hotel receptionists (part two).

This story has been removed due to impending publication with House of Erotica.  It will be available soon in their hotel themed anthology, "Going Down".

*SPICY TEASER*

         The next time Jenny and I work together, I decide to bring it up.  We're behind the counter, as per usual; dealing with an "en masse" check in.  A tour, or something.
        "Thank you!  Next, please!"  She says in her overly cheery voice.
        "So, I've been meaning to talk to you," I say, between guests.  She smiles, sensing my awkwardness, seeing right through me.
       "Uh huh..."
       "I thought, that if we both enjoyed ourselves the other day..."
       "Yes..."
       "Hi there.  Oguchi?  Room 407.  Here are your keys."
       "Don't leave me hanging," she whispers.  "Hello!  Let's see.  You're in room 425.  Enjoy your stay!"
        "Well, I just thought that we should..."
        "That we should...?"
        "Do it again, maybe."
        "Next, please!"
        "Today.  Or whenever..."
        "Haha.  You vixen.  Once you go snatch, you never go back," she whispers, teasing me.  "Hi there!  Hori.  H-O-R-I?  Great, room 428!"  Then, adds, "Hey, that should be your last name!"
        "Very funny.  So...?"
        "Of course.  Can't stop thinking about you," she winks.
        "Next!"
 
       

mile high.

       **This entry has been been removed due to publication with House of Erotica (www.houseoferoticabooks.com).  You can find it in a mile high themed anthology, entitled, "The Landing Strip".  To purchase this book, please go to the Amazon page at the following address:

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       SAUCY TIDBIT:

       "Ok! We're in the air. What's up?"

       "What are you wearing?"

       "Haha, oh wouldn't you like to know!" 

       "What class are you in?"

       "Why?"

       "Middle class, with a tan trench coat?"  I don't respond for a moment.  He continues with, "I'm on the same flight."  My phone vibrates with another text from my pen pal, Dan.

        "Still there?  I think I saw you.  For real."

hotel receptionists (part one).

This story has been removed due to impending publication with House of Erotica.  It will be available soon in their hotel themed anthology, "Going Down".

   


*SEXY TIDBIT*

   
      "Manager said we're on break," she says slyly.  She has something behind her back.
      "How long do we have?"  I ask, innocently.  She reveals a room key, letting it dangle in front of her.
      "A half hour."

     

loving anal.

I want to try anal sex with my boyfriend.

I know, I know.  I know what it looks like.  But it’s not a split second decision this time, I swear!  Perhaps for the first time in my life, I’m in a loving relationship; have been for almost a year now, and well, we’ve been experimenting a bit.  Nothing too crazy or kinky; it’s more that, I just feel like we are finally becoming comfortable enough in the bedroom to slow down and really start listening to each other.  And in the process, he’s been giving me some attention down there.  I have to say, I find it very pleasurable.  At times.  It’s tricky.  Let me explain.  

It started with my boyfriend, Thomas, going down on me.  It would drive me crazy to have him lick my clitoris, and feel the bottom of my pussy with his fingertips.  Just laying two fingers at the bottom of my opening, solely under the pressure of their own weight, was enough to drive me wild.  Soon, I found myself enjoying when Thomas would rub the area between my pussy and my ass very lightly.  Apparently, there is a whole circuit of nerves down there that I wasn’t aware of!  I googled it.  Some women are more sensitive on their perineum, then any other part of their body.  But that wasn’t the only thing I enjoyed about it.  Every so often, while massaging this area, Thomas would, ever so slightly, graze my asshole.  It surprised me very much that I didn’t mind.  And not only that, I soon found myself craving him touching me there.  So much so, that this became the new game for me: while Thomas lovingly licked me and tickled my pussy, I was getting off thinking of how badly I wanted him to touch my ass, and came sometimes solely from him mistakenly brushing it with the side of his hand.  I even masturbating thinking about it, and alone in my bed with my vibrator on my clit, I could feel myself bearing down, and almost reaching out with my ass right before I came. 
 Wow, I thought.  I need to tell him about this.

  “Baby, you’re driving me crazy!”  I exclaim, the next time he’s licking me.  I rotate my pelvis further forward, almost curling myself into a ball, trying to expose myself to him.  “Uuggghh!”  Perhaps out of pure exhaustion, I let my stomach muscles relax a moment, laying flat, then thrust forward again, leaving his hand a step behind.  Lingering on my ass.  “Yeah, baby,” I breathe, already feeling like I could come.  “Touch me there.”  He gives me exactly what I’ve been craving: his lovely light gesturing fingertips, and I don’t exactly stick around long enough to enjoy it.  I come hard and fast, with the fury of all my recent fantasies, and it’s so aggressive, that Thomas can’t help but laughing. 

