was coming from right outside the open door to the bathroom. I froze.

"Room service," she repeated, even closer, but still outside the open door.

"I'm in the shower." How's that for an intelligent acknowledgement?

"I can tell. That's probably why you didn't hear me knock."

"I didn't order room service."

"I know. It's complimentary. Comes with the room." Was her voice even huskier? It was closer. Why was she in the room?

"Well, okay."

"Do you want to have your room service wait out there..." I heard the curtain rustle behind me as her voice got even closer. "...or do you want it in here?" I turned and looked at the side of the curtain. Between the back wall of the shower stall and the curtain, resting on the edge of the tub, was a very well formed, bare foreleg.

"Uh...," was my well thought-out reply.

"Would this help you decide?" The small, tan foot slid along the back ledge of the bathtub, more of the gorgeous leg following it into the shower stall. It stopped when the curtain was still covering the upper thigh. The leg was very evenly tanned, very nicely shaped, and apparently strong. Like a dancer's leg.

"Please, come on in and join me," I answered, pretending to have finally recovered and gotten at least a tenuous grasp on the situation. I was still trying to guess who this woman was, why she was in my bathroom, and why her leg was in my shower. But at least I sounded like I had some idea what was going on.

When she slowly slid the rest of her body around the edge of the curtain, just as bare, tan, and perfectly formed as the leg, I stopped wondering and just stared, speechless. Her hand moved gracefully up to my chin to remind me to pick up my jaw and reattach it to my skull.

My eyes followed the lines of the slender arm down to the rounded shoulder, up the thin neck to the soft, oval face. My mysterious partner had light brown eyes, full lips, a small nose, thin eyebrows, long, wavy, light brown hair, and the most beautiful devilish grin I'd seen in a long time. Her eyes left my face, scanning down my body, appraising her victim. I looked down, too, at the round, firm, high breasts, slightly larger than I usually like, which isn't much of a flaw. The tight belly, thin waist, small bush of dark pubic hair, wider hips, and long legs. Then I noticed something else coming into view as I looked down at her legs. My cock was rapidly growing and straightening. I looked up and saw that she was staring at it.

"That never fails to amaze me. I love the way they do that." Her hand slowly reached out and wrapped gently around my stiffening cock. There was still some soap left unrinsed on it, making it just a little slippery. "Already lubricated, are you?" Her hand began to slip up and down my slick, rigid cock. I reached my hands up and began to fondle her breasts.

She moved closer to me, still holding my shaft in her hand, and pressed her lithe, naked body against me. My hands slid from her breasts, down her sides, to cup her firm buttocks. She rubbed her body against mine, still lubricated with soap. Letting go of my cock, she wrapped her arms around my waist and grabbed my ass, pulling me tight against her. She started to grind her hips against mine, rubbing her mound against the base of my cock. I could feel her nipples stiffening as they pressed against my bare chest.

Then I remembered the bar of soap and let go of her tight ass to retrieve it. I began to rub the soap around her back until there was enough lather, then I put the soap back on the miniature shelf and started rubbing the lather around her back, down her lower back, and over her buttocks.

While I petted her backside, this gorgeous woman, whose name I didn't even know, molded her front against mine, and ran her hands expertly up my spine, across my shoulders, down my back, and over my buttocks.

My soapy hands moved around the sides of her ass, up along her hips, and slid between us to caress her tight belly. I left a trail of slick lather as my fingers skipped up along her ribs to her breasts. She clasped her hands behind my back, still pressing her groin against mine, and leaned back. Her head tilted back with her long, light brown hair flowing behind her in the air currents of the shower. Her soft, firm breasts felt wonderful under my palms, even though they were just a little too large to fit comfortably in my hands. I caressed her breasts for a while, enjoying the feel of the soft, smooth, soap-covered flesh. Then I began teasing her nipples. I ran my fingers over first one nipple, then the other, then around in circles.

