1 comments/ 21512 views/ 1 favorites Hotel Mary By: cybaby78 This is for the person who wanted the name Mary in a story. You will have to give me your email address sometime. * I work at a hotel, small but clean, we get lots of summer traffic but in the winter things slow down, that is how the business is. My name is Sara and I work the midnight to 8 am shift as the night Auditor. It gives me my days to myself and many nights it is so slow I lock the door and take a nap so I have plenty of rest if I want to stay up all day. I'm a petite brunette, not a girl the guys go for, being small I also have small breast. I don't use a lot of make up and working nights I don't hit the bar scene or the partygoers scene. That leaves me to my own devices when I get the urge for self-abuse or gratification. I guess that's why when this girl checked in and asked me about the local action I couldn't give her any details, only where and what time they were open. Her name was Mary Sellers, she was in her late twenties, 5 '7" and about 130 pounds. Like me she didn't wear a lot of make up, her hair was worn in a ponytail and she was dressed in jeans and a pull over. Thinking back I guess small minded people would think of her as a dyke or lesbian. Around one AM I heard a car pull in and looked out to see Mary getting out of a car with two guys. They seem to be laughing and the way they were walking they appeared to have had too much to drink. About thirty minutes later a call came in from Mary's room, she wanted to know if I could bring her some extra towels. Since it was a slow night and it was late I told her I'd bring them to her room, usually the guest have to come to the desk to get these things. So I locked the door and put up the message to ring the bell or call our number to gain entrance, then went to deliver the towels. Before I knocked on her door I could hear them laughing and Mary was giggling about something one of the men had said. I thought how fortunate that I had placed her in a room away from other guest so that their noise wasn't going to disturb anyone. At my knock the door swung open and one of the men stood there in his under shorts holding a bottle o beer. I could see the other on the bed with Mary both of them were semi nude. Jake, the guy at the door, bowed and begged me to come on in and join the fun. I offered him the towels but he took my arm instead. As I was pulled into the room, Jake closed the door and took the towels. He asked me what my name was and when I told him he introduced himself and his friend Jason. I wasn't sure what to do; guest before had propositioned me but I was always at the desk and had the counter between us. It was Mary who did the asking this time. Her plea was "Honey I'm not sure I can handle both these young studs, how about helping me out?" Maybe I should have said no and politely excused myself, but the sight of Mary in Bra and Panties, and Jason with his shorts made taught by the swollen cock in them and Jake standing there looking at me with his eyes undressing me, well I couldn't help myself. I went to the bathroom and put the towels on the rack and then joined the party. The room had two beds, and Jake led me to the empty one. He told me, " Well little darling someone here is wearing too much clothes, why don't I help you get comfortable." Before he could get started I jumped on the bed and told him to sit back and relax and enjoy the show. I started to sway with them music playing on the radio unbuttoning my blouse one button at a time. When it was all undone I slowly pulled off my shoulders and arms then threw it at Jake, who howled. Mary and Jason were whistling and clapping to urge me on put I didn't need any encourage meant. Something had come over me and I was feeling naughty. When my bra felt Jake crawled on the bed and grabbed me around the waist pulling me to him so, he could get his mouth on my tits. I let him kiss them and lick them as I swayed to the music. I was finished yet so I pushed him aside when I was ready to go on. I un hooked my skirt and slowly let it slide down my legs, then I bent over and kissed Jake as I slide my panties down. Jake could wait no longer. He pulled me down and buried his face between my thighs, his tongue found my pussy. I squirmed and heaved as he licked and probed me with his tongue. I had heard about it but this was my first time having my pussy ate. I held Jakes head against me not wanting him to stop. Mean while on the other bed Mary and Jason had removed the rest of their clothes and were fondling each other. Mary had Jason's cock in her hand and was jerking him off as Jason had his face buried in her breast, sucking each nipple in turn. Jake brought me back to my own pleasures. Jake had removes his shorts and his big swollen cock was throbbing between my legs as he held my legs apart and crawled close and I took his cock and guided it to my waiting wet pussy. When he entered me I let out a noise of half groan half moan. Jake pressed my legs back over my head and began pumping his cock deep in and out. It had been a long time since I had been fucked and the feeling was sending me over the edge quick. I had a quick orgasm and then a big one. Jake had been drinking too much and so his cock wasn't about to go off quick. I was happy to oblige when