        “Wow, baby,” he smiles.  “That was a crazy one.  You like that?”  Still out of breath, I smile, groping for him beside me.
       “Oh yeah.  That was perfect.  I’ve been dreaming about that.  Literally.”  He raises his eyebrow, with an inquisitively look in his eye.
       “Oh really? What have you been dreaming about?”  I laugh, in my post orgasmic glow.
       "I don’t know exactly.  But, it seems to be the only thing I can think about lately.”  
       “Okay,” he says, nodding, processing the information.  “I’ll try some things.”  

Soon, being touched on my asshole, moves on to putting a finger inside.  When he does it, it doesn’t initially feel pleasurable, but it always make me come in the end, regardless.  Touching the outside easily sends waves of pleasure throughout my body, but when he’s inside, it’s almost as if you have to get past the uncomfortable part, to get to the orgasm.  It’s only when I fully relax and open that part, deep inside, that it happens.  It often feels foreign, and forced, right up until the moment I come, like a doctor’s exam, only with a happy ending.  I’ve even purchased a small butt plug for myself, when I masturbate.  I dislike putting it in and taking it out, but the middle part is enough to keep me coming back again, and again.  The thought of Thomas burrowing inside, trying to reach that special spot, remains wildly erotic for me, and there’s an added mental element of it being taboo, as well.  I wonder if the orgasm comes from what I happen to be thinking at the moment, rather than what’s being done to me. If I’m actually opening up and letting him inside as I say, or it is just the thought of doing it that makes me come.  In any case, my clitoris is still being stimulated, which makes the experience highly sexual, despite any reservations.  We try some role play.

“I know this is going to feel a little weird, but I really need to massage you here, Okay?”  Naughty Masseuse, we’re finding, really helps to bridge the gap.
         “Okay,” I hesitantly respond, in character of course, using my vibe on my clit this time.  
         “People have so much tension here, you have no idea.”  He touches me on my ass, lightly massaging the outside of it with a bit of lube of his fingers.  The sensation leaves every part of me straining to be touched.  I think they call it, “good tension”.  Placing a small amount of pressure, he uses the pads of two fingers in a circular motion over me.  “I know this isn’t usually done, but it’s very important, okay?”  I moan; concentrating, buckling down, getting in the zone.
         “Mmmm. Okay.” 
         “You just have to relax it for me, Okay?  Only when it’s nice and soft, can I continue.”  I take a deep, relaxing breath, resting my face next to his, beside me.  I like it when he talks about what he’s doing to me, and have told him so.  I feel my ass open up, almost reaching towards his hand.  When he notices a change in my body, he says, “Good.  That’s perfect.  You’re doing very well.”  This kind of talk turns me on so much, it wouldn’t matter what he was doing to me.  “Now, I’m going to massage inside.  I know it won’t feel very good, but I need you to do it.”  
        “Ohhhhh, yeah,” I sigh, turning the vibrator up slightly. 
        “I’m going to go very slowly, because it’s important that you keep relaxing it, okay?”  He says, squeezing more lube onto his finger.  He begins to tunnel his way in, in a circular motion, seemingly massaging the walls as he does so. 
         “Oohhhh,” I breathe, as I bear down on his finger.  
         “I just need to you relax and let me in, okay?  I need you to open right up for me, so I can get inside.”  Oh my god, he is so good at this.  “I’m going to put more in, okay?  I can’t quite get there with one finger.  You’re too tight.  I need to make this nice and loose.” 
         “Fuuuuuuuuck,” I moan, trying to do as he asks.  It feels as if he’s almost there.  He’s almost touching that spot.  I just need to.  Oh.  I just need to.  Just then, as I’m trying to navigate it, he forces another finger in, and I can’t believe how full it feels. The thought of my asshole stretching open brings me over the edge, and I have such an intense orgasm, that apparently, I scream out.  I have no recollection.  

"Baby!!”  Thomas exclaims, afterwards, laughing.  “You’re amazing.” 
          “Was that okay?”  I ask, conscious of how much time and work it’s becoming to make me reach orgasm.
          “It was amazing,” he responds, lifting my face, and planting a kiss on my lips.  “Did you have a good orgasm, baby?”    

The fantasy of anal play continues to monopolize my thoughts, and my mind soon moves to having Thomas’ cock in there.  But, as much pleasure as I’m getting from anal play now, it still makes me nervous.  This time, however, I’m sure it will be different.  I’ve had anal sex before with a couple old boyfriends, and we never had the kind of foreplay, communication, or quite frankly, love, that Thomas and I engage in now.  Just kind of a split decision that they did in the heat of the moment, resulting in it not being terribly pleasurable for me.  But, I think Thomas and I can do it with much better results.  I’ve been reading on it.  Lots of straight women enjoy anal sex with their partners nowadays, and some can even come from it, if done properly.  And I think I could, too.  What Thomas and I have been doing in the bedroom certainly suggests it.  And once I get my mind on something, I don’t know why, but I just have to do it.    

