In the summer of 2011, I worked as a hotel administrator in a large Ukrainian city — I decided to earn some money on holidays. And once I managed to combine business with pleasure. ;)

The hotel was expensive, elite, and wealthy people settled with us: mainly those who came for business, because we had nothing to see. I just worked at night, waiting for a new guest, also seconded from Moscow, judging by the documents. This meant that there was no rest at night, you need to be on the alert and wait for the guest at any moment, because the hotel service should be top notch.

When a taxi stopped in front of the entrance, out of habit I looked at myself in the mirror. Uniform blouse emphasizes volume chest, short skirt playfully opens slender legs. I am short in stature, but I have a very nice face, a thin nose, and big, tender eyes — the guys usually get enchanted quickly, I can't help but boast.

He was already walking down the hall, carrying his suitcase himself, which seemed to me courageous. In a suit, despite the long road and a warm summer night. (Porn stories) In appearance about thirty, unshaven decorated his volitional chin, devils danced in his beautiful green eyes. I could not take my eyes off his hands when he filled out the documents. In my opinion, hands are the main thing in a man, and his strong tanned hands immediately attracted me. He caught my eye and smiled. I smiled back - not formally politely, like all guests, but sincerely.

“Have a good rest, Evgeny Petrovich,” I said, handing him the key.
- Thank. What is your name? - he looked me straight in the eyes and smiled. I was embarrassed.
- Olesya.
The doorman led him to the room, I looked after him. My heart beat faster than usual.

***

Three days later my night shift was again. To be honest, I forgot a little about the events of that night, since my life was so full that summer, and I didn’t miss those three days.

During the first hours of work, nothing reminded me of a Moscow guest, the usual bustle reigned. Finally the night came, and everything calmed down. I sat behind the desk clerk and leafed through the news in the social network on the phone when he entered the rotating door of the hotel. The sensations of the first meeting immediately stirred up in me, even my breath caught. It was Saturday, and he was dressed informally: jeans and a simple shirt, but the rolled up sleeves again opened courageous hands. Eugene walked to the reception desk, and for some reason my legs cracked sweetly from his smile. Suddenly I noticed a few twigs of lilac in his hand.

- This is for you, Olesya, - he smiled.
- Thank you ... - I did not know what else to say, I smiled like a fool.

He left, and I took a vase from under the rack and went to the toilet to get water for the flowers. Going into a small room - for the staff all the amenities were combined and not as luxurious as for the guests - I again sniffed the flowers, but now near the twigs, where he kept them. Here, other subtle tones were added to the delicate scent of lilac ... I could smell tobacco — probably from his hands if he smokes — and sweet, apparently, his cologne ... I felt dizzy, I suddenly felt excited ... thinking that I can do this, I set the vase aside, put the flowers on the edge of the sink. The right hand unbuttoned her blouse, and the left was already under her skirt. I bent down to feel intoxicating aromas, and I really wanted the night visitor to be back now. From this thought and from the gentle movements of my own fingers, I became completely wet. She pulled down her panties to her trembling knees and began to caress herself more actively, holding back a moan. The orgasm came quickly, and I, still trembling, slid to the floor, clinging to the cold tile.

***

From the moment I, agitated and embarrassed, returned from the toilet, an hour had passed, when suddenly a service order arrived from his room. He asked for a bottle of champagne. For some reason I did not doubt how to proceed.Usually the receptionist does not carry orders, but this time I decided to act myself. When I came to his number with a tray and a bottle, I was scared. Before that, I did not think about anything, but suddenly I was in doubt. In addition to the flagrant violation of all instructions, I did not know whether I was doing it properly. To drive away these reflections, I knocked firmly. Now there was no going back.

He opened almost immediately. The hair is still wet - recently out of the shower. A bathrobe will not be completely smelled, you can see a powerful pumped chest. He silently let me into the room. From his surprised look, I suddenly realized that he was not expecting me. I went to the table to put a tray, and in my heart emotions were raging: what a fool I am! And exactly at that moment, when I was ready to shine, these strong arms touched my shoulders from behind.

“This is a very pleasant surprise ...” came a gentle whisper right outside my ear.

Excitement swept over me in an instant. I turned and dug into his lips. Almost immediately she felt his tongue through her open mouth. My hands were already stroking his chest, and his - were struggling with buttons on my blouse. Without opening my eyes and not looking up from his hot mouth, I helped him to take off my blouse, and he quickly coped with a bra himself. In the meantime, I was bathing a robe. He squeezed my breasts, and a moan of pleasure erupted from me.

I felt his cock rising from the open robe, touching my belly. Caressing the muscular torso, I ran my tongue over his chest and knelt down. I felt hot hard flesh on my cheek and wrapped my arms around her. He inhaled loudly, and I felt his pleasure. Working with my hands, I began to caress the tongue of his testicles. He moaned, and his hands fell on my head, and my breasts, with sharp movements, touched his knees.

The member in my hands was as tight as possible when I finally wrapped my lips around him. I sucked and licked it, my pace, to give my lover maximum pleasure. I helped myself with my hands, gently stroking a sinewy trunk and large, strong testicles. I sucked the head with my lips, then I tried to take it as deeply as I could, reaching for my throat, and then focused again on the end.

It seems that the partner was already at the limit, because he suddenly pulled away, easily picked me up and carried me to the bed. On the way, he kissed me again. Finally, I sank on a soft bed, and he unbuttoned and took off my skirt, then pulled off the panties that were wet from excitement. I humbly spread her legs and felt his hard cock. I was so wet that he entered quickly and easily, instantly taking me to the heights of pleasure. I screamed because I could not hold back ecstasy. He moved constantly changing pace: now faster, now more slowly. It extended our enjoyment. I stroked him, then scratched, licked and bit his neck, rushing under him in frantic pleasure. He caressed my breasts and thighs, and soon began to work like a wound: I fucked and fucked me, hard, powerful, to the squeak of the bed. I didn’t know where he had so much strength, my ends, he fucked me, and I squirmed and moaned, found myself in the sky and, screaming, sank in orgasm.

At the same instant, I felt his warm, heavy sperm jerking on my stomach and chest. I felt his dick and helped, caressing. For even long seconds I, moaning, smeared the sperm over my skin. And he lay beside him, sweating, breathing heavily and kissed my neck, shoulders, arms.

And then I took a shower, got dressed and left - almost without speaking to him. I decided that this moment should freeze like this today, and we will leave all the discussions for later.

But there was no “later”: my shift was over in a few hours, and he left that day. When I came to work after three days - three days of constant thoughts about him - my shift manager gave me an envelope: “This is for you from 408 number”. In the envelope lay a thousand dollars.