he pulled out and turned my over. I got up on my knees and he entered me from behind, I swear his cock went deeper inside me than before and now he had my hips and was thrusting against me harder and harder. On the other bed, Jason and Mary were doing the 69. Mary was sucking his big cock with long draws as she took the big cock deep in her throat, pulling it out and licking it and then licking his balls. Jason was giving her pussy a tongue lashing as well and fingering her pussy with three fingers. Between gulps on his cock Mary would let out her own groans and moans of pleasure. Mary broke the rhythm first; breaking free and made Jason lay back on the bed as she climbed on him. She guided his big throbbing cock into her pussy and then she began to rock up and down on his cock while he played with her tits. Her pleasure must have increased because she was making more noise now. Jake was slowing his thrusting and I knew he was about to fill me with cum. I was ready to go myself and squeezed his cock as much as I could which pleased him. He was telling me he was going to blow and then he did. His cock shot my pussy full of cum, the hot sticky cum seeping out and running down my leg. When he finished he fell back on the bed spent for the time being. I got off the bed and went to clean up. I returned in time to watch as Jason pulled out of Mary and shot his cum load on Mary's belly and up to her tits as Mary pulled on it to get the last drops out. She took her finger and wiped some of the cum off and licked her fingers smiling. Then she too went to clean up. I was still supposed to be working but when Jake offered me a cold beer I took it and drank half the bottle in one gulp. Fucking made me thirsty. We all sat around drinking a beer for a few minutes and nothing was said about what had just happened. No one made a move to get dressed. Mary grabbed two beers and signaled me to follow her to the bathroom. "Thanks for joining in I wasn't sure but you looked like you could use some fun," she told me. "But really I was hoping for more." "You have such nice round tits and that pussy just begs to be licked." Then Mary put her bottle down and got behind me and began messaging my tits as she rubbed her pussy on my ass. I had never been with a woman before but for some reason I didn't mind it. In fact when she sat me on the closed toilet seat and spread my legs I was more than a willing partner. I held my legs in the air as she began tonguing me and fingering my hot wet pussy. She knew what she was doing and I found I enjoyed it, as she knew I wanted my clit rubbed as she pressed on it and worried it as she sucked on my pussy until I had a big orgasm. "What did you think of that?' she asked as she broke free. I was panting from the exertion and she knew the answer already. "I'll let you know when my pussy stops throbbing" I told her. I would get ever with her later. When we came back into the room the boys had switched beds. Jake spoke up" hey darling how's about you girls sucking a couple of big cocks, I'll even put a little beer on mine." I looked at Mary and giggled and then Jumped on the bed with Jason and grabbed his cock. He laid back and I began my sucking and Mary was doing the same on the other bed. Mary and I seemed to be in a contest as we kept looking over at each other to see what we were each doing. The men were oohing and ahhing with each stroke, I could stand it no more and climbed on Jason's cock. I slide down on his big cock taking the big thick shaft the full length into my pussy. With my hands on his chest I began rising and falling with Jason's hands on my ass cheeks helping me go up and down. Mary had joined the action in the same way and now it was a race to see who got who off first. That big cock of Jason's got me off more than once before he finally made noises like it was time to let go. I climbed off and grabbed his cock and jerked it and sucked it alternately until he exploded a big load of cum on my face and down my throat. With cum drizzling down our chins Mary and I smiled at each other. The men were now spent and it was time to send them home. They didn't bother to shower they just wiped themselves off and got dressed. Offered to do it again sometime when ever we were ready then left. Mary and I went to the showers. The warm water cascaded over us washing the sweat and cum of the men off. I washed Mary's back and then reached around and washed her tits and belly. Mary leaned back against me and my hand slide down to her pussy and I washed it or rubbed it. Mary moaned at my touch and I slide down in the shower and turned her to face me as I parted her legs and slide my hand over her pussy and her clit. My mouth covered her pussy as the water washed over me. I licked her lips and fingered her deeply as she moaned with the touch. When I felt her tense up I knew she had her orgasm so I took one more lick and stood to face her, "MMM that was nice, we well have to do this again some time. Now I have to get back to work." I dressed and left with a promise of the future. I hope it was going to be the near future. Hotel Massage I have to share what happened to me a couple of weeks ago. I am still amazed. First a little background. I am in sales and twice a year I go to Seattle (I am from the East Coast) and work the