Story 38 #2
He looked down into her face for another moment, just marveling at her beauty, and then he bent down to kiss her once again.
Now, he had one hand on her waist, moving up over her curves, stopping before he reached her breast - not quite daring to touch it just yet, even though it felt as though that was what he had been dreaming of for so long at this point.
His hand ran back down her body. She had bent one of her legs, lifting her knee up, and her dress had fallen down along it, meaning that when his hand reached her ass, he didn’t have to slide down much further to feel her soft thigh beneath his hand.
She had her hands moving all over his upper body now. She moved over his chest, his stomach, around to his back.
She was pulling at his T-shirt, and he pulled it off hurriedly, wanting things to move quickly now, wanting her.
One of her hands was on his naked torso, while her other hand moved down to his ass, grabbing it, squeezing it, pulling him to her.
He pushed up against her. His hand slid up beneath her dress now and he felt the soft material of her panties.
His hand slid out from there, after toying with the edge of her panties for a moment, and then it moved up her body, his lust now making him throw all caution to the wind as he grabbed hold of one of her breasts through her dress, rubbing at it with his thumb,
feeling her nipple through the thin material of the dress.
He squeezed her breast then, his desire for him completely overcoming him.
She took hold of his hand and pulled it away, and for a moment he wondered if he had maybe done something wrong.
However, the naughty little smile on her lips reassured him that wasn’t the case.
Instead, she pulled her dress up over her body, dropping it onto the grass next to her.
She looked up at him expectantly. He looked down at her body. It was just as tight, just as perfect, as he had imagined it would be when he had first seen a hint of it through her dress.
He reached out and touched her breasts, then he bent down to them, kissing them, sucking on them.
He felt her undoing his pants, and then she was pushing them down, grabbing hold of his cock.
One of his hands slid down into her panties, and he began playing with her pussy, flicking at her clit gently, hearing her moaning louder and louder.
Suddenly, she pushed him over onto his back.
He lay there as she got to her knees and looked down at him. She still had his cock in her hand, but she was just holding it now, no longer jerking him off.
Her breasts looked even better now, just hanging there naturally, and he felt compelled to reach up and grab hold of them.
She took her hand away from his cock. He took his eyes away from her breasts while she pushed her panties down. She was now completely naked, and she pulled his pants the rest of the way down so that he was in a similar state of undress.
Then, she took one of his hands that was playing with her breasts. She brought it up to her mouth, sucked on it, then ran it down her body, between her breasts, down over her stomach, down to her pussy.
She let out a moan as she guided the finger inside herself.
Then, she slid his finger out of her pussy.
She moved further up his body and then turned around so that she was facing down toward his feet.
She lifted one of her legs and straddled his face.
Her pussy was right there now, right in front of his face. He could see its pink perfection, could smell its sweet scent.
He grabbed her ass and pulled it down to him, pushing his tongue into it.
At the same time, she bent down and took his cock in her mouth.
He could feel her mouth moving up and down along the rock-hard length of his shaft. He could feel her sucking on it as she did so.
He rubbed his tongue along her pussy, tasting her. He pushed it at her clit, flicked at it, grabbed her ass, and pulled her closer to him as he pushed his tongue into her.
He could feel her body shaking under his touch, could feel her sucking on his cock more vigorously the more aroused she became, and that only served to arouse him even more, making him lick at her pussy with wild abandon.
He could have stayed like that, with her on his face and her mouth around his cock, all night. But he remembered that there was something else that he needed to do now - something that he had dreamed of doing since he had first seen this girl.
He pushed at her. She climbed off him, understanding what was about to happen.
They knelt in front of one another, kissing, her hand on his cock, his fingers toying with her pussy.
He pushed her down onto the grass and leaned over her.
He moved between his legs and slid his cock into her. She let out a slight whimper that turned into a cry as he filled her right up.
He began to fuck her. He went as slowly as he could, not wanting to build up his pace too quickly, not wanting this to end.