“We have to go really slow.  Maybe we can start with the tip, and I can let you know when you can give me more?” 
         “Sure, baby.  Whatever you want,” Thomas responds warmly.  We’ve had the usual foreplay, with me using my vibrator on my pussy, and him playing with my ass.  He actually put three fingers in this time, and it was feeling really relaxed and open.  I think I’m really learning how to do it.  And I think that when it comes to anal sex, the fact that I’ll have my vibrator on my clit this time, will make a huge difference. 
         “Can you just rub your cock against me for a while?”
        “Yeah, baby,” he says smiling, getting behind me in a spoon position.  
        “Can you kiss me?” I ask, wanted to keep relaxed and in a state of arousal.  I turn my head to meet his mouth, and he gives me a few warm, wet kisses.  I rest my head back down, as he continues to kiss the back of my neck, and shoulders.  “That’s nice, baby,” I sigh into the pillow.  I turn the vibrator up a setting, as I feel his cock rubbing against my ass.  “Mmmmm.  Just do that for a little while, baby.”  He reaches around and touches my breast, nuzzling his face into my back.  I feel the head of his cock fumbling around between my cheeks, I reach back, touching the length of his torso, pulling him against me.
          “I want to feel your body against me,” I breathe, as he spoons me completely, and I feel the warmth of him on my back, butt, and thighs.  I rotate my hips back into him, and he presses back.  I can feel his hard cock sandwiched between us, and I reach down to grab his hip as we press ourselves into each other.  I want to feel as much of him as possible against me right now, and I savour the hug.  With the vibe on my pussy, it feels sensual, and safe.
         “Why don’t you put some lube on your cock, baby?  And rub it around my ass?”  
         “Mmmm,” he moans, kissing my ear.  “I love you.”  I feel his absence from the back of me, as he parts to grab the bottle.  

I continue to breathe deeply, reminding him to use more than he thinks we’ll need.  “Too much is just enough, they say,” I quip, and he laughs.  
            "I can always add more as we go,” he says, kissing my shoulder.  “Let’s just see how this goes first.”  I take another breath, concentrating on the sensations from the vibrator, and I suddenly feel his lubed cock slide over my ass.  I rub myself with the vibe, and try to relax my asshole, making it soft.  When I do, the tip of his dick dips in ever so slightly.
            “Ohhh,” I moan.  “That’s nice, baby.  Keep doing that for a bit.  I like the way that feels.”  He lets it slip in couple more times, and dirty talks in my ear.
             "I want you to keep it open while I do this, okay?  Keep it nice and open so that my cock slides right in, without even trying.”  I turn my head to kiss him; giving my tongue, and taking his.  Every part of me feels warm and wet.  I want him so badly. 
             “Can you give me the tip, and hold it there, baby?”  He repositions himself on his elbow, and I feel it enter, just like before, then it sort of pops in, and it’s too much.  Then it slips out.  “A little less, baby.”  
             “Okay, I’ll try.”  I massage myself harder with the vibe, moving it down to the opening of my pussy, and back up again, drawing moisture upwards.  

I feel the tip of his dick position over me, go in slightly to where it feels good, then falls out again.  “It’s okay, baby,” I soothe, “It feels good when you do that.  That much feels good.”  He rubs his cock over my asshole again, approaching it from another angle, but it slides right back out.  “Ooohh, that’s nice baby.”  I feel like it might be a little frustrating for him to do this, but I want him to know that this is part of the foreplay for me, and that having his cock playing around my ass like that feels great. 
             “I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold it in,” he says. “It’s got to be really hard.”  I feel slighted for a moment, that the thought of fucking me in the ass isn’t enough for him, but he finishes, “I’m just nervous that I’m going to hurt you.” 
             “Oh, baby.  Don’t worry,” I turn to him, kissing him on the mouth soothingly, but determined.  “Just give me as little as you can, then.  And hold it there, okay?”
            “Okay,” he says, leaning back to put a little more lube on his cock.  He leans back into me, and I feel it pop in, then push slightly, stretching me uncomfortably. 
            “Okay, okay!” I say, perhaps a little too alarmingly.  Adding, “It’s ok, just don’t move.”  I furiously rub the vibe on myself, as I try to relax around his cock.  A couple minutes go by, and I try to get in the mind frame of when he plays with my ass with his fingers.  I try to bear down on it, almost pushing towards it.
            “I don’t know how long I can do this for,” Thomas says, slipping out already, then compensating by pushing in a little more. 
            “Oh,” the syllable jumps from my mouth.  “Move in and out a bit, then,” I say encouragingly, not yet wanting to give up.  “See how that feels.”  He minutely thrusts, very slowly, and I keep my ass as open as I can.  He moves in and out of me, and it feels like it could get to pleasurable.  Maybe.  Oh.  Maybe, maybe.  If I can just.  Oh.  Just.  He speeds up a bit, and I feel my muscles stop engaging.  I stop pushing and bearing down, but it doesn’t matter, he continues to thrust easily, because there’s so much lube.  I put my hand on his hip to stop him.  “Okay.  Pull out, baby.  Slowly.”     