territory. I have been doing this for several years and believe it or not since I stay in the same luxury hotel every time, the staff remembers me. It helps that I am considerate and tip well, I suppose. Anyway, the last several trips I have brought my girl friend and we have spent a day or two sightseeing. For the last trip her schedule conflicted and she could not come. We have been seeing each other for a couple of years, both of us divorced from one previous marriage and we get along very well. I would not say it is an exclusive relationship but we rarely do go out with others. Our sex life is good although probably in a bit of a rut, as long time lovers often do. So the last trip my flight was delayed, all the new regulations and fewer flights, well if you travel you know what I am talking about and my flight sat on the runway for a couple of hours as a mechanical problem was fixed. Add that to the almost six hour flight and my body was exhausted by the time we landed, which was late at night as well. When I got to the hotel after finally retrieving my bags from a later flight (oh did I forget to mention my bags did not make the same flight!) the lobby was deserted and when I walked in I remembered the desk clerk from last trip. His name was Dave and he was always very helpful. He got me all checked in and he had saved me a very nice room overlooking the water with an incredible view. We chatted and he asked why I was alone, he remembered my girlfriend from previous trips. When I explained her conflict, he said that was a shame. And I replied that it really was because I was in desperate need of a great massage. My back was killing me. And I felt miserable. He looked around a little sheepishly and then said in a low voice that he had a good friend who was an excellent masseuse. Kidding, I said "And his name is Igor, right?" Dave answered, "Actually her name is Elizabeth". I was not sure about this and questioned him more. He said that he was sure I would have no complaints and if I did, he offered to reimburse me the cost of the massage. I thought he was kidding, but no he was serious. He told me that Elizabeth had taken a number of years at massage school and was earning a good living with many repeat customers. He said, that the only reason he even mentioned it was because she was in the hotel right now giving another guest a massage and they had been talking just a little while ago. I finally agreed (I think it was my back talking) and Dave said he would send her up later. I got up to the room and unpacked. Quite a bit of time went by and I figured that perhaps it was just as well that she had not come, as I was not really too sure about this. A few moments later there was a knock at the door and I looked out to see a woman, so I opened the door and I was a little taken aback. Thinking back on that moment I am not sure what I was expecting but this was not it. Elizabeth asked if I still wanted a massage and apologized for the lateness of the hour. I asked her into the room. As she walked in, she told me that she usually did not give massages this late at night, however, Dave had told her of my experience with the flight and he told her what a great customer and person I was. I assured her that indeed I still wanted the massage (although my mind was thinking – what am I doing!) Let me explain. You probably are thinking that into my room walked a young blonde bombshell with a 38-24-36 figure and dressed only in a miniskirt with her tits hanging out of an open blouse. Perhaps that was what I had imagined as any red-blooded male might. Not at all! Elizabeth was almost as old as me; she did have long dark hair and was quite plump. There was nothing sexy about her. Okay maybe her boobs were sexy as they were rather large but the rest of her did not bring the word sexy to mind. She stepped into the living room and looked back at me – perhaps wondering what I was thinking. Perhaps I was wondering what I was thinking. At least if she had been a blonde bombshell I would have jumped at the chance. "I charge $100 and we go as long as you need to be massaged", she spoke. She set her bag down, - yes, it was then I noticed for the first time this large duffel bag she was carrying. "And if you want to tip me" she added, " I would not turn it down. So, are you ready? Or not?" Oh what the heck I thought, my back was sore, what could it hurt and anyway Dave pretty much guaranteed my enjoyment. "Sure" I replied, "My back is quite sore". "We'll fix that and more", she said. "Now while I get the room ready, you go take a long hot shower and come back here in ten minutes." I can do that, I thought and off I went. As I stood under the hot water, I heard her say at the door, "Lather up really well and get very clean". Weird, I thought to myself; well let's see how this goes. When I walked out- the living room had been completely changed. The furniture had been moved to the outside walls and a blanket with a sheet was spread out on the floor. She had a small boom box with some soft classical music playing as background. There were candles lit without any overhead lights so the room was nicely dim and incense was burning and the room smelled incredible. She was wearing a gown and looked quite relaxed waiting for me. She pointed to the sheet, "Take off your