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  I feel this deep tingling sensation between my legs because this older man wearing a loose tank top has an awesomely fit physique. He is the epitome of a male that I find resoundingly attractive. He is older, that’s the start. He’s shaped like a solid upside-down flesh and muscle triangle with a narrow waist and muscular, athletic thighs. I can see the veins in his arms and neck when he strains with the weights.

  I’ve watched him move from one machine to the next and spending enough time on each to do a few reps. He’s conscientious because he’s taking time to wipe down each piece of equipment when he’s finished. I appreciate that a lot. It’s a big turn on knowing that he can’t see me, and yet, he has integrity.

  I wear a comfortable uniform that is a little sexist. It’s from an age when women wear dresses or skirts, and men wear pants. The hotel’s dress code needs some 21st-century updating. But what’s nice about my uniform is how easy access I have. I mean, I could, if I chose, undo a few buttons on my top and reach inside to caress my erect nipples as I watch him panting, pushing, and pumping those weights. I know how easy it is because to prove it, I feel my hard left nipple pinched between the thumb and index finger of my right hand. I sigh in the dark and wet my lips as I press my back against the wall. I’m behind the custodian cart. If it came to it, in a pinch, I could duck down, and no one would know I’m there.

  It’s just as well because he’s moved to the weight bench. I can see his sneakers flat on the floor. He’s only a meter or two from me, and his beautiful glistening thighs are open to me. And, oh my, he’s so sweaty, I want to run my tongue over him. I think that my legs are trembling. I know my panties are wet because I shift a little and can reach under the skirt. No one can see me behind the cart in the dark. I… oh… yes.

  His legs are open on the bench, and I can see the loose-fitting shorts reveal a lot more than the defined muscles of his thighs. I see his soft, thick cock sticking out of his shorts through the leg hole. It’s so big; I imagine what that would feel like in my hands. His cock is still soft, but it’s got thickness and length. I know in my hands it would feel like a thick, malleable delicious treat that I’d have to put in my mouth.

  My fingers graze against my panties. It’s too hot to wear nylons under the skirt. I have full access to touch myself through the thin cotton. I whimper slightly, breathy in the dark, because I let my fingers slip by the barrier of my panties to penetrate my pussy. I am wet, and I can feel the gliding slick yummy goodness of me. I know what it tastes like, and I love the aroma. And I want to taste myself on the end of his cock, but I have to settle for my fingers instead. Still, it’s the fantasy, and now I know what it means to feel free and alone and more than a little naughty.

  He’s getting up. His slick chest heaving as he sits there. He’s pressing the towel against his face. He’s finished the workout and takes time to spray and wipe down the bench and puts away the dumbbells. I think he’s getting ready to leave, but he goes to the Jacuzzi room where there’s another set of male and female lockers.

  It’s time for me to clean the gym. I’ll give him privacy in the Jacuzzi.

  Chapter 4

  JACKSON

  I t’s a great workout, and I know it’s a routine I’ll miss when I leave the hotel. I have the place to myself, and I like it a lot. There’s a Jacuzzi center with three tubs. I get my choice. I go into the smaller locker room to rinse off and change into a different pair of shorts.

  I’m surprised to see someone cleaning the gym, but I guess they have to do it late at night. I can see her through the glass wall that separates the gym from the pool and Jacuzzi. They have a sauna room, but it is locked overnight. I guess I can’t complain considering what I have with the rest of the equipment and privacy.

  I see the housekeeper pull the custodian cart into the gym. She’s got headphones, and I know she can see me because the light sensors in the pool room activated and illuminated everything when I walked through the glass door. After I change, I set the timer for the maximum I can get out of the hot water jets. Once they start up, I toss my towel on the nearby bench and step down into the bubbling bliss. I lean back against the water jets and allow the pressurized water to massage my muscles.