“Are you okay?”  Thomas asks, lovingly.  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 
          “No, no, baby,”  I’m quick to add.  “I’m fine.”  But I feel myself collapsed flat on the bed, unwilling to move.  My body feels quite expended.  He reaches to rub my back.
          “What’s wrong, baby?  Are you okay?”  
          “I’m fine, baby.  Don’t worry,” I respond, but unable to get up and shake it off quite yet.  He sees my tired face.
           "Oh, baby.  I’m sorry.  I thought ...”  I reach up, eyes closed, and put my hand in his hair. 
          “I know.  It’s my fault.  Don’t worry.  Come here.”  He brings his face towards mine, burying it into the pillow, near my ear.  
          “You’re not hurt, are you?  Oh baby...”  
         “Shhhh, no.  I’m just tired.  It was just, a lot.”  I feel cold, suddenly, like I’m coming down with something. 
         “Oh baby, why did we do that?  I feel so bad,” he says, holding me, rubbing my cool skin with his warm hand.  Why did I do that?  I’m so stupid; I feel like I just gave birth!  He makes a move for the covers.  
          “We should clean up,” I say before he can. “Let’s take a hot shower together.”             

In the warmth of the shower, I shiver a bit, and Thomas stands and holds me under the stream of water until I stop.  “I don’t want to do that again anytime soon,” he says, slowly rocking the hug side to side. 
            “Oh, baby,”  I say, feeling more like myself.  “I’m fine.  But, no,” I laugh, “We don’t need to do that.”  
            “I hope you don’t feel that I pressured you in any way,” he says. 
            “No,” I respond, lifting my head from his chest.  “Of course not.  If anything, I pressured myself into it.”  He pulls me close again, with his chin resting on my head.
           “Oh, baby,” he says, “I just want you to be happy.  I don’t need anything.  I don’t want anything else.  You give me everything I need.”  We hug tightly, under the warm shower head.  
           “I love you,” I say, looking up into his eyes.  He leans down for a closed mouth kiss, but I feel myself wanting his warm tongue.  Our lips part, and I swirl mine into his mouth, pulling his face into me with my hands.  His erection is back almost instantly, and I relish finally grabbing it in my hand.  He puts his arms around me, and I’m so relieved and happy to be face to face with him again.  I continue to kiss him deeply, grabbing the soap to liberally lather his cock.  He leans forward with his hips, head tilting back in pleasure.  He massages my slippery, soapy breasts for a moment, but realizes I want to do something for him, now.  I love the feeling of his hard cock in my hand, and I jerk it until he shoots half way across the shower.  

        Just like usual.  

submission.

      I need to find a new job.


      And, fast.  My cell phone has been cut off due to lack of payment, my fridge is empty except for the condiments, and I can't afford the coin laundry in my building, so I'm hand washing all my clothes in the bathtub.  My dog thinks I'm crazy.  He's the only thing in this closet-sized apartment not being completely and utterly neglected.  Not to mention the most obvious sign that I'm completely broke; I'm behind on three months of rent.  I've been throwing out the late notices I get in the mail before the words have a chance to sink into my subconscious, and wreck my positive outlook on the universe.  It'll work out.  It always does.

      I got fired from my last job, due to a variety of unlucky circumstances.  One time, my dog kept me up all night because of a thunderstorm, and would only quiet when I slept with him in the bathtub.  Well, I forgot to bring my alarm clock into the bathroom, and was so tired I slept through the entire shift, not to mention a dozen phone calls from my boss.  Another time, I dropped a glass of water on the floor, right before I was going to leave for work.  I had to clean it up, making sure I didn't leave any glass anywhere for my dog to cut himself on.  Or ingest.  It took almost an hour to clean up while simultaneously trying to keep him away from the shards on the floor.  Can you imagine if he got hurt from it?  I would die!  He's my best friend, and the only thing in my life that makes me truly happy.  Lastly, and probably more importantly, I just wasn't their best employee.  I rarely am.

      There's also something else I can't quite put my finger on.  My boss was nice, don't get me wrong, but there was something about the way she treated me.  Like I was a pity case.  She always took my side and tried to help me out, even when I was in the wrong.  There was nothing I could do that would make her angry towards me.  The odd time she was passive aggressive, and sometimes she was clearly frustrated, but still wouldn't say so.  Maybe I need someone that will be more direct with me.  Maybe I just play better with guys.