robe and lay on your stomach". I hesitated at the thought of being naked in front of her, and she looked at me realizing my thoughts, answered, "I can take care of your body's needs better when I can work directly on your skin". Okay I thought and I lay down. She laid her hands on my back, motionless. Okay I thought – my idea of massages involved moving one's hands. And still she was motionless. This seemed to go on. She lifted one hand and took a bottle of warm oil, which she must have warmed when I was in the shower, and let a few drops fall on my back. The feeling of warmth permeated my entire back. And still she did not move her other hand. Then she repeated and more drops fell on me, yet in a different spot. This was repeated several times until my entire back had been covered in the warm oil. She then moved her hand slowly rubbing in the oil and spreading it all over my back. For a second her hands were gone and then both were stroking me hard, working the muscles and suddenly I realized just how good this felt. It was then she moved from my side and sat on my back. And it was at that moment I realized that what I was feeling on my back was not cotton, was not wool or any other clothing but her naked skin. She was crouched on me with her butt on mine and her legs on either side of my body touching the entire length and she was pushing from her heels into her arms and into her hands onto my back. This went on for some time as she was moving her bottom on mine as she was pushing her palms into my back. I did not know whether to feel aroused as my ass was feeling all sorts of tingling sensations from her body. Then she lifted off of me, and I was very sad and she worked my legs. Up and down both legs. More oil was poured onto me. Her hands felt magical as if they were dancing along my body. My next shock came as her hands grazed my balls. As she worked the tops of my thighs quickly her hands came in contact with my balls and her fingernails lightly grazed them as her hands shifted to the other leg. Back and forth her hands went. Back and forth her fingernails went and each time ever so softly my balls were caressed. Then her hands moved to my ass and she pressed hard circling and rubbing me. More oil was poured onto me. The oil dripped down my ass crack and slid all over me I had lost track of time. It could have been five minutes. It could have been two hours. I really was in heaven. My body was in that fine space between sexual arousal and sensual pleasure. Every time she took me to the sexual side of the line, she withdrew and took me back to the sensual experience. After my ass had been rubbed for some time, her hands again dipped at the tops of my thighs and again my balls were teased ever so lightly. Again this went on forever it seemed. At some point I realized she had stopped rubbing me. More oil was poured over me, over my back, over my ass, over my legs. There was a brief pause and then she lay on top of me, her body draped over mine. I could feel her enormous breasts sliding in the oil as she slid herself over me with little movements. I felt her body sliding over mine. I was going nuts with desire. She was taking me into the land of sexual tension far away from a standard massage. Her tits were rubbing my ass, my legs. She turned around so her bottom was over my shoulders and her tits were pressed into my ass and her face – oh her face – her tongue was licking me, licking the tops of my legs making circles on that part of my skin where my balls attach – that sensitive spot which was screaming to me in pleasure. And still she had not touched my penis; she had not done anything really overtly sexual with me, yet. I cannot say how long she licked me. What I know is at one point she stopped rolled off me and asked me if I was enjoying myself. I just moaned loudly as a response – words did not come. I lay there in total ecstasy. If the massage had ended then, I would have been fulfilled. She told me to roll over. As I did I saw her nudity for the first time and realized her enormous breasts were quite beautiful. Her nipples were huge – I don't think I have ever seen nipples that large and big – oh man they were just begging to be sucked. And the rest of her tits were not just large but full and round and did I mention very large? I think I was staring at her tits (okay I admit it – I love breasts), when she moved closer and offered me a breast. I reached out with one hand and slowly felt all around her soft firm flesh. I reached out with the other hand and together both hands did not cover her one breast. I squeezed her breast and then lightly stroked her nipple. Again I squeezed her breast and again stroked her huge nipple. I don't think in all my years I have ever made love to a woman with the size of Elizabeth's breasts and her nipples. All of a sudden I couldn't get enough and I pushed her onto her back and thrust my face, and head in between her tits and held onto them with my hands and squeezed them on either side of my face. Her hands pulled my head further into her tit flesh and we lay there – the two of us holding her breasts to my face. I moved slightly and stuck out my tongue tracing her nipple and then began to suck, to bite and to fondle her. She just pulled me tighter into her. Her breasts were obviously