Jane paused in her hotel room and listened intently --she could definitely hear water running in her bathroom somewhere above her head, and the water continued to drip from the ceiling onto the floor. "Damn, I'll have to call the front desk," she said to herself.
She had just had a shower and she was standing, stark naked, in front of the mirror in her bathroom brushing her teeth. She had had a great shower and she had carefully soaped up every part of her body, every delightful curve and crevice, every part of her she could reach and she had shaved everything she could. She had paid particular care to shaving her pussy area so that she was now as smooth as the day she was born. She always got a kick out of shaving her sex -- it was such delicate work and it virtually always got her thinking about having sex. Today was no exception so that by the time she stepped out of the shower she was ready to masturbate even though she did not really have the time.
Then she heard the running water and felt the cold drops of water on her back. She stepped out of the stream of drops and brushed her teeth thoroughly. She felt really aroused now. The sight of her stunning naked body in the still slightly steamy mirror, her feelings of extreme cleanliness and her tingling pussy induced by the gentle pull of the razor over her groin induced the familiar feeling of wetness and a desire for satisfaction. First things first though.
"Hello," she said as the man at the front desk picked up the phone
"Hello Ms. Carter, what can I do for you?" the man said. Jane explained about the water.
"Oh, OK, our engineers are busy right now -- is it leaking badly?' Jane explained that it all depended on what was bad. Water was not flowing over into the room, but if left for a couple of hours it certainly would be.
"Right, I'll tell you what, I'll send the floor manager up to check it out, and he can report back. Don't worry we'll get it fixed."
"Thanks, `bye," Jane replaced the phone and she went back into the bathroom. She put a towel on the floor to soak up the water, stepped onto it, and proceeded to dry her hair. The hair dryer felt good on her scalp and although her hair was now longer than it used to be, falling down and almost reaching her shoulders, it took a surprisingly little time to dry. In the mirror her naked smooth, hard, body looked back at her -- suffused with a nice shower-induced color. Her pert breasts and flat stomach, her now smooth groin and the top of her curvaceous thighs. If she looked carefully she could see the edge of her love slit. She put down the dryer and touched the tip of her finger on her clitoris. It felt very good. She moved her finger and started masturbating, her finger made gentle circles over her clit.
"Ummm," Jane moaned to herself and she sat up on the marble counter in front of the mirror where the sink was, lifting her feet up onto the marble too. In the mirror she could see her lovely legs now in their full length, her strong well-exercised calves and her hard thighs, her hand and fingers vanishing in between them. She moved her finger faster and she began to feel her own wetness replace and drive out the shower's residual wetness. Her breathing accelerated as she felt herself becoming very aroused, "Yes, yes..." she muttered to herself as she felt the pleasure begin in earnest. She was going to enjoy this -- nothing much better than cumming over herself in the mirror, "God, I'm a narcissist," she thought.
The knock on the door instantly made her leap up and run as fast as she could for her robe. Where the hell was it, she thought desperately.
"Hello? This is the manager, I've come to see your water leak." There was another knock, "Hello?"
"Coming! Don't come in yet, I'm coming..." Jane's voice was clearly stressed, she could not remember whether she had closed the dead bolt, and she did not want anyone coming in and finding her totally naked. Unable to find her robe, she was petrified at the idea of being caught in the nude. She knew from bitter experience how staff often come straight into a room with hardly a pause, if they cannot hear you. She rushed into the bathroom and, taking a towel, wrapped it around her chest. It only just covered her ass and pussy. Hoping to heaven that it would stay on her, she opened the door. The deadbolt was not closed she noticed.
The manager smiled and Jane smiled back somewhat sheepishly.
"May I come in, sorry to disturb you. Were you in the shower?" The manager was clearly a little embarrassed, "I'll come back, but I don't want a flood..."
Jane was surprised for some reason that the manager was a women, but quite why she did not know.
"Oh no, don't mind me, I've finished my shower. Come in," Jane opened the door and the women swept in, and pulled the door closed behind her.
