by Mary Potter
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!
Chapter 6
JACKSON
T hinking about Kayla is easy. It’s in the burning images of my mind. I see her smiling face. I see her chest inside that uniform top. I didn’t get to see any details, but I caught a hint of soft cleavage from her undone buttons at the collar. She is a sexy little thing that I want, and I know it probably will never happen. We can play word games and throw around erotic hints. But with me lying in the dark of the suite, I throw back my sheets so I can lay naked. I run my fingers over my chest. I feel the thin chest hair and my nipples poke when I touch them with my fingertips. I like the feel of fingers on my nipples. I like a lot of things that make me feel good but never say anything to the lovers I’ve had in the past.
I don’t know why it was so easy to talk to Kayla and not someone I’ve known more intimately. Here is a girl that’s working at the hotel that I feel more open with than most of the women I’ve known for years. I know Kayla a total of maybe an hour. From the time I saw her in the Jacuzzi and the little rousing conversation, we had in a few minutes. I’ve never wanted a woman more than I wish for Kayla at that moment.
I’m holding off touching my cock. Not because I can’t last when I jerk off. But because I want to think a little more about Kayla, I want to envision her as a whole woman instead of something that will gratify me. I mean, she’s going to fuck me. That’s the fantasy. She’s going to use her universal passkey for the hotel rooms, and she’s going to come into my room.
In anticipation of her coming into my room, I left the in-room security latch open. I want to hear that passkey click and the door lock hum so she can come inside. I can almost hear it over the hammering of my heart. My cock is throbbing st
iff. I feel it tapping my flat stomach hard, begging for my hand to stroke it.
KAYLA
R oom 412 is in front of me. I am trembling. I can feel my heart fluttering. My damp hand grips the credit card passkey so tight that I fear I’ll bend it. I take a deep breath, and I don’t want to over-think about what happens when I open that door. It can go a lot of different ways. But what I want is only a few feet away.
It’s late. It’s a weekend. The hotel is at 23% capacity. We have more empty rooms than during the offseason. It’s as easy as me sliding that stiff card into the tight slot and see what happens next.
Before I back out of the hottest thing I know I’ll ever do in my life, I press the card key into the door slot. The LED light turns from red to green, and the door hums, clicks, and I slowly push on the door. The trick is to know if Jackson absolutely wants me in that room. If he closed the swing bolt at the top of the door, I’d feel the catch without making too much noise. This way, I can only feel half-mortified instead of all the way humiliated. But it’s free of the swing hand lock. I don’t wait too long before I slip inside.
There is a sense in the rooms when people are in them. It sometimes happens when there isn’t anyone around too. But this isn’t that kind of story. I know someone is in the room even though I can’t see him. I have a direct view of the window facing the bay. I see its open enough to illuminate the hotel room in outside ambient light. It’s pleasurable mood lighting without trying too hard.
I stand just inside the doorway. I can hear my heart hammering in my ears. I can feel it in my throat. I smell the fresh scent of mild soap and fruity shampoo. Jackson showered when he got back to the room. I can’t see him. I know he’s there. I see the edge of the bed closest to the window. Its got sharp folded corners and crisp sheets. He’s in the bed closest to the bathroom wall. The one bed I can’t see from the little hallway unless I step by the open bathroom door and deeper into the room. I have to either move forward or open the door and slip out. I need something to convince me that Jackson wants me, and it wasn’t just overtly sexual banter. That’s when he tells me everything is going to be okay. I hear him whisper.
“Oh, Kayla.”
Chapter 7
JACKSON
I am lost in my fantasy. I can’t help but play out a million different things in my head that brings Kayla into my room. I call for room service, and she appears on an hors d’oeuvre platter for my feasting. I call for more towels as we’re acting out a raunchy 80’s sex romp. But Kayla is a classy, curvy young woman, and she sees me with those penetrating eyes. I think about her slipping into the room in the dark. I imagine her using that passkey, and she’s there at the edge of the bathroom corner, just out of sight.
I think she can see me lying naked on the bed on my back. I have my right hand around my stiff cock and my left hand caressing my smooth balls. I love the feel of hands on my cock. I love the idea of Kayla watching me from the corner. She can see me stroking my cock from the shadow of the tiny hallway because it’s deep black there, and I can’t see her. She can lean over just enough to see my feet, my legs open, my thighs tense, and she can see my thick cock so hard in my hand that it takes her breath away.
I imagine her watching my lower half because it’s the perfect angle from the dark. She sees me stroking, and Kayla opens her uniform, undoes the top buttons, and reaches inside to play with her nipples watching me stroke my cock. And I know her other hand reaches under the skirt, and her fingers press against the soft material of her panties over her pussy. Kayla can rub herself and watch me masturbating, and I can’t see her. And I need her, and I can’t hold off.
“Oh Kayla,” I whisper in the dark.
That’s when I know it’s not just a fantasy. I see her peeking around the corner. Her soft face is alabaster in the limited available light. I see her biting her lip as she takes silent steps deeper into the room. She has me right where I want her.