major pleasure centers for her. Elizabeth arched her back to push those enormous breasts into me, and I realized her hands had let go of my head. One was traveling down my body a heat-seeking missile aimed at my rock hard penis. The other I could not tell at first as my hands and head were fairly busy, but I sensed that hand was aimed at her own pleasure center. Her one hand meanwhile was stroking my tip, fingernails sending all kinds of signals to my brain. I was biting and sucking those nipples, which miraculously seemed to get bigger the more I sucked on them. And longer and fatter and soon her entire body was arching up throbbing with pleasure. One of my hands descended down her stomach and found her hand with several fingers jammed into her pussy. I tore myself away from those massive tits and slid down her body until I found what I was looking for and with my hands scooping up her plentiful ass; I separated her legs and dove into that sweet pussy. I kissed her fingers, which had not left her pussy and slid over them to her clitoris which was as hard as my dick and sticking way out talking to me and telling me to come and get it. How could I resist? My tongue lashed out and upon the first touch Elizabeth's entire body convulsed in a spasm of pure pleasure and she drew in her breath sharply. I did not stop there and continued my assault flicking my tongue over her skin, puling her entire being into my face. She was crying in pleasure, desperate for more. As I thought she might have had enough, I began to pull away, only to hear" No, don't you dare, don't stop, don't you dare stop, keep it commmmmmminnnnnnnng" as her breath drew in again. I kept licking her and her fingers were flying in and out of her pussy. Her juices were coating her hand and her entire bottom. My saliva was mixing with her pussy juice to make a delicious cocktail. All I could think was to give her back the pleasure she had given me and I licked harder. My hands holding her ass up in the air to give me a better angle to lick were now coated in our juice and as my fingers were grabbing and squeezing her ample flesh, one of my fingers soaked with oil and saliva and her own juice slid into her ass. I hadn't meant to go there – but when I entered her tightness and slid past the muscle she let out a long low guttural moan indicating her approval. I began to slide my finger in and out and then pushed in a second finger and then my other hand joined in rubbing her entire bottom. As I looked to see her face, I realized her other hand was twisting and lifting one of her breasts and she had her nipple to her mouth sucking and biting and licking herself. About now my tongue was getting tired, yet every time I began to pull away she shook all over and cried for me not to leave her. And then she began to thrash and wail, her entire body welling up with from her head to her toes, and she went completely stiff and then completely limp. She stopped moving. At first I thought she had fainted, instead she was laying there in complete enjoyment of all her senses. I sat back to look at her, her body was flushed and her breasts rose and fell with her breath. Imagine my surprise, when I noticed that Dave was standing only a few feet away from Elizabeth with his zipper open and jacking himself. He was also hard as a rock and lust was dripping from him, literally. Elizabeth saw him then too, and rolled over onto her hands and knees as he approached her and fed her his cock, which she gulped into her mouth swallowing him all the way into her throat. Her ass was waving at me. And what an ass she had, yes it was big, but so big and firm and bouncing – it was irresistible. My dick also was rock hard – it had been hard this whole time waiting patiently its turn. And now its turn had come. I grabbed her ass cheeks and tilted her pelvis up slightly and sunk my hardness into her pussy. She was so wet I hit her bottom on the first thrust. Soon Dave and I had a rhythm going, he thrust into her mouth, which pushed her back onto my cock, and then I thrust into her, which pushed her mouth deeper on his dick. Back and forth we went. He was pulling on her tits and using them for leverage. I was harder then I can ever remember and was so turned on I was longer and thicker, too. Then I noticed her ass. It was winking at me. Now I am not usually an ass man, and rarely have I ever fucked a woman in her ass but if there was ever a time and a place it was tonight. I slid out on one of Dave's thrusts and went against her little wet rosebud. And pushed. She was so wet and I was so hard, I slipped past the muscle and plopped inside her. She screamed. As much as she could with a hard cock in her mouth. I really could not tell if it was in pain or pleasure. And I have to admit part of me did not care. She was so tight and the pressure on my dick felt so damn good. I have never felt a pussy like that. I began to thrust hard against her big butt and remembering something I read once or maybe saw in a porn flick, reached around and grabbed her clit and began rubbing. Her clit was still hard and as I rubbed, I was pounding her ass and squeezing her cheek with my other hand. Dave was pulling on her tits and shoving his dick down her throat. Elizabeth was moaning and groaning and making all kinds of sounds letting Dave