      So, I hand out some resumes, and begin my journey towards the land of employment!  I know I shouldn't bother restaurants with resumes during lunch or dinner (also, it shows a lack of experience in the industry), but unfortunately those are the only times my dog naps comfortably at home.  I only submit resumes to those restaurants that, after a brief look around, are a complete madhouse during these hours.  I operate well in chaos.

      There's a hostess, but I see a better opportunity walking behind her. "Excuse me!"  I say past her, to a distressed manager, that looks like he's on his way to yell at the kitchen for a certain table's appetizer.
      "Yeah?" He answers skeptically, slowing down slightly, but making a point not to stop and talk to me.  Usually, you can spot someone dropping off a resume a mile away; the business casual clothing, overly cheery disposition, folder in hand.  Luckily, I didn't brush my hair today, I'm wearing something I found on the floor of my apartment, and my resumes are in a crinkly ball in the bottom of my bag.  I probably smell like dog pee.

      "Are you hiring?"  I shout through the din.  
      "Leave it with the hostess," he answers, shaking his head in distain, continuing his beeline to the kitchen.  I wait; I have nowhere to be.  My dog is napping.  The hostess looks at me expectantly, and I smile funnily, trying to sway her to my cause.  She rolls her eyes.  When the manager comes back out, hurriedly stomping past the hostess stand and balancing three plates on his arms, I yell behind him, "Are you though?!  Hiring?!"  He glances back with a confused and annoyed look on his face, but pays me no mind.  The hostess' face changes as she professionally greets an older couple with a reservation, and turns to take them to their seats.  I decide here and now, that not only is this the job for me, but that man is the boss for me.  I make my move.

     I discreetly grab a pepper mill from the server station, and run to catch up.  "Fresh ground pepper?" I say after he delivers each plate.  His jaw drops to say something, his eyes narrow in skepticism.  I grind the pepper with a flourish, and finish with an enthusiastic, "Bon appetite!"  He pulls me into the hallway.

      "What are you, crazy?!"  He says, bewildered.
      "It's debatable," I answer honestly.  "But, I can start right now.  Looks like your food runner didn't show up."  He thinks it over, then takes off his suit jacket, and throws it to me.
       "The seating chart's in the kitchen.  But, do something about your hair," he adds.  "You look homeless."

      My new friend and I get along famously.  Rick; Richard for long, but I call him Dick.  He hires me as a busser, the least profitable floor position.  I do my best for a couple weeks, ensuring that I keep the job, but then I get bored with the consistency.  Making less money than everyone else doesn't bother me.  In fact, I see it as an invitation to depart from the cookie cutter of conformity, and offer my particular brand of creative and quirky service.  Also, it attracts Rick.  He sees me doing a tap dance to entertain one of the tables, and yanks me into the hallway.  "Traditionally, it's done with a cane," I joke.    
       "If you're bored, I'll give you something to do," he threatens.  I know he means something like cleaning the crust off the mustard bottles, but I prefer to think that he's coming on to me.  I give him a dramatic salute.
       "Aye, aye, Dick!"
       "I'm serious," he counters.  "And next time, wear deodorant!  Or take a shower.  One or the other."  I've pushed him.  I thrive on our flirting.  

      The next shift, Rick considers my appearance too offensive to remain in front of house.  Dry cleaning my uniform became too expensive considering what I make, and I forgot my dress shoes at home.  Having already hired me as the lowest possible position on the serving staff, he announces at the morning meeting, in front of everyone, that I will not be on the floor at all today.  "Jill will be exclusively helping with the servers' side duties.  From the kitchen.  Now, you can act like as much of a retard as you like, Jill!"  The servers snicker, but I don't feel embarrassed.  In fact, I feel oddly alright with this.  He must be hurting inside to behave with so much bravado.  I feel closer to him, recognizing that.  I stare at Rick as he finishes the rest of the meeting, feeling the corner of my mouth form an affectionate smile.

      I don a hair net, and get to work.  I wrap cutlery in paper napkins, I fill ramekins with condiments, I fold cloth napkins, I polish glasses.  I stock the server stations, I brew coffee, I make runs down to the storage room.  The work isn't too hard, and I spend the shift singing loudly to anyone who'll listen.  After I'm done my duties, I knock on Rick's office door.  It's immediately attached to the kitchen.

      "What now?"  He whines.
      "I'm done everything.  Maybe I could reorganize the stations?  Unless you had something else for me to do..."  I wink dramatically.  He shakes his head, almost as if he's trying to shoo the image from his mind.
       "No.  I mean, yes.  Do the stations.  Just don't fuck it up.  Ask the dishwasher for gloves and cleaner."  He seems nervous with me, in the small room.  I linger for a little too long, feeling something in me stir.  "Are you deaf, too?  Go!"