Jane felt awkward and, what was worse, the women was looking her up and down, making her feel rather like a naughty school girl. The manager was highly attractive, and was wearing a smart suit and black heels. She was blonde, and in very nice shape indeed. Her light blue eyes looked up and down Jane's superb body or what she could see of it.
"Umm, sorry about disturbing you....you look, um, as though you might need to get dressed." The manager smiled and showed lovely white teeth. Jane felt her towel slipping and her hand went up to prevent it from slipping off. Jane could see the women looking at her legs. They looked hard, well shaped and sexy and the manager could almost see Jane's slit -- an inch more and her sex would have been visible.
"It's OK. Yes, I was having a shower, but I finished just before you knocked," Jane stammered in embarrassment. She could feel her wetness from before, and hoped to god it was not visible. "It's in here," Jane waved them both into the bathroom.
Jane hovered, holding her towel while the manager felt the water on the floor with her fingers, crouching down on the floor. The blonde's eyes looked at Jane's thighs again and it occurred to Jane that she must now be able to see her slit and pussy as she squatted lower. Jane moved so that her thighs were together, barring any possible pussy-viewing. Jane felt sexual tension: surely the blonde was not interested in her body? Can one not even check into a hotel and not meet some dyke? She could see the black, hose-clad knees of the blonde as she felt the water. Nice legs, thought Jane.
The manager stood up. "I'm going to check the ceiling," she said and went out of the room returning shortly afterwards with a chair. She stood on the chair and Jane could now see her thighs under her just-above-the knee skirt. Very nice, thought Jane. The blonde had a lovely body indeed, no question about it. Jane could see the smooth black hose on her legs vanishing up underneath the women's skirt. Jane felt some wetness start and she locked her legs together all the more.
"Can you hold the chair, while I touch the ceiling?" the manager asked, "I don't want the chair to fall."
Jane said she would and she went over and held the chair. The manager's hands explored the ceiling. It really was wet, anyone could see it. Jane was now standing right next to the women's thighs and legs, and Jane began to feel intense sexual anticipation and tension. Jane realized that this might simply be her fantasies, but it was so real she could almost touch it. She could feel the wetness of her sex, and she wondered whether, under that tight wool skirt, the blonde might not be feeling the same.
The blonde looked down, and her blue eyes looked into Jane's light brown ones. "Will you help me down?"
Jane put out her hand and the manager's hand grasped it. Jane felt the women's soft hand and noticed the rings on her finger. She's married she thought; oh well it was just me.
"You have a leak for sure, I'll get the engineers to come as a priority..." Her sentence died in her mouth. She was still holding Jane's hand. Both of their hands were well manicured, but the manager's was complete with bright red nail polish that supplemented her deep red lipstick. The blonde was very pretty too Jane thought -- high,. wide cheekbones. The two bodies were very close, and Jane felt as if she might as well have been totally naked in front of the women. Jane pressed her hand.
"Umm, OK, I had better get dressed then before anyone else gets to see me with nothing on..." Jane's comment was provocative, and she felt a surge of moisture. She flushed, and her stomach was in her mouth. They looked at each other: the blonde's eyes seemed to be trying to say something.
"Yes, you had better I suppose, they will be up pretty soon, maybe 20 minutes. Will that be OK?" She sounded reticent and their hands separated. Jane stepped outside and the manager saw the edge of her hard ass under the towel. Jane heard the blonde breathing as she left the bathroom
Jane was a little surprised. She had thought that something might happen and she felt a stab of disappointment, but on the other hand, she really did have to get dressed and on with the day.
"'Bye. Thanks very much for all your help," Jane smiled her million dollar smile, and the blonde nodded, "You're welcome," as she left the room.
Jane looked at her walking down the corridor. Yes, she was very nice indeed. She could see the manager's ass swaying, and she agreed with herself that she has quite some body under that closely fitted suit.
She closed the door, dropped her towel, and went back into the bathroom. She absent-mindedly brushed her hair, the towels on the floor were getting quite wet. She noticed that the water was soon going to start pooling.
She heard the door open and close and, suddenly behind her, in the mirror was the manager.
