She had shifted a bit to the left, still bent over, smoothing out another section of the bed cover as I approached. Touching her lower back again to signal that I was passing behind her, she remained bent over but had stopped her actions and was now leaning on her hands. I pressed a little harder against her butt this time as I pretended to squeeze by. My movement behind her had been brief, but had her body pushed back against me? I was not sure, but she had made no attempt to evade my touch either time, which gave me something to wonder about later that evening.
Opening the door to leave, I looked back to see that she was now sitting on the bed with a flustered look on her face, waving her hand at herself as if that were going to cool her off. I didn’t know exactly what she was feeling, but it appeared that she might have liked what she saw — and felt. That gave me an idea. As I was pulling the door shut behind me, I turned and said, “Hope you have a great day, Sofia. Maybe I will see you tomorrow at the same time.” She said something, but the door clicked shut behind me, cutting off her reply.
As the elevator doors were closing, I thought about how exciting it had been to start off my week getting caught naked. It was something that I had never expected or experienced before. There were a lot of thoughts tumbling around in my head on the elevator ride down. What had she felt when I pressed myself against her? Had she gotten aroused from seeing me naked? Would I remain Sofia’s little secret, or would I become a topic of gossip among the hotel maids? Maybe Sofia would show up for another peek tomorrow or maybe one of the other maids would work my room in hopes of getting a look. How interesting would this week get, I wondered? Little did I know.
On my cab ride over to my first meeting of the day, I started to sort out my impressions of Sofia. She was about five foot three, with a light brown complexion. I chuckled to myself, remembering that there’d been some extra red when I had left, especially around her cheeks. Straight dark hair with some brown highlights had been pulled back into a cute ponytail which had hung down several inches past her shoulders. She had pretty deep brown eyes and full, kissable lips. Thinking of the lines on her face and her figure, I guessed her to be in her mid-40’s, about ten years younger than me. She had been wearing a black, one-piece dress with a button-down front that had reached just above her knees. It had a scooped neckline, showing just enough cleavage to let you know something was there, but not enough to be considered sexy, which seemed proper for a housekeeping uniform. The dress hadn’t been form-fitting, but it had showed enough shape to reveal that she had an inward curve to her waist. Her probable C cup breasts had nicely filled out the top. Overall, I thought she was an attractive woman, moving towards the plumper side but not there yet.
My cab arrived at my first destination, so the rest of the day and into the evening revolved around work. It was not until later that night that my thoughts turned towards Sofia again. Lying in bed, I wondered what she really thought about seeing me naked, and of course I speculated in return what she might look like naked. As I replayed everything in my head, I began to contemplate that the reason she never averted her eyes was that the sight of me naked was feeding a sexual hunger that her inner inhibitions were trying to deny. I had to laugh at myself at that point, because I realized that catching a man naked in his room was probably a routine thing for hotel maids. I’d been just another hazard of the job. Though I was most likely already forgotten, she wasn’t. The sight of her bent over the bed was still active in my imagination, and I let my fantasy play out in my head.
I started to play the ‘what-if’ game. Remembering how the black dress was stretched tight over the curve of butt, ‘what-if,’ I had stopped and pressed my hard cock tight up against her? ‘What-if,’ with my cock snuggled, against her butt, I had reached around, and cupped her ample breasts in my hands? A stirring within my underwear began as I imagined her swaying those hips back and forth to better nestle my turgid shaft between her ass cheeks. It was not long before the head of my dick emerged from underneath the waist band of my underwear as I envisioned the softness of her breasts under my caressing fingers. I heard her moan, only to realize it had come from my own lips as I’d thought about her grinding back against me while my hands slid inside her dress to search out her hard nipples.
I had fully aroused myself by this time, so I pushed the covers back and slid my hand inside of my underwear. My fingers wrapped around my throbbing member and stroked a few times before I realized I needed some lubricant. I got out of bed and grabbed the little bottle of hand lotion from the bathroom. I skimmed my underwear off, squirted some lotion onto my cock, and began to stroke it as my fantasy continued, with her looking over her shoulder at me and breathlessly saying, “Put it in me.”
I pictured pushing her dress up over her hips and seeing a large, dark spot on the crotch of her panties, proving to me that she was ready for me to enter her. I speculated about what her pussy would look like when I pulled her panties down to clear the way to fuck her. As I entered her in my thoughts, I squeezed my pinkie around the head of my cock and pushed it into my hollow fist to simulate the feeling of thrusting my cock inside of her. My fingers were firmly encircling my hardness as they glided up and down the slippery shaft. I told myself that that was what it would feel like to have the walls of her pussy tight around my cock.
My imagination and my hand were in sync. Every time I thrust into her; my hand stroked my cock. It did not take long to hear her imaginary moans matching my real ones as I got closer and closer. The sound of my stroking fingers filled in for the sound of my hips slapping against her ass as I fantasized about pounding her from behind. When I imagined her back arching and pushing back against me in an orgasm, I felt that wonderful release and a warm load of cum fountain onto my belly. My cock spasmed a couple more times, pushing out a few more spurts of cum as a feeling of contentment spread across my body.
I laid there a few minutes catching my breath before wiping the puddle of cum off my belly, thinking I would much rather be wiping it off Sofia’s. I then slowly drifted off to sleep, wondering if Sofia had had a matching fantasy of me tonight that had guided her hand between her legs.
The next morning, I followed the same routine and stepped out of the shower at about 8:30 a.m. There had been no knock on the door, so I dragged out getting dressed as long as I could, but unfortunately the knock never came. I figured it was fun while it lasted, but I still felt disappointed as I gathered my things and headed out the door. It would have been fun to tease her and get her flustered again.