and myself know to keep going – that everything we were doing was right and she was completely lost in lust and enjoyment. I am not sure what happened next. All I know is my sperm just came racing out of me exploding inside her and as I did Elizabeth must have begun convulsing in pleasure after feeling my seed hitting her insides, which must have taken Dave over the edge as he pulled out and sprayed her face and tits with maybe a gallon – I mean he just kept shooting these big white globs of sperm all over her. She was groaning and her entire body was shaking. As I pulled out my sperm was dripping down her ass. She was quite a sight with sperm all over her, her nakedness, her tits hanging to the floor and she looked so damn sexy! Much better than any blond bombshell at that moment. We all collapsed on the floor. And after a long silence, we began laughing. Actually Dave was laughing, then Elizabeth and I finally joined in – Dave looked at me and explained that when he saw Elizabeth earlier before I had arrived, she had complained about not making love in months, and her work just being so stressful, mostly massaging very elderly men and women. She told him she was just so horny she would jump the first good-looking man who came anywhere near her. Dave had a thing for her for some time being a tit man himself, but never got to act on it, as well as being somewhat of a voyeur and figured if he got us together then he could sneak into my room with the pass-key on his break and just see what was happening, and maybe get lucky. He told Elizabeth that I was looking for a sexual massage and set us both up! He had assured her she would have a wonderful time. We all began laughing again and Elizabeth looked me in the eye and said, "I'm not done yet with either of you" as she reached for my soft cock and wrapped her lips around me sucking me into her mouth. She offered Dave one of her massive tits and he sucked on her nipple hard. Even though I am usually only good for once every couple of hours, I felt the blood racing to my cock and her lips were working magic again as my dick was hardening. It was Dave's turn to look at her bouncing ass and he wasted no time, by sliding under her and holding her cunt lips apart and forced his tongue inside her which elicited more moans of approval from Elizabeth. Soon we were very busy once more with an Elizabeth sandwich. Dave pulled out and pushed his rock hard cock into her pussy as we now had swapped ends. After an eternity, Elizabeth pulled off of us and pushed me onto my back and mounted my cock. She then leaned forward mashing her breasts over me and looked back at Dave and told him to fill her up. Dave spit on his dick and eased his cock head into her ass and together we were filling her bottom completely. Since I had already come a huge quantity I was staying hard and Dave as the young buck was feeding his hard cock into her ass and we were really giving her all we could. She was making all kinds of noises and I was sure the neighbors would call us and tell us to quiet down. But you know, I didn't care – let them call – I was having too much fun. My dick was getting a workout like it hadn't felt in years and this ample babe was taking all we had and loving every second. The three of us played for a very long time that night. Dave called in sick and Elizabeth spent the entire night as a sandwich between us. She really made up for lost time. I got very little work done the next day. And of course the three of us are planning a get-together on my next trip. Last week, after returning I almost got into big trouble when I gave my girlfriend a massage as I used some of Elizabeth's tricks on her. I think she knew I must have learned them that weekend. Hotel Massage Turns Sensual The day is coming to an end when I hear the phone ring. I hear a man's voice, asking if it is possible for me to come to his hotel room to give his wife a massage. Hotel outcalls are fine with me, and the hotel is a nice one. I tell him that I prefer, in this setting, to perform the massage on the bed, would that be alright? He tells me that is fine, so I detail what I want him to do. I want him to make the bed, all nice and neat. Then to turn down the top cover and sheet, and fold them at the bottom of the bed. This gives me a nice, clean, white surface upon which to work. I also have him grab extra towels and pillows, just in case. I tell him I will be over in about an hour. I shower and shave. I splash some cologne on and then pick my outfit. I like being comfortable while I massage, so I pick my black yoga shorts and a thin T-shirt. I never wear underwear, as I enjoy the feeling of the soft material on my manhood and sac. These shorts are thin and soft and stretchy, showing off my powerful leg muscles while also allowing me to be cool. And the T-shirt is made of thin material, this stretches so nicely over my biceps and pecs. I arrive at the hotel, grab my bag with oils and lotions and hand towels, and dash to the room. The man answers the door, inviting me in. I can tell his is a bit nervous, but don't know why. He tells me his wife will be out in a moment. We chit-chat for a bit, and I notice him eyeing me up and down. He sees my powerful muscles, my strong forearms, and my muscular legs. The door to the restroom opens and