  I’m wound up from the workout. I am conscious of my semi-erect cock in my shorts. Underwater its obscured with the bubbles and current. And it feels good on my balls. I get a show with my water massage. I am leaning against the back wall, facing the rest of the gym. The housekeeper is a darling. She’s younger. She’s curvy. She has chestnut hair pulled up in the back. The ponytail bounces from the scrubbing and the dancing. I see her wiggling her hips a little because she’s enjoying the music and her solitude. It makes sense to clean at night. She doesn’t seem to mind the late hours, and I certainly love seeing those thighs climbing up into the hem of her skirt. I imagine what color panties she’s wearing. I think about her breasts.

  I notice the top of her uniform has three buttons to the collar—two of the buttons undone on the front. I feel as if she’s relaxed and just enjoying her music and manual labor. Some people understand what it means to work hard and enjoy it. She is beautiful with her pink uniform skirt with the white trim on the sleeves and collar. She’s wearing sensible white shoes, and I can see, oh—yes when she bends over the treadmill to wipe it down, she’s not wearing nylons.

  I get to see her backside facing me. I want to press my face against her ass with my hands gripping her cheeks. I can feel my cock waking up in the hot water. I reach down and pull it through the side of my shorts with my balls. I’m alone in the Jacuzzi, and I am enjoying the freedom. She can’t see below the water.

  I know she saw me looking because I see her grinning a little. She’s a little red in the face. She’s almost close enough for me to see the color of her eyes. I can see her rosy mouth. I see how her full lips glisten under the fluorescent lighting in the fitness room. The light in the pool room is more subtle, not as stark.

  I want to press my hips against her from behind. I want her to feel what she’s done to my cock. But I have to behave myself. I have to be courteous and professional. I am a guest at the hotel, and she is a woman of sustenance. Just because I want her, doesn’t mean I can have her. I don’t even know her name.

  I take a deep breath and lean my head back to close my eyes. I feel my cock moving freely in the water jets. I love the sensation of the current against my loose balls. It is invigorating and freeing. I am alive, and I can feel it.

  When the jets stop, I tuck away everything before I climb out. She’s halfway done with the gym. She works fast, but she’s very thorough. I love what she can do with some cleaning supplies, music, and a lot of movement.

  When I get out of the locker room, I am in my clean cotton casual pants. I’m not wearing underwear because I plan to shower when I head up to my room. I might stroke my cock, but I haven’t decided yet. I know there is a prominent bulge in my pants, and at that time of night, and how I feel, my body is electric, and if she’s got a glimpse of some mass, then I can’t stop it.

  KAYLA

  H e’s showered, dressed in a t-shirt and gray cotton pants, and he’s coming my way. I’m looking busy because I am busy. I have a lot left to do in the night, and that gorgeous man has distracted me so much that I want to head to a bathroom stall and rub my clit until I scream with pleasure.

  Instead, I stop scrubbing long enough to smile at the hotel guest. I swipe at the strands of hair that cascade over my forehead. I can see the outline of his substantial cock in his pants, and I am doing all I can to keep my eyes level with his when he steps through the door from the pool and Jacuzzi.

  “Thank you, Sir,” I say. “Have a good night.”

  I feel like a fool because I’m thanking him for no other reason than the fact that he gave me something I can use again and again when I masturbate. I’ll think of him lying on his back on that bench with his legs open and his cock lying against the vinyl workout bench.

  He’s almost through the door lead
ing out of the fitness center. When he stops to turn around and faces me, he grins, and I see some mischief in his lapis blue eyes.

  “So, I’m curious, and you can stop me if it gets uncomfortable,” he says. “I’ve seen where sometimes guys will leave their hotel doors open for a housekeeper to come in while they’re naked. Has that ever happened to you?”

  It’s a question that I sometimes get, mostly from men, sometimes from women. It happens, especially if they request extra towels. But I like that he stopped. I want him to talk to me. And if he wants to play coy, I am all for it.

  “Well, I think there are two parts to that question,” I say. “The first one addresses your direct question. And the answer is, yes. It’s happened more than a few times.” I can see the intrigue in his look. “We get glimpses of guys, but usually it’s just a quick flash. I know how to deal with them when it happens. It’s when they want extra linen at night that we have to think twice.”

