The maid walked into my room without warning

It was a work trip that was supposed to last one day and ended up eating my whole weekend. I arrived on a Thursday to visit an important client and, once I was there, they told me that for scheduling reasons the meeting was being moved to Friday. It was a real pain in the ass, because it was a big deal, but I reluctantly agreed, trying not to show how annoyed I was. I was almost six hundred kilometers from home and things were starting to smell bad.

The real anger came on Friday, when, with another ridiculous excuse, they pushed the appointment to Monday. I was stuck for the whole weekend in a little hotel in a lost town on the outskirts, far from everything. What a way to take the piss. On top of that, that Saturday was the anniversary party of some friends and I was going to miss it because of a client who was acting all mysterious.

There were calls, explanations, words of encouragement over the phone. That it would be worth it, that since I was already there, going back would be worse, that I should hold on a little longer. All those phrases people throw at you to comfort you when you’re actually properly fucked and the only thing you want is your bed.

The hotel wasn’t new, but it was well kept. They gave me a large room, the last one down the hallway, separated from the rest by the stairwell opening. Fifth floor. Quiet as a church at midnight. I went out on Friday afternoon to walk around the area, bought some sachets of instant coffee and a few snacks, and went to bed early. I turned off my phone alarm and decided to sleep in. And that’s exactly what I did.

I got up slowly, took a long shower, and while I was drying my back in the bathroom with the door half open, the room door flew open.

—Oops, sorry. I thought nobody was in here.

A woman in her early thirties, dark-haired, athletic, shot out before I could react. I froze with the towel halfway up, half covered, feeling ridiculous and oddly exposed at the same time. My dick was hanging there in plain sight, still heavy from the hot water, and she looked at it for a long second before turning around.

—No, no, I’m going out now —I said, though I doubt she heard me. What I do know is that she had seen me properly. All of me. Dick and balls included.

I finished drying off, shaved, and got dressed, determined to go out for a walk and see if I could shake off the anger. Making someone travel six hundred kilometers just to keep jerking them around seemed shameless to me. When I opened the door, she was still in the hallway, a few meters away, with a cart of towels and sheets. We said hello.

—You’re still around —I said.

—Sorry again. I thought nobody was in there and I just went in.

—Don’t worry, nothing happened.

—It’s just that it’s the last room I have left to tidy up. Since I thought I heard someone leaving right away, I figured I’d have time.

It was almost one o’clock. I figured her shift would end then.

—Really, if you don’t have time, no need —I told her.

But she smiled and went in anyway. I took the elevator down to the parking lot thinking about her. She was dressed all in black, in tight clothes that showed off a body shaped by daily gym sessions, a round ass and tits pressed tight against her T-shirt. She had a touch of blue in her eyes and a smile that seemed genuine, not one of those forced courtesy smiles.

Once I was in the car, just about to head into the center, I realized I’d left my phone cable in the room, and without it my navigation app wouldn’t work. I tried a couple of things, cursed some more, and in the end I had no choice but to go back up to get it.

—You again? —she said when she saw me come in, laughing.

She was still there, pulling the sheets tight, making the bed. She was surprised I’d come back, I apologized, she apologized too, and she gave me that smile with the blindingly white teeth that contrasted with her brown skin. Then she went back to work. Bent over the mattress, tugging the corners of the sheet, she had a firm back and an ass that looked brutal in those leggings, so tight I could see the thong line crossing her butt cheeks. My dick gave a jolt just from looking at her.

I didn’t leave right away. I stayed chatting with her while she worked, and she didn’t seem bothered. We talked about stupid things, about the town, about how boring it was to spend a weekend locked in a hotel. At some point I offered her one of my instant coffees while she finished.

—Okay, I like coffee —she said, looking me in the eyes—. When I’m done, I’ll drink it and head off.

I heated some water, made two cups, and brought hers over. I made a half-joking little toast, she played along, and we both sipped at the same time. I left mine on the bedside table at the foot of the bed.

—You’re really beautiful. Have you been working here long? —I asked.

—Thanks —she replied, and suddenly she got serious. She set the coffee down on the dresser. I wasn’t sure whether that meant she was leaving.