However, the sound of her cries, and the feel of her pussy around his cock, was too much for him. Soon, he was fucking her hard and fast, and it wasn’t long before he came inside her.
They collapsed on the grass together, panting.
He took her in his arms and held her. Soon, he felt one of her hands move down to his cock, then to his balls, just stroking him.
He didn’t think that anything would happen, but it wasn’t long before he was hard again, and they were going at it all over again, with him bending her petite body into whatever positions he had wanted her in.
By the time they fell asleep together on the grass, he was completely spent, exhausted, with nothing left to give.
He fell asleep with her in his arms, but when he awoke, she was gone.
He gathered up his clothes, looking around for any sign of her - but there was none.
He kept looking out for her at the hotel, but he never saw her again. There had been other women since her, other girls his own age who were out there for the summer, looking for fun, but it was that nameless girl who his thoughts kept going to.
Now, as he lay in bed, contemplating another day at work, he found his thoughts going to her once again.
Who had she been? Why had he never seen her again?
He had asked around and no one seemed to know anything about her.
The best suggestion he had heard was that she was some local girl who had just showed up, looking for fun.
There was no point dwelling on it, he told himself. He should just keep it as a happy memory, and move on with his life. And now, this day in his life involved him getting up for work.
He got up, showered, and put on the T-shirt and pants that made up his uniform.
He headed down to the hotel’s reception to see what they wanted him to do that day. He was dreading it - he never knew just how they would find ways to make his day even harder.
However, when he got there he was quite surprised by the work detail that he was given.
"We've got someone staying up in the penthouse," the woman in reception told him, "and they're a frequent visitor here, so we like to make sure that they are well taken care of. With that in mind, we need you to go up and see if they need anything. If they do, just look after them.
Think of yourself as a kind of butler. Hey, don't look like that!"
they said, obviously noticing his frown, "Think of it as a promotion! Not everyone gets to say that they were a butler on their CV! They might not need you to do anything, in which case come back here and we'll see if we can find you something else to do. But, for now, just go and look after them."
Sighing, he turned to the elevator. He got in and headed up to the penthouse.
He was already imagining who this high-maintenance guest could be - some miserable old man who would start demanding that he bend over backward for them, who would order him about and treat him terribly.
Well, he thought to himself, maybe they'll at least leave a decent tip.
That will at least make things a bit more bearable - even if they are unbearable.
He got to the floor where the penthouse was.
He knocked on the door and waited.
He heard a voice call out, telling him to come in.
He was surprised that it sounded like a woman’s voice, but other than changing the sex of the person he was imagining ordering him around, it did little to change his preconceived ideas about what lay ahead for him.
He walked into the penthouse. It was a large suite with commanding views looking out over the ocean. He had been there plenty of times before while working, and the views no longer impressed him too much.
He looked around, hoping to see who he was going to be taking orders from.
When he saw her, he realized that there were still some sights up here that could, in fact, impress him. This woman was beautiful.
She was wearing a bikini with a robe over it - the robe was open, offering tantalizing glimpses of her toned, tanned, body. Her bikini was red - he could see the way it was pushed outwards by her large breasts. Her legs were long and toned.
She looked as though she was about forty years old, but she looked as though she had done an incredible job looking after herself. She looked truly incredible.
Her face was just as tanned as her body.
She had long, thick, blonde, hair. Her eyes were big and blue, with long lashes.
She had great bone structure, with high cheekbones.
Her nose was small, and she had full, thick, lips, with red lipstick matching the red of her bikini - lips that looked as though they were just begging to be kissed.
He stared at her, flustered for a moment before he regained his composure. He realized that she was looking at him quizzically, but with a slight smile on her lips as though she knew exactly what effect she was having on him and she found it all terribly amusing.
“Hi,” he said, “I’m Carl.”
He saw that she still had a quizzical look on her face. He felt flustered.
He pointed at the hotel’s logo on his T-shirt.
“I’m here to look after you. I mean…to take care of you. I mean…”
He was sure that he was blushing furiously by this point. He felt as though he had made a complete idiot of himself.
However, she just smiled at him.