  “Has anyone ever gotten fresh with you?” he asks. “I’m sorry, it’s forward. I’m a cop. I’m not really a guest at the hotel. I mean, I am a guest. I just don’t normally stay in hotels. At least, not here, I mean not here—here. I’m floundering. I’m sorry.” He leans toward me and extends a hand. I take his hand. It’s firm and big and warm. I swallow the dryness in my throat as he says, “Jackson. My name’s Jackson. It’s nice to meet you, Kayla.”

  Before I understand that he read my nametag, he taps his chest to show where it is on me.

  “It happened once, but I’m a big girl, I handled it.”

  “Did he physically assault you?”

  “That sounds like a cop question. But, no, he couldn’t because I corrected his behavior.”

  “How did you do that?”

  “Let’s just say, I suspect any time he gets an erection, that pain he feels reminds him of me.”

  “Wow, okay. And ouch. But a good one.” Jackson laughs and nods.

  “And the second part to that question goes back to you. Where would you happen to see videos of that stuff? I mean, I know where I’d see it, but what about you?

  “Well, you know—”

  “Oh, don’t play coy now.” But he’s been playing coy because I see it in his eyes. His eyes are drinking me in when I am thirsty too.

  “Well, I saw it on the internet before.”

  “When you were looking at porn,” I finish. I am never so bold. But I’ve seen this man’s cock, and he doesn’t even know it. I feel the least I can give him is a taste of what I can offer, even if it will never happen.

  “Maybe,” he says. He takes a deep breath. I see his chest expand before he exhales.

  “It’s okay; it’s not a crime to look at porn on the internet, Officer Jackson.”

  “Well, actually, it might be. Depends on what you’re looking at, but I don’t watch very much.”

  I decide to make him think about something more interesting than worrying about his job. “Well, I watch porn sometimes.”

  “You do?”

  “Don’t act so surprised, you know women enjoy sex too. It’s good to have a release. It’s nice to get away from real life for a while.” I shake my head. We’re alone, two strangers, enjoying each other’s closeness and we’re openly talking about sex. I know he’s horny because I saw that cock. I see the bulge. Even though I make like I’m not looking, I am, in fact, looking. And I love what I see.

  Jackson’s lingering proximity and his wandering eyes are drinking me up. “What do you watch when you need a release?”

  “Ha, ha, well, since you started it, you have to go first.”

  He couldn’t blush because his skin reddened during his soak in the hot tub.

  “I suppose it has to do with my mood,” he says.

  “There’s more than one mood when it comes to watching porn?”

  “Of course there is,” he says in mock shock. “I mean, I don’t always watch shoe porn or wedding porn. I mean take today, I could say, today I’ll watch some fitness porn, because well, it’s fitting.”

  “Are those real things?” I ask quickly because I’m a little flushed. It’s not just because I’m working hard. He touched on something that made me think about his cock again. This time he must have seen my eyes drifting over his pants.

  “I think people will have a little fun and make a little love out of whatever they think is sexy and wonderful.”

  “I like that better than some things that turn people on.”

  “I know,” Jackson says. He gives me a proper gentlemanly bow. “I must go now. I will head to my room, and I will have my version of fantasy fun all on my own.”

  “Oh, will you now?” I can’t tell if he’s flirting or baiting me.

  “Well, sure, it’s late. I’m in a hotel. I just met a sexy housekeeper,” he says and turns away. “Anything’s possible.” His words follow him out the door as it closes, and he leaves me flummoxed and horny.

  Chapter 5

  JACKSON

  I think the housekeeper is a lot of fun. She’s unquestionably the kind of girl I would love to have share with me in making a little hotel porn. I like the idea of her slipping into my suite when I’m alone in the bed. I think anything is possible. I take a real shower when I get back to the room. It’s quiet on the fourth floor. The water pressure is intense, and the shower piping hot. I climb from the shower and push the steam off the mirror. I see the lean torso, the flat stomach. My balls hang low because of the Jacuzzi. I am relaxed, and the more I think about Kayla, the more I wonder what it feels like under that skirt. I get an image of her bending over cleaning, and I think again about my body pressed against hers. I feel my cock flex involuntarily at the thought. I know how good it feels to have a woman bent over and backed against me.