I put a hand on her waist, carefully, and gave her a small kiss, almost just a brush. I was convinced she’d slap me, and I braced for it. But it didn’t come. So I gave her another kiss, a little longer, not overdoing it, and she still didn’t pull away. Then, holding her gently by the hip, I kissed her again, this time slipping my tongue against hers. She had thick, soft lips, the kind that get you addicted in a second.

I pulled her body against mine and stroked the small of her back, still expecting her to throw some insult at me and leave any second. She didn’t. Instead of just kissing me, she was practically biting my mouth, hungry, breathing through her nose like she was short of air. My cock got hard all at once, stone hard against her belly, and she felt it because she lowered one hand and squeezed it over my pants, measuring me with her fingers. Her black leggings were so thin I could feel the line of the thong under my fingers, and lower down, the warm bulge of her cunt pressing against the fabric.

—Fuck, you’re hard as hell —she whispered into my mouth, never stopping her grip.

—And you’re fucking hot —I told her, grabbing her ass with both hands, digging my fingers into the flesh.

I slid my hand up her side to one of her tits and squeezed it through the fabric. She had hooked her fingers into the back pockets of my pants and wouldn’t let me separate from her by even an inch. She tipped her head back, offering me her neck. Hip to hip, pressing against each other, we devoured each other’s mouths while I moved down to kiss her neck and cleavage.

I tugged her T-shirt upward, pulled it off over her head, and in a quick motion undid her bra clasp and pushed the fabric aside. Her tits were round, firm, neither big nor small, with dark, rock-hard nipples pointing upward. I bent down and took one fully into my mouth, sucking hard, tugging with my lips, nibbling it while with my other hand I pinched the other nipple. She moaned for the first time, a low, rough moan, and dug her hand into the back of my neck so I wouldn’t stop.

I was so turned on it felt like I hadn’t touched a woman in years. I slipped my hand inside her leggings, pushed the thong aside, and brushed her cunt with my fingers. She was soaked, dripping, with fat hot lips. I ran one finger along her slit, up and down, and when I found her clit I rubbed it in circles until her knees buckled.

—Oh, you son of a bitch —she gasped, laughing, resting her forehead on my shoulder.

I slid two fingers into her cunt at once and pulled them out shining with juices. I smeared them over her lips, she opened her mouth and sucked them off while looking me in the eyes, tasting her own flavor. That drove me blind. We edged toward the bed until she, with her back to the mattress, stumbled and sat on the edge.

She looked me in the eyes again without saying anything. Green eyes that, against her dark skin, looked lit up. She didn’t need to speak: I read everything in that look.

Without taking her eyes off me, she started unfastening my belt buckle. I helped with the button, lowered the zipper myself, and pushed my pants down. She yanked my underwear down and my cock sprang free, hard, swollen, with a purple head and a drop of fluid hanging from the tip. She stared at it for a second, licked her lips, and smiled.

—What a cock you had hidden away, you bastard.

She grabbed it by the base, her hand closed tight, and started jerking me off slowly, squeezing hard, while with the other hand she weighed my balls. She brought her mouth down and ran her tongue the full length of me, bottom to top, like she was licking an ice cream. Then she sucked my balls one by one, taking them fully into her mouth, and went back up to the head, where she stopped to lick the drop hanging there before swallowing it.

Then she opened wide and took me to the back of her throat. I felt the tip hit her throat and she didn’t pull back: she held it there for a few seconds, swallowing around the head, until she leaned back with a strand of saliva hanging from her chin. She started sucking me properly, using both hands, one at the base and one on my balls, moving her head fast and slow, alternating, playing with her tongue under the frenulum, looking at me from time to time to check the effect she was having on me. It was an almost unbearable pleasure, the kind that makes you clench your teeth to hold on. I grabbed her hair, gathered it into a fist, and gently pushed her head, setting the rhythm, until I felt I was about to lose everything in her mouth.

—Wait, wait, I’m about to come —I told her, pulling her away.

She laughed, her lips shining with saliva, and wiped her chin with the back of her hand.

—Here. I want you to come here —she said, pointing at her cunt.