While I continued to stroke her breasts and tickle, pinch, and gently pull at her nipples, she spoke. "Ooh, you're good at that. That feels really good." And she began to melt against me.

I slid my hands around her chest, under her arms, and across her back to hold her against me again. Her lubricated torso felt so sensuous against my bare chest. She brought her head back up, and our lips met. Then our lips parted, and her tongue slid into my mouth. I caressed her tongue with mine as our slippery bodies ground against each other.

She then wrapped her arms around my back, held my shoulders, and pulled herself up against me until my penis slid between her legs. I felt her pubic hair against mine and my hard cock pressing against her hot pussy. She wiggled her legs a little until my cock was between her pussy lips. Then, with a slight moan, she lowered herself again, feeling my penis slide up her slit. We began rocking gently, both of us loving the feeling of my big, stiff cock sliding up and down her hot, wet slit.

After a long few seconds of teasing ourselves that way, she leaned back, moved her legs around mine, and looked into my eyes as I slowly slid into her. We both sighed in pleasure as my cock penetrated all the way into her cunt. I moved my hands down to hold her ass, and she brought her legs up around my waist, so that I was supporting her weight with my penis still deep inside her.

Afraid of slipping, especially with two writhing, soapy bodies to balance, I knelt, still holding her, still relishing the exquisite feeling of the soft, wet pressure of her cunt around my cock. Leaning back on my knees, I lifted her until I was only barely inside her, then gently lowered her again, softly moaning as I penetrated her again.

I lifted her again, but this time she helped, using the leverage of her thighs wrapped around my waist. When she was almost off of me, she started pulling her body back down onto my cock, hard. Taking the hint, I began to thrust my hips up with her, then pull back and let her fall back onto me.

The shower was spraying over the back of my head and onto her chest, stimulating her nipples and rinsing her chest. Still rhythmically thrusting myself into her, I bent my head forward and grasped one of her nipples between my lips. I let the shower continue to spray onto her right breast while I sucked on the left nipple. I could tell that she was getting close, but I wasn't, so I gripped her ass tighter, holding her in place while I continued to thrust up into her. The change was enough to slow her down a little. To make up for it, I began pulling alternately at both of her nipples with my lips, flicking them with my tongue, and gently nipping at them with my teeth.

Then the exquisite feeling my cock was enjoying got even better. She had started squeezing me with her cunt as I withdrew, then relaxing as I thrust back in. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. My lips let go of her breasts as I looked up into her eyes. She was grinning down at me, but the look in her eyes was pure lust. She leaned back a little more and looked down. I looked, too. I saw my hard cock disappearing into her pink cunt and reappearing again as I pulled out. Our wet pubic hair was flattened enough to see almost all of it. I had never seen or felt anything so erotic in my life. I could hear the sound of my cock slipping in and out of her even over the shower.

Then I knew that I was almost there. I looked up again, and her grin was gone. It was replaced with the expression of utter rapture that preceeds an intense orgasm. I began thrusting even harder, and I felt her cunt stop its rhythmic squeezing and begin pulsing randomly. Her expression changed to pure bliss as she climaxed. Seeing, feeling, and hearing her come sent me over the edge. I thrust myself even harder into her a few more times as I hit my own climax. In the midst of the most unbelievably amazing joy, I pulled her tight against me as I orgasmed inside her, filling her still spasming cunt with my cum.

When our orgasms had passed, I leaned forward and gently laid her down on the floor of the bathtub and laid down there, on top of her, my slowly softening penis still deep inside her. We lay there for a long while, holding each other in the afterglow.

"I don't even know your name." I finally realized.

"I'm Kelly," she laughed. What a beautiful laugh. "But wasn't it amazing? I always wanted to seduce a complete stranger like that."

"Yes, it was amazing. But we're not strangers any more. My name is Jason."

"Pleased to meet you," she laughed again.

I laughed, too.

We got to know each other a lot better in the following week.