out walks a truly beautiful woman. She is in a towel, obviously having recently showered. Her brunette hair is long and slightly wavy. She stands maybe 5'-4" and 120 pounds. She has an air of confidence, aware of herself, but with almost a pixy-ish cuteness about her. Her eyes draw me in as she silently raises a hand for me to shake. I look her over and can't help but notice how slender her legs are; how they seem to draw my eyes from calf to thigh to the space between her legs. She is truly, remarkable beautiful and sexy. I invite her to make herself comfortable on the bed, instructing her that I want her to fully disrobe, then lie on the bed, face down, and then to have the towel draped over her body in such a way as to preserve her modesty. I then excuse myself to the restroom so that she can have privacy. When in the restroom, I run my hands through my hair, while looking in the mirror. I think it is almost a reflex, as she is so lovely that I want to look my best for her. I also adjust myself in my shorts, knowing that I will likely be getting hard during the massage. I place my manhood so that if I do get hard, it goes sideways toward the left legs of my shorts. I can hear words being spoken by the couple, but can't quite make it out. I lean toward the door and hear her saying, "but I want to stay modest, I'm not so sure this towel will do." I can hear him reassuring her that all is well, this is a therapeutic massage, and there will be nothing to worry about. A few more moments pass and he tells me that she is ready. When I open the door, she is lying on the bed, as instructed, with a large towel covering from her shoulders to her calves, the towel being wide enough to completely cover her from side to side. I smile to myself, knowing what usually happens in this situation. I know that as the massage gets going, her sense of "proper covering" will likely change. But I can appreciate her nervousness and am happy to work with it. I place a few oils and lotions on a towel, beside me, then get onto the bed, on her left side, to begin the massage. I tug the towel down from her shoulders, so that it now rests at the small of her back. I then gather her lovely hair from the left and middle of her neck and place it on the right side. This gives me full access to her neck and shoulders. My massage is firm and steady and of medium pressure. I use oil to help my hands move without friction. I ask her about the pressure, and how she likes it. Her quite moans of pleasure assure me that she likes the massage. My sweeping strokes move to her left arm, her left shoulder, then onto her left forearm and hand. I especially like taking my time with her hands, paying attention to each finger, drawing it out, then massaging its length, then back to her palm before taking another finger. This is something about spending time on her fingers, in such an intimate way that is both relaxing and exciting at the same time. Perhaps it is because of the hidden sexual simile to her grasping and playing with a man's hardness. I shift positions to her right side and do the same with side, this time going even more slowly on her fingers, her palm, and her wrist. I then position myself lower beside her torso, so that I can concentrate on her back. I tug the towel lower still, so that it is resting on her ass cheeks. It is just now that I notice what a lovely form she has. Her waist is slender, with the "correct" outward swell of hips--exactly to my liking. I use oil to slick her body, then use my firm strokes to massage her muscles. I can feel that she is fit, with musculature under the surface. As my strokes approach her slender waist and the swell of her hips, I find myself beginning to think sexually of her. I can't stop thinking of the swell of her hips, and her perfectly sized globes. I then shift position to her other side, to assure I massage each side appropriately and evenly. While I shift to the other side, I also pause to "secretly" squeeze my hardness, which is now semi-erect. I love my job. I know that she is worried about remaining "decent" so I tug the towel slightly up, to fully cover her buttocks. I then position myself at her feet, and draw the towel upward, to the upper-middle of her thigh. She can feel fully covered, but still allow my hands to fully stroke the area. I massage her feet then up her calves and knees and thighs. I slightly part her legs to allow further access for my hands. As I stroke up her thighs, I am careful to make her still feel comfortable, but on each stroke I allow my hands to go slightly further up her thigh. I spend time massaging her outer thigh, working the muscles and helping her to relax. I then focus on her inner thigh, with my strong fingers working her flesh in a way that I provide therapeutic relief as well as a heightening of attention to her inner thighs. As my hands increase blood flow to the area, I know that it is also arousing her. Or, at least I hope so. My strokes are getting further and further up her thigh, almost to their apex. If I bend down I can just make out the lips of her womanhood. She is enjoying the massage, from the soft moans that escape her lips. On one particular upstroke where I get very close to her womanhood, she almost skips a breath and lets out a soft moan of approval. She also