      The server stations have deep shelves, low to the ground, so it's no wonder they never get cleaned.  I get on my knees, apron covering them, with yellow rubber gloves in hand.  I take everything off the shelf, and put it all on trays for easy removal next time.  I think about Rick.  Dick, ha ha!  He sure puts up a nasty front.  But, I feel that there's something good in him, deep down.  Not only that, but I feel something between us.  An energy.  Something beneath the role play, that maybe he's afraid to explore?  The lowest shelf eats up most of my torso as I clean towards the back of it.  I picture Rick watching me do this menial task, and I notice my back arch and my ass stick out.  I hum a tune, and the echo in the small space is pleasing.  "Crazy, crazy for feelin' so lonelyyyyyy!"  My hips sway, and I feel sexy, not despite my garb, but because of it.  I picture Rick standing over me, ordering me to scrub the very back.  I picture him watching my bobbing ass in this ridiculous outfit, getting pleasure from the sight of me at his feet.  "I'm craaaazy for trying, craaaaazy for lying, and crazy for loving yoooouuuu," I croon.
      "Jill!"  His voice booms.  I bump my head, and retract my upper half back into the real world.
      "Ow.  Good acoustics in there!"  I remark, remaining on my knees, looking up at him.
      "I need you to..."  He hesitates.  "Stay late."
      "Sure, boss!  More cleaning?"
      "Yes.  The dishwasher is going home sick."  He looks behind him, paranoid that someone might see him speaking civilly to me.  "I'd appreciate your help."
      "Ok," I say, for once not willing or able to come up with a smart ass remark.  "No problem."  He nods, awkwardly ending the first real conversation we've ever had.

      The dish pit is a mess, and servers give me condescending looks as they add to it.  I scrape, rinse, wash, and sanitize for what seems like hours, but the only thing that really bothers me is the harsh chemicals on my hands.  I remain in my jovial mood, looking forward to the moment Rick and I are alone.  I bring the pads of my fingers closer to inspect the damage, but I hear the squeak of his shoe, and look up to see him standing there.
      "The look is becoming, don't you think?!" I quip.    He looks me up and down, from hairnet, to soaked apron, to smelly running shoes.
      "It suits you," he responds, looking oddly serious.  I laugh.
      "Ok... I assume you mean that as an insult!"
      "Uh... Yes.  Yeah."  He stands there awkwardly.
      "Time to go?  Or is there something else you would like me to do?" I say the last part not as obvious or jokey as I usually do, but as an honest offer.  I would do anything he asks.
      "You'll have to do the floors, too," he responds, and I swear I can see a bulge in his pants.  "There's a mop, but you'll have to hand wash some parts."  He retreats back into his office.

      I fill the mop bucket at the hose, which is right outside the office door.  The door is only half closed, and I try to peer past it, for a candid glimpse of Rick.  I only see his elbow, moving as if writing very quickly.  I turn off the water, and bend to lift the bucket.  Then, I hear it.  Soft grunts, and the vigorous sound of material rubbing against itself.  My eyes widen, but I avert my eyes.  He's jerking off.  Oh my god.  It's almost as if he wants me to see it, the way he absentmindedly left the door open.
      Not able to pull myself away, I dip the scrub brush in the soapy water, and get on my knees right outside the office.  I begin to wash the floor, careful not to make so much noise as to overpower his sweet moaning.  I can feel myself getting very turned on listening to him, and try to think of why he would do such a thing.  He must want me to hear him; the fact that he's touching himself is so obvious at this point.  He's such a particular man, he can't be doing this by mistake.  He wants to do this in front of me.  Oh god.  Yes!  And I want him to do it.  So badly.  I feel my pussy getting wet, but I don't allow myself the pleasure of touching it.  I close my eyes for a moment, wanting to concentrate on my desperate need.  But, I hear the door creak open behind me, and I turn to see him standing there.

      Oh.  My.  God.  Rick stands over me, with his dick in his hand.  His face in very stern, but he doesn't say a word.  I am so shocked, that my breath catches, and I feel my jaw drop.  My heart accelerates, and eyes dance around, anywhere but on his cock.  My mouth is dry, but my pussy must be dripping down my leg by now.
      "Keep scrubbing," he says, eyes locked onto me.  But, I'm so excited and nervous, I barely can bring myself to do it.  My hands won't work; I just sit there, feeling like I'm melting into the floor.   I want to please him so badly, that I take a much needed breath, hand on the wall to steady myself, and reach for the brush.  I dip it into the water, wetting it liberally, feeling the warmth of the suds.  It drips down my arm as I lift it out, and I get an almost orgasmic pleasure from it.  Every part of me wants to be touched, but I want to show him that I can deny it, and do as he says.
      I get back down on my hands and knees, scrubbing the tiles at his feet.  I look up at him; his hard cock, his hand moving methodically over it.  I'm still breathless with anticipation.  I'm so close to his erection, that I can see its veins bulging.  The tip is getting slightly wet, secreting the faintest bit of moisture every time he squeezes it.  I picture myself at his feet, from his perspective, nervously looking up at him, barely able to contain myself.  I feel my lips part with desire.  The sweat evaporates off my skin, leaving it cool and begging for his touch.   But, I press on.
      Just then, his hand slows, and I recognize the signs of an impending orgasm.  I make no move to get out of the way, in fact, I do the opposite.  I sit back on my haunches, ready for it.  I don't even open my mouth, letting his come messily hit my face and hair.  His eyes roll back, and he moans like he hasn't had an orgasm in months.

