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Erotic tale 4: Room service Bangalore
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I was in Bangalore on business, holed up for three weeks in a 5 Star Hotel. Some of the other guys from my company were there for parts of the time, but on the whole I was pretty much on my own. The weather was hot of course, and the hotel facilities were pretty smart, but three weeks is a helluva long time. Did some sightseeing in the first weekend, lots of eating out, etc.... and being away from my wife, a lot of wanking in my room. Now, Indian TV does not really do porn – or at least this hotel didn’t have any on the 80 or so channels, so I had about a week of wanking off to the endless Bollywood channels, which is all lovely Indian women, saris, but absolutely nothing very steamy.
I’d noticed the hotel receptionist Mishia when I checked in – she was slim, about 5 foot 4, pretty though not in the Bollywood class, with dark hair tightly tied back into a severe ponytail, lovely serious face, nice shy smile and friendly eyes. She was dressed each day in a business skirt which stopped about three inches above her knees, and which accentuated her slim build. As she handed me my room card, she smiled shyly and her eyes twinkled slightly – “Enjoy your stay, Sir” she said quietly.
Each day I’d smile and wave at her on my way through reception, and she smiled back – “Good Morning Sir”, almost demurely. As I say, after about a week and a half, I was becoming fairly tired of jerking off to tame Bollywood channels, MTV, and Russian Newsreaders. One evening I went to the desk to book a cab for the next day, and Mishia was on duty. She smiled and efficiently booked the cab, then ended, as always with “And can I do anything else for you, Sir?”
Randy as hell, and emboldened by a couple of beers in the bar, I started to say something, then stopped, feeling silly. “Anything?” she said, smiling in her pretty way.
Still feeling silly, I was on my way to the lift when I thought, well, the other receptionists are not behind the desk, ...so....
So I turned back. She smiled at me again. “Yes, Sir? You have forgotten to ask for something?”
And then, smiling nervously at her, I heard myself saying ...”Well, there is something....I’ve been two weeks without female company. I don’t suppose you could come up to my room for a while?”
It was a mistake – I could tell immediately, she had not expected that! She took a slight step back, her face registered a moment’s shock as her smile momentarily vanished. I thought – Oh well, that didn’t go down well....I’ll head up to my room now.
“Sir, I cannot possibly do that!” she said firmly. There was a slight pause. And then – “I have to be on duty”.
“Ok... “ I said, smiling a wryly. One last go...”What time do you finish?”
There was a pause – Mishia looked serious, and then around to check where her colleagues were. They were not in sight. Suddenly, without changing her tone, but in a slightly quieter voice, she said “I can only come to your room after 11:00 pm”.
“After 11? “ I said, trying not to show my disbelief...”That will be fantastic, Mishia..I will wait for you. You will come?”
Still not smiling, she murmured, “I will come”
“My room number is...” but she looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes at last and said “Of course, I know your room number.”
I turned, elated and went to the lift. I looked back to smile at her as the lift doors closed, but she had been joined by a colleague, and was not looking at me.
Back in my room, I looked at my watch – it was 8:30. Had she misunderstood my intentions? Would she get cold feet and not turn up? Was this her standard response to guys who tried it on – tell them what they want to hear but leave them stewing in frustration?
At 11:00 pm I was convinced she would not show – I was horny as hell, but the minutes ticked past – five past 11, six minutes past... she was not going to turn up..
And then suddenly, a quiet knock on the door! I peered through the spyhole – and there was Mishia, glancing nervously up and down the corridor. I open the door, and she stepped in quickly. “Hello, Mishia” I said – “I thought you might not come”.
She looked smilingly up at me – I could see she was a little nervous too, as she put down her shoulder bag and glanced at herself in the mirror. I reached for her slim figure, and pulled her towards me – and then I kissed her on the mouth, her lips opening for me and her arms snaking around my waist. So far so good! My hands slid down her back, feeling my way gently down to her skirt, and I cupped her tight arse lightly in my palms. We kissed, and I felt her tongue gently probe into my mouth. Her hands were caressing my back, and pulling me tightly to her. Then she pulled away slightly, reached up and shook her hair loose – lovely dark brown hair that suddenly framed her face and made her seem utterly gorgeous.
“I can only stay for an hour or so tonight” she said softly. I was pulling her back towards me, sliding my hands up her skirt, feeling the nylon of her inner thigh as I travelled unhindered up to the promised land of her crotch. Her skirt was up around her waist, as I slipped a finger inside her damp panties, working a hole with my finger threw the nylon. Mishia gasped, and stood transfixed for a few moments, mouth open, eyes closed, as my finger caressed the lips of her aroused cunt. And then her delicate hands began cupping the bulge in my shorts, before sliding inside to firmly grip my shaft. “Condom” she gasped, and I scrabbled around for the pack I had left by bed... and on it went, my shorts were kicked off, and Mishia was shakingly undoing her blouse – off it came, and the bra followed to reveal smallish, apple-sized tits, very perky with very aroused brown nipples. While I sucked and nibbled on one of her tits, I was sliding her tights and panties down her legs with my other hand, and she was jerking eagerly on my cock with one hand.
“I want to fuck you in your skirt, Mishia” I gasped, as she ripped off the tights herself in her eagerness to open her legs for me... and I pushed her gently back onto the bed, still smothering her tits in kisses, and fingering her very wet pussy.
“Please fuck me... fuck me now..” gasped Mishia. “I have not been fucked for a while now”
And with her sexy thighs wide-open, I slid my very stiff cock gently up into her very wet cunt. I cupped a hand under her trim sexy buttocks to lift her as I teased my way into her tightness, but she was so horny that I was almost instantly slipping in and out as her eager body moved hungrily up to meet every thrust. She hooked both legs around my back and we fucked hungrily and urgently for about two or three minutes. Mishia began to whimper, rising slowly to a steady moan, and I began kissing her mouth to quieten her – suddenly she was moaning “Oh Fuck Oh Fuck Oh Fuck Oh Fuck “ – It was so erotic to hear this cute demure receptionist saying “Fuck” so passionately in such a sexy Indian accent, that I came instantly....
We lay embraced on my bed for a while, as she told me a bit about herself – she was not married, and had turned down several suitors that her parents had suggested, and now, aged 23, they had got the message. She had often fantasised about fucking the business men at the hotel, but this was the first time she had been brave enough....
She then sat astride me, hair framing her beautiful eyes, firm tits bouncing slightly as we fucked again – she came loudly, this time yelling “please fuck my cunt” and I was sure the room next door would hear.
Then, a quick shower, and she dressed. “Tomorrow, if you want, I can bring a bag and stay the night – if I am not seen, no one will know” .
The very thought made my still cumdrenched cock jerk against her skirt. She stepped away with a laugh, then bent down and licked my shaft clean. I wanted to cum in her mouth, but she stood up suddenly and smiled – “Tomorrow night?”
And so the following week went by. She sneaked overnight bags in most nights, and her eager hungry cunt became my room service. I fucked her doggystyle with her pretty face buried in the pillow, I fucked her standing in the doorway, I fucked her pretty face, I finger fucked her cunt slyly one day in the lift, and I fucked her up the arse - she was lovely. Mostly, we just screwed each other until morning, by which time she would have to shower, change and sneak out a back way.
We still keep in touch – the lovely Mishia is now more adventurous since I left and has fucked a few guys in their rooms. Lets hope she does not get found out.
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Posted on : Jan 19, 2017
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