"Sorry. I simply must have you, I can't stop thinking about you -- I simply must fuck you, sorry."
Before Jane could do anything, the blonde grabbed her by the shoulders, and she pressed her mouth over Jane's. Jane felt the blonde's tongue, and then those well manicured fingers touched her on her inner thigh and, traveling upwards, ever upwards, she felt the nails stroking her labia and clitoris. Jane gasped and cried out, "Ohh!" as she saw the blonde's mouth now bend down and start sucking her right nipple. The blonde maneuvered Jane roughly so that she was sitting on the marble sink counter again. The surface felt cold on her bare ass, but Jane didn't care, and she wrapped her smooth legs around the blonde as the blonde's fingers began to fuck her as Jane cried out in her surprise.
"You are so hot, I must fuck you, oh god you are hot. I don't know why I didn't do this when I was here before, oh god you taste so good, umm.." said the women breathlessly as she worked on the wet pussy and erect hard nipples in front of her. Jane could not believe how fast this was all happening. The blonde's face now buried itself in between her thighs and Jane squealed when she felt her tongue push itself into her pussy. Her back was now hard up against the mirror and Jane held her ankles as she pulled her legs as wide as she could to allow the blonde to feed on her sex. The blonde now knelt down on the floor and she was making a lot of loud sucking noises as she sucked and licked Jane's, by now soaking, pussy.
"Cum, baby, cum you beauty..." Jane needed no encouragement. Hands were on her, pulling and rubbing her labia and clitoris and she could feel the blonde's lips sucking and licking her slit with an intensity that was extraordinary.
"Ohhhh. I'm cumming, yes, yes, yes," Jane loudly cried out as she came. The blonde's fingers closed and squeezed Jane's hard nipples and stiff clitoris as she kept up her penetration with her tongue. Jane trembled and thrashed like an animal as the manager brought her to a powerful climax.
As soon as the ecstasy was over, the manager took Jane by the hand, and dragged her out of the bathroom, then threwing her on the bed. Jane struggled, and she managed to get a hand up the blonde's skirt, but the manager's hose did not allow her hand onto the blonde's pussy.
"Don't try and do me, you naughty girl, I do the fucking, not you!" Jane was strong, but the blonde started spanking Jane's ass. It really hurt. The blonde's hand continued to smack Jane's hard, round, ass. She was now astride Jane, so that her thighs were over Jane's back holding her down on the mattress. Jane's breasts and nipples felt like they were ready to burst as they pushed down on the sheets. Looking to each side, Jane could see the women's calves, ankles and black heels on either side of her head.
Now the blonde's thrashing became more powerful, and Jane's ass began to glow with heat and pain.
"You are naughty, naughty, tempting me, you dirty girl, take this...and that,"
The blonde knew how much Jane was enjoying it though, because with the other hand she would draw her palm across Jane's dripping engorged pussy. Every time she struck those incomparable buttocks, Jane moaned and her pussy became redder and wetter. After five minutes, and a spank that the women managed to aim so that her fingers struck Jane's pussy at the same time as her buttocks, the gorgeous brunette screamed out in pain and climaxed at the same time. Jane lifted her shoulders, her legs curling up, as she came, almost throwing the blonde to the floor.
Jane was now drooling from her mouth as her climax drew to a close, and the manager stepped off the recumbent naked body, straightened her jacket, tights and skirt. Kneeling down, she not only pushed her index finger up as far as it would go into Jane's cunt, she said into the sweating girl's ear, "You had really better get dressed as the engineers will be here in about five minutes to fix your leak. Well not this leak," she said showing Jane her finger dripping with Jane's juices, "but the real one in there. If they find you like this they may want their wicked way with you. Thanks very much for making my morning! You are a hot piece. You won't report me will you?" Jane shook her head. "Thanks darling." She kissed Jane sensually on the mouth and twisted her finger inside her again, eliciting an answering moan and a "You're welcome," from Jane.
With that the women turned on her heels and let herself out.
Jane pulled on some clothes and was just dressed and presentable when the engineers came to fix her bathroom. What a morning thought Jane as she left her room.