shifts her legs slight further apart, allowing increased access to the juncture of her thighs. It is just now that I notice that the man is sitting in a chair beside the bed, watching the massage. He has moved the chair very close to get a better view of my hands on her body. I look him directly in his eyes, almost asking the question, "is it alright that this turns sensual?" I can see from the look in his eyes that he is enjoying the view. I move positions, this time on her right side, and move the towel up her back so that it is covering the small of her back and just barely down to the top of her buttocks. While I move, I ever so slightly place pressure on her right leg to move toward me, furthering the spacing of her legs. He moves his chair again so that he has a better view up her legs. I also take this opportunity to squeeze my hardening manhood in my shorts. I can now fully access her upper thigh, stroking from the inside of her knee to the upper-most part of her thigh. When my fingers get close to the juncture, I make sure that the back of my hand glances softly up her outer lips. Each time I do this she emits a very soft whimper and moves her legs further apart. I know that she is enjoying the massage. I continue working her upper thigh, closer and closer to the womanhood. Finally, I let me hand linger just barely on her outer lips. She is breathing slow and steady, but when I let me hand linger, her breathing stops altogether. I wait for the beat of 5 seconds, then slowly pull my hand upward, stretching her lips upward. She finally lets out her breath, almost with raspiness. I do it again, spending more time stretching her outer lips upward. I can feel a tell-tale sign of moisture escaping her lips. I reposition myself closer to her body, with my thighs directly across from her waist. I carefully take her hand and place on against my thigh. This is my silent invitation for her to explore my body as part of her massage. At first she just allows it to touch, then she softly grasps my thigh, to feel the heat, the strength, to allow connection. I look over at him, and he is stroking himself through his pants. I smile, encouraging him to continue enjoying the show. I place my hand at the top of her thighs, over her buttocks and rosebud. I then pour oil on my hand, allowing to drip down my hand, over her rosebud, and finally onto her lips. She moans loudly, strengthening her hold of my thigh, then moving her hand upward, to my sac. My fingers then, finally, touch her lips. My fingers are coated with oil, allowing easy, frictionless movement across them. I take first one, then the other into my thumb and forefinger, massaging up and down each lip. My soft but firm pressure increases blood flow to the area, further arousing her and moistening her. Now I spread her outer lips apart, looking at the pink interior. I love looking at this site, seeing her outer lips spread wide, seeing her inner lips, and her core. My fingers massage her inner lips, up and down, then from side to side. She is very wet and her hips are writhing to my touch. She is almost humping her hips to create further contact and motion with my hands. I look at him for increased permission. He has undone his pants and his stroking his manhood, fully and out in the open. This is all I need. I slowly, almost painstakingly so, insert two fingers deep inside of her. She moans and violently jerks her hips, hoping to deepen my penetration. I stroke deeply in, then out, building the depth and the tempo. My fingers are working magic within her body. I can tell she likes it as I notice her hand has fully enclosed on my manhood, pumping tight then releasing. She is keeping tempo with my fingers penetrating her. Oh, it feels so good to feel her warmth and moisture on my fingers. I go deeply inside, to her cervix, and then I move my fingers downward, to place pressure onto her g-sponge and all around. I can feel the spongy texture, knowing that my stroking is working as I feel her begin to clamp. Her pelvic muscles are clamping tightly around my penetrating fingers, she is cumming. My fingers slightly slacken, but remain moving and stroking her G-sponge. She is clamping over and over again onto my fingers. Oh God, I love it when she cums for me. I look over at him and he is shooting his cum into the air, arcing then landing with a splat onto his belly. As her orgasm subsides, I soften my penetrative action, slowing my fingers, bringing them further out of her core, so that I can massage her inner and outer lips. My strokes never stop, they just change positions. Her breathing subsides, further relaxing her. I think to myself, hmmm, I didn't even get to play with her breasts. Oh well, maybe next time. As I allow my fingers to finally leave her inner sanctuary, a slight whimper escapes her lips. She turns her head towards me and utters her first words, almost as a whisper, "Can I suck on you?" Hotel Massage Just wait until I get my girlfriend's cute ass good and ready and slip inside – then she'll really know something happened when I was away. Oh I just can't wait to see her face. Or better yet, what about next trip back there bringing my girlfriend and surprising her with Elizabeth giving her a massage and I'll watch, or maybe Dave and I will watch, and then of course, join in!