      We stand there, staring and heaving breath; mouths open in shock. "I..."  He starts, but instead breaks into a run for the washroom.  I wipe my face with the apron, and throw it into the hamper.  I take a moment, feeling a smile spread across my face at the realization of a perfect partnership.
      "See you tomorrow, Dick!!"  I cheerily yell to him, through the washroom door.  Surprisingly, he emerges.
      "Wait, I have something for you," he says, pushing past me to the office.  He gives me a small bottle of moisturizer.  "For your hands."  Do I still have come in my hair?


      I skip all the way home.  I blare music, and dance with my dog in my apartment.  He humps me for dominance.
   

silly threesome.

     It's hard to find a girl for a threesome.

   
     Usually, any friend that is interested, is currently attached (and perhaps that's the only reason she says that she would).  Online, on the casual encounters section of any dating website, there are hundreds of couples looking for a third, and precisely zero single women volunteering their abilities.  But, we always keep our eyes and ears open, nonetheless.  And for the first time, we have an opportunity to finally do it!  Luckily, my boyfriend Mark is overly forward about it.  While talking to a friend of his, Melanie, she mentioned that she had a "lady date" this week.  Apparently, she is not only bisexual like I am, but very much into casual partners.  So, like any self respecting swinger would do, he asked her if she would ever be interested in a threesome with himself and I.  And she actually said yes!  Having already taken the lead on this, I told him to set it up.  He flirted with her, on our behalf and via text message, over the next couple weeks.  He told her that I got off on the thought of fucking her, which is completely true.  I have only met her a couple times, so I googled her to find a picture.  I didn't remember her being that gorgeous.  Exactly my type: slim, fair skin, with an exotic quality to her face.  He asked her out for a drink with us, and told her to keep the rest of the night free.

       We met at a pub near the hotel, as none of us has the appropriate accomadations to host.  Melanie arrives looking fresh and energized, almost running over to the table where we are seated.  "Hey guys! Sorry I'm late!"
      "For a second there, we thought you weren't going to show," Mark teases, giving her a brief hug.
      "Are you kidding?  I wouldn't miss this," she says, slightly out of breath, with rosy cheeks.  She gives me a half hug as well, with our faces touching, but not our bodies.  I smell her shampoo; something deliciously fruity.
      "What's going on," I ask, as casually as I can manage.  The waiter peeks in, and Mark orders us all a shot.
      "Oh nothing much.  I worked today, went home to take a shower, and then ran here.  Perhaps defeating the purpose of the shower," she jokes, while the server sets down the glasses.
       "To life!"  Mark shouts.
       "L'chaim!"
       "Easy, Fiddler..."  We each down them, and make a face.
      "Well, that's all the foreplay I need," Mel teases, and we head for the door.

     In the room, we each take another swig from a mickey that Mark brought.  "Gee, guys!  If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get me drunk," Melanie quips, continuing with, "But, little do you know, you don't have to." She dramatically winks.
     "You're nuts," Mark adds, shaking his head, and rolling his eyes at me.
     "Oh, come on!  You love me," she says, draping her arms around our shoulders.  She has a dreamily drunk smile on her lips.
      "Something tells me someone had a bit to drink when she stopped off at home," Mark loudly whispers to me.
      "Maaaayybe," Mel admits,  "Liz, you're not saying much.  Is it because my beauty leaves you breathless?"  The sweet booze on her breath hits me as she turns her face towards mine.  I have the urge to kiss her, but Mark, enjoying the banter, or perhaps procrastinating, continues.
      "Eeeeaaasy, drunky monkey.  Liz just gets quiet around obnoxious personalities."
      "Mine, or yours?  Because your girlfriend is perfect, as far as I can tell.  Prove me wrong Liz!  Do something dumb!"  I laugh, then start coughing; choking on my own saliva.  "That'll do it!"  Mel smiles, satisfied, adding, "You're so cute, I could fuck you!"  I shake my head, disbelievingly.
     "Oh yeah, that was real hot," I say, voice raw.
     "Awww, are you blushing?  I love it!"  Melanie exclaims!
     "She was just choking.  Give her a second!  And you love everything right now."
     "I love her," she says, eyes drifting to me.  "You, I tolerate," she says, waving her hand at Mark, and coming closer to me.