***

Without getting off the bed, she pulled down her leggings, taking the thong with them. She crawled toward the center of the mattress and lay back, bent her knees, and pulled her T-shirt up to be completely naked before me. Her cunt opened pink and glossy, with the small lips swollen and the clit peeking out between the trimmed hair. We looked at each other for a moment, both breathing hard.

I knelt between her legs and lowered my head without warning. I ran my tongue the full length of her cunt, bottom to top, and she jolted and let out a long moan. She was so wet that the taste dripped down my chin. I opened her lips with two fingers and went deep on her: I licked her clit in circles, sucked it with my lips closed, slipped my tongue inside and moved it as if I were fucking her with my mouth. She writhed, pressed my head against her cunt, pushed her hips up into my face. In a couple of minutes she was already coming, her legs shaking and a muffled moan caught in her throat, squeezing my face between her thighs like she wanted to break my neck.

—Put it in me, put it in me now —she gasped when she could speak.

I climbed up over her, placed a pillow under her lower back, and grabbed my cock to guide it. I ran it along the lips of her cunt, wetting it well, and entered slowly, just the tip, in and out, looking at her face so I wouldn’t miss a single expression. But she didn’t want slow. She sat up a little, grabbed my ass, and pulled me against her body so she could feel all of me at once. I shoved it in to the hilt and she let out a guttural moan, mouth open. There was fire in her eyes.

—Like that, like that, all the way in, don’t hold back.

I started moving calmly, leaning on her tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, and every time I pulled out gently she yanked me back in with a jerk, setting the pace she wanted. It took me a second to understand, and when I did I started fucking her harder, wilder, until the sound of our bodies crashing filled the room. You could hear the sloshing of her wet cunt, the smack of my balls against her ass, both of us breathing in ragged bursts.

That woman seemed made for this. She clamped down on my cock when it went in and loosened when it came out, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. Her moans started slipping out, first controlled, then less and less so, until she was shouting without shame. I pulled out for a moment, turned her face down, and lifted her ass. I spread her apart with my hands and shoved it back in from behind in one thrust, grabbing her hips to pound her harder. I could see her cunt stretched around my cock, shiny, and I couldn’t resist sticking a wet finger into her ass. She moaned louder, arched her back, and pushed back asking for more.

—Give it to me, give it to me harder —she shouted into the pillow.

I fucked her like that for a while, slapping her ass cheeks until they went red, and then I turned her face up again because I wanted to see her face when she came again. I put her legs over my shoulders and shoved it in to the hilt, bent in half, feeling how I reached the end of her cunt with every thrust. I couldn’t hold out much longer and I told her so.

—I’m going to come —I murmured.

—Inside, come inside, don’t pull out —she gasped, grabbing my ass with both hands.

But she, far from slowing me down, sat up again and kept pulling me against her body with every thrust. She dug her nails into my lower back, arched her waist, and I felt her come just before I could resist any longer. Her cunt closed around my cock, squeezing me in spasms, and that finished me off. I emptied into her with three or four long bursts, so hard I could feel each one leaving me, while she wrapped her legs around me and held me there, matching every spasm with the pressure of her hands and whispering filthy things in my ear.

—That’s it, all the way inside, fill me up good.

I collapsed on top of her with my cock still inside, throbbing, feeling the cum leaking out around the edges of her cunt. We kissed, still breathless, and she stroked my back, waiting for that last delayed tremor that always comes when you think it’s all over. When I finally pulled out of her, a thick thread of cum slid down her thigh to the sheet. She scooped it up with two fingers, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them clean without taking her eyes off me.

A while later, with her lips against my ear, she whispered something low that I’m not going to repeat, one of those phrases that stays etched in you more for the tone than the words.

We moved slowly. She went into the bathroom to freshen up and we dressed in silence, with that shy awkwardness that comes after. She picked up her cold coffee from the dresser, laughed at it, and put it down again.

At the door, running her index finger under my chin, she blew me a kiss into the air and said two words before leaving the hallway with her cart.

—Tomorrow, more.

And, for the first time on the whole trip, I was glad to still be trapped in that lost hotel. Monday and the meeting could wait. Suddenly, the weekend I’d cursed so much had become the best reason not to want to go home.