Housekeeping - a maid's tale

Knock knock.

 'Housekeeping.'...............................'Housekeeping.' 

Silence. 

 She knocked again.  

'Housekeeping.'.......'HouseKEEPING!' 

More nothing. 

Well, she didn't have time to waste, especially if she was going to get down to the beach in time to enjoy the early summer sun.  Typical of the Senior Housekeeper to catch her just as her shift had finished and she was about to head out the door. 

Getting her master pass card out she sighed and let herself into the suite.

 Madre Dios! 

The room was in complete disarray; what with an unmade bed, scattered clothes, empty bottles and glasses. And a quick glance told her that even the marbled bathroom wasn't much better. 

Damn.

 This was going to eat into her beach time. And the weather was glorious too.  Putting her annoyance aside, with quiet efficiency she set about tidying up the room, her thoughts fixed on getting to the beach.

 'Ohhh!......Ohhhh!.......Ohhhh!' 

She jumped, startled by the unexpected noise and looked around for its source. No, the TV and the radio were both off. Nothing in the room then. 

'Goddddd, don't stop.' 

Glancing around, still puzzled, she suddenly noticed the connecting door to the adjacent suite was ajar; she must have missed that in her haste to get on with the room.  Hotel protocol stipulated that staff call out in such circumstances to avoid catching guests in embarrassing situations but the noises intrigued her.

 'Mmmmmmm.'

She'd risk a quick look before saying anything, may be it would be a memory she could take to the beach with her.

 Moving quietly, but now deliberately so, she sidled over to the door and peeked through. It was another Deluxe room, but furnished in bold purples, as opposed to the cool greys of the one she was in.

  Her eyes quickly located the source of the noise.  There on the bed she could see a mans head sprawled over its foot, long curly brown hair cascading towards the floor, eyes closed and a blissful look on his face. A large, person sized, hump under the bed clothes indicated the source of his preoccupation.

  As she looked on she could see his hands holding and kneading the edge of the duvet as though in some form of torment.  He was the one making all the sounds of delight as whatever was going on under the coverings proceeded. 

Looking on, the maid began to feel pangs of sexual excitement, a soft fluttering in her belly and a moistness between her legs.  She should make a noise or withdraw; but although she'd seen her fair share of naked and semi naked guests, the sheer look of ecstasy on the man drew her in.  Of his partner she could see nothing, covered as they were by the bed clothes.  But she recognised the signs, the hump in the duvet, the breathless excitement of the man.  God, she loved being the one under the bed clothes, playing with a cock, rolling her tongue and lips over it, mouthing and sucking their balls, as her hands moved up and down the hardening shaft.  Teasing, tugging, using her lips and tongue to enthral the head, taking them to the very edge of release.  Drawing them out of themselves, away from conscious thought, until only the unconscious need to fuck remained.  It always made her so wet that by the time they were hard and eager to please, and she came up for air, her pussy would be dripping in anticipation of what was to come. 

Although not much time had passed since she first looked in the room the moment to say anything had long gone.

 Unconsciously she moved further into the doorway to get a better view.  She found her hand drawn towards the buttons down the front of her tunic, undoing one and slipping her fingers underneath.  The activity on the bed in front of her continued.  The mans eyes remained closed but the sound of his breathing was coming faster and faster now.  She touched herself through her knickers, her fingers finding her white cotton briefs increasingly damp with a warm moistness from within. 

Slowly, quietly, she began to play with herself, running her fingers over her briefs, spreading her own moisture around her pussy, tracing circles through the short pubic hairs that she'd trimmed so recently to wear beneath her bikini.

 'Yess.....Yesss......!' 

The scene on the bed was clearly reaching an apex even as she looked on. She was excited now, nothing like this had ever happened to her before and the fear of being seen had gone, pushed to one side, replaced by the sheer voyeuristic pleasure of seeing a couple having sex and imagining it was her that it was actually happening to.Her hand began to move faster and firmer against her own body, slipping under her briefs to make contact with her own hot flesh direct.  Her fingers moved easily over her wet lips; parting them and finding the sweet wetness within. She found her clit and began to caress it every so often as she played with herself.  Her own moistness fuelled the sensations emanating from deep within herself.  She stayed watching, getting greedier and greedier, not willing to stop herself. Her fingers, now covered in her own silky liquid self, began to linger on her clit. Pressing against it. Faster and faster. Harder and harder.  She staggered and leant against the door frame.She was getting close now and her other hand moved and began to play with her breasts, her erect, aroused nipples easily found and stimulated through the thin cotton of her bra.

Suddenly.

'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMYYYYYYYYGODDDDDDDDDDD!'

The man on the bed exploded with noise, his knuckles turning white on the duvet as his body bucked and his head thrashed from side to side. 

The maid looked on, she was so close, 'No...NO! NOT YET!' 

The mans eyes flashed open in an instant, looking direct at her,  'What the fuck?' 

OH NO! She'd said it out aloud.  She remained stationary, pinned in place by the mans eyes.

 'Wht's gng nnn?  Wht's wrong?' 

The muffled sounds from under the duvet ended abruptly as it was thrown back; and she was completely shocked and startled to see another mans face looking straight at her............

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