  I disregard that idea with Kayla. After talking to her, hearing the silky tone of her voice, I love the sparkling of her rain-cloud gray eyes. I think about what her full mouth feels like as she kisses my neck and chest. If it were any other girl, I’d have her from behind. Now that I met Kayla, now I know such a pretty girl exists in the hotel, and I know she’s a lot of fun, my fantasy with her happens with her looking into my eyes as I penetrate the sugary goodness under that skirt.

  I flip off the light. I have a towel wrapped around my waist and pad across the hotel room in the dark. I don’t need the light on inside the room when outside in the dark, the lamps along the beach illuminate the room in nighttime amber. I leave the blackout curtains open just enough to cast a light into the studio to give it a little detail.

  On the fourth floor facing the ocean, no one can see into the room. There’s nothing but beach and trees out there. I lay on the bed, close to the bathroom wall. Most hotel rooms have the same layout. From the hallway to the room, it’s a straight line. The room opens to the right after the bathroom. That means I can hear people walking by the place, but I can’t see the door from either bed.

  Sometimes I think that hotel passkeys stay activated, and the guest who stayed before me can come back into the room I’m occupying. Funny about that fantasy, when it goes through my mind, that huntress looking to fulfill her sexual appetite looks a lot like Kayla, and she wants to ride me until the break of dawn.

  I think, as much as I had a fantastic workout, and I met an incredible girl, I am too horny to sleep. It’s one of those cliché things about hotel rooms. A million people slept in that bed before me, and some of them fucked. Now, I’m lying naked in that same bed, and I don’t have anyone to fuck, but I want to, badly.

  KAYLA

  I am kidding myself that Jackson made a pass at me. Still, when I finish the fitness room cleaning, when I put away the janitor cart, I am fidgety because I want him. I want his hands on my body. I think about how relaxed he was when we talked about weird porn. I mean, that was weird anyway. I don’t talk to guests like that at the hotel. I know better. It’s not like there is a letter of agreement we sign that says: Hey, don’t flirt with or fuck the guests. It’s not policy, it’s just good business. I
believe in the sanctity of the guests’ privacy. I think some guests take more liberties than others, but I appreciate the ones who are open and honest. And people who appreciate me for something more than a pale pink uniform and nurse shoes. I mean, it’s a classic outfit; it’s not sexy, not as long as I have to wear it. But I am a woman, and sometimes I have cravings and desires that I can’t get from cleaning or vacuuming.

  I think about men and women who fuck on the sheets I have to collect and wash. I sometimes feel that I want to join them. I want them to take me into their pleasures and drown me with passionate kisses. I think seeing Jackson, seeing all of Jackson, gives me a sensation that I am not used to as a girl on edge. I never get too horny at work that I can’t think or function. I haven’t had outstanding sex in a very long time. I think that’s why my mind brings up Jackson’s muscular frame as I scrub and spray and sweep and swish, and in and out and in and out, and oh man, I am so fucking wet right now! I feel my silky wetness as I walk through the quiet nighttime hallways.

  I take the stairs all the time because I like how my thighs burn after four flights of stairs. I find myself on the fourth floor. I know what room he’s in and I didn’t have to look. I know because Maria hinted at it before she changed my schedule. It’s nice to have a friend who cares enough about you. She’s willing to make modifications to the calendar so we can break unwritten rules and have a little fun while we work.

  I’ve never gone out of my way to get to a guest. But I feel like all the signs are there with Jackson. He’s the cop on the fourth floor, room 412. He’s a guest who isn’t really a guest. I got that part because he belongs to the Golden City and he’s a proud Boy in Blue. And I want him!