KAYLA
H ow can I not want to be with this handsome man? His hand around his cock, there is enough length and thickness for another hand. It’s as big as Maria says. My flesh and blood attractive cop with the huge cock is her fantasy man.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
But Jackson is off the bed. He rushes to me. I can smell the soap on his skin as his arms envelop me. I feel his nakedness against me. He presses me against the wall between the bed and the bathroom, and his mouth is on my mouth. He tastes like arctic breezes and hot sex. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and his left hand gathers my hands together over my head. Jackson has me against the wall. It is hard and passionate, and I can’t free my hands because his fingers lace over mine. His free hand unbuttons the last button on my uniform top. It’s enough for his hand to slip between my bra and my skin. I feel his fingers press against my breast. I have dense, meaty breasts, and his fingers dig at my skin, probing across the slope. Jackson’s fingertips touch my nipple, hard, and aching. And when he pinches it, I whimper into his mouth.
The uniform, it’s too restricting. I need Jackson. I need him.
“Please,” I say over his tongue. He breaks the kiss. “Please, take me.”
Chapter 8
JACKSON
S he is here in the hot flesh. I can taste her mouth and feel her hard nipple against my thumb and her big beautiful tit in my hand. Kayla trembles against me, and she wants me because I can feel her squirming to get out of her uniform like its fabric suddenly scorches her body. I want to help Kayla, but she’s shrugging out of the pink housekeeper dress faster than I can get my hands on her. I stand next to her, naked. Kayla grabs the hem of the skirt and pulls it overhead and flings the dress to the floor. She bends over to pick at the laces of her quiet white shoes. My cock is still semi-stiff, and I am close enough to her that my thigh brushes against her hair. It’s like an electrical spark. I feel her hand grab my leg and run up between my legs at the same moment she’s out of the shoes.
Kayla murmurs as she grabs my cock in one hand and pulls me close against her for a kiss. Her mouth is alive; her tongue jams into my mouth like she’s fucking me with her tongue. It’s incredible. She’s so passionate. I want her. My hands cascade over her hips. My fingers find the soft fabric of her panties. She’s still in the bra, her panties, and the little white ankle socks. I pull Kayla with me to the bed, backing up until my calves bump against the mattress.
I begin to slip backward, and Kayla lets me land seated on the bed. I can see her in the dark.
KAYLA
H e is a man of incorrigible passion. His firm, muscular body, and that unbelievable straight stiff cock between his legs, Jackson has everything I’ve ever wanted in a man, and I know there is so much more. Be damned my job if anyone ever found out. I will have this man tonight, and if I scream with every orgasm I know he brings me, I want everyone in the hotel by the sea to know Jackson fucked me hard, and it’s never going to end.
I unhook the bra strap. The restricting bra drops to the floor. Jackson stares at my tits in the dark. I have big, heavy breasts that are high up and firm enough for him to take in both hands. Before he can reach for me, before Jackson can put his mouth on my nipples and tease the erect nubs with his teeth, I slip off my panties. They are soaked from my fingering earlier, seeing his huge cock hanging out his shorts. I have that secret, an image I will play over and over in my head when I fantasize about Jackson when I am alone again.
Right now, I don’t need fantasy. He is here in front of me. His huge stiff cock lies against his thigh when he sits on the bed. The mattress squeaks with the movement. I cannot wait to have him. I cannot wait to feel that thick cock inside me. But I need my mouth on it, and I drop on my knees and grab his cock. My hand, so small against the girth of it, the head of his cock is slick with precum, and I press my mouth against it. I love the texture of the hot, soft flesh and the firmness underneath. I taste his precum, and it makes me moan because it is spicy and sweet, and its because I made him hard.
“Oh, Kayla,”
he whispers. I want to suck on him. I want to feel his cock erupt in my mouth. I stroke the base of his cock as I suck on the head. He opens his legs, his hips rise. My free hands slide up his thigh, and I graze the inside of his leg. I have two hands on Jackson, and he’s moving slowly up and down, his hips gently gyrating against my mouth. I can’t take the entire length of his cock in my mouth. But I can squeeze the base, hold it straight up with my mouth on him, draining and coaxing the precum out of him. I feel that cock flex in my mouth, another wad of precum pumps out. I moan. I tease his balls with my fingers, I slide my fingers under his big, soft balls and stroke his taint. It’s that magic place on a man that makes them submit to all things womanly. He is mine then, and if I had a cock, I would enter him. But my fingers brush around his tight and trembling ass.
I feel Jackson’s hands pulling at my hair. His fingers are grabbing my thick waves, and he’s pulling me away. He wants my mouth off his flexing cock before he cums hard and heavy in my throat. I break the contact, and I rise to meet him. I feel his wetness around my lips. I kiss his chest as I climb up on the bed over him.
His fingers find my breasts hanging over him. His mouth mashes against my mouth. He tastes his sex on my tongue, and he groans with taboo pleasure.
Chapter 9
JACKSON
K ayla is a revelation in the dark. A sexual predator who knows what she wants. She has devoured my cock. She has tasted my precum, and Kayla rises against me, and I need to feel her. I want my fingers to press, caress, and probe all of her. I feel her velvety flesh under my palms. She is soft and supple, and Kayla is all mine. I feel her pussy wet against my fingers. I kiss her hard and taste myself on her tongue as I suck on it. My fingers slip inside her, two thick stiff fingers that climb into her pussy, and Kayla is panting against my mouth. She needs me inside her. But I need her sex on my tongue. I use the strength of my arm as my fingers hook gently against her, and I pull slightly.