     Melanie grabs my face with both hands, and kisses me deeply.  I let my lips open around hers, as she flicks her tongue into my mouth.  My hands wander to her sides, then wrap around her as I give myself over to the kiss.  Already I feel a tingle in my pussy, as it awakens.  I begin to notice different parts of my body coming alive even before she touches them; my breasts, my neck, my back; and I nibble her bottom lip, putting my hands in her hair.  She wraps her leg around me as we stand there, and I feel her impulse to jump onto me, with her legs around my hips.  I wish I was a big man to be able to carry her over to the bed, and I get a little more wet thinking about doing it.  We part for a moment, and she dopely says, "Wow...!"
       "Now who's turn is it to say something dumb?"  Marks says.  She slaps him playfully.
       "Shut up! You should know how great a kisser she is!"  He approaches leaning down for a kiss.
       "I don't know, I forget," he says with a smile, planting a large smooch on me.  Kissing him, I can relax a little.  I feel any nervousness melt away, as he holds me in his arms.  "Derrrr," He says comedically afterward, and I can't help but laugh at him.  Melanie is already sitting on the bed, taking our hands, and pulling us down.

       She kisses Mark now, but gropes for my breasts.  "I don't mind watching," I say, leading her hand back to him.  "I want to see you two together."
      "She speaks!" Melanie says a little loudly in Mark ear, making him jerk back.
      "You are such a loud mouth!" He jokes.
      "So shut me up then," she challenges, raising an eyebrow.  I see him bite his lip, like he does when I say something saucy, and go in for a kiss.  I unzip my pants, and step out of them, wanting to touch myself as I watch.  His mouth moves down her pale throat, and she takes off her shirt before he has the chance to.  He kisses her modest cleavage, tonguing the space in between her breasts.  She arches her back into him, as he kisses her breasts over her bra.  I take off my shirt as well, and lay on my side, with my hand working my pussy over my panties.  I remember what it feels like to have Mark's mouth tease my nipples through the thin material of my bra, and I feel my moistness through my underwear.  It's so hot to see her enjoying it; she is absolutely wild.  Just then, she moans, and my attention goes back to them.  He is peeling down the cups of her bra now, licking the nipples.  Her hand is craning back into the bed, almost disappearing from my view, into the sheets.  He reaches out to me, to join, and he kisses me.  His mouth is warm and earthy from kissing her, and I take the opportunity to plunge my tongue into his mouth briefly before landing on her breasts.  Mark's mouth moves down her taught torso, pausing to undo to buttons of her jeans.  She raises her hips while he slides them down her, revealing a neon lace thong.  I smile at the sight of it, and Mark can't help himself from saying, "Even your underwear is crazy!"  Melanie moans from somewhere in the bedding, "What? I can't hear you.  I'm on another plane of existence..."

      Her breasts are slightly smaller than mine, with slightly larger nipples, and her skin is as baby soft as it looks.  I relish moving my lips over her, taking each nipple into my mouth, and gently sucking.  I bat them with my tongue, and they stand out straight, hard with pleasure.  She continues to softly moan, but I stifle the sound by placing my lips on hers.  I kiss her wetly, swirling my tongue around hers, and her mouth proves relaxed and loose.  "Ooooh," she utters when I'm done, and I turn my gaze to Mark between her legs.  She has has knees bent, feet planted on the bed, and she's lifting her hips to meet his mouth.  He's teasing her, making her really want it.  He gives her some light licks on the clit, but she clearly wants more.  I relieve him, taking his place, and he stands to remove his shirt and pants.

       Her pussy is very wet from Mark taunting it, and I find her moist clit with the tip of one finger, using another to enter her, massaging her opening to relax her further.  When Mark is undressed, he encourages me to move up on the bed, so he can kneel and the floor, and lick me from behind.  I eagerly get on my knees, and put my ass in the air for him.  He playfully smacks it, knowing I enjoy it, and Melanie lifts her head momentarily to watch.  Smiling, and eyes a little glassy, she says, "That's so hot," and satisfied, lets her head rest back down.  I feel him spread my cheeks, looking at my ass; he then reaches under me to feel my moist pussy.  "Mmmm, baby," he says, almost to himself, taking his cock out of his boxers to stroke it.  I feel his warm tongue on my thighs and ass, then between my legs, and finally parting my lips to probe for my clit.  I rotate my hips backward to allow him easier access to my pussy, leaning forward to lick Mel's clit at the same time.  My finger curls inside of her, easily reaching her g-spot, and tickling it.  "Oh Lordy," she says, as soon as I start, digging her hands in my hair.  I feel Mark creep up onto the edge of the bed, and I look back for a moment, to see him poised with his large cock, behind me.  "Mmmm," I utter in anticipation of Mark fucking me, spreading my stance slightly to accommodate him.  I feel his hand on my hip, and the tip of his cock trying to find me.  When he does, he slides in easily, and a moan escapes my mouth.  He begins to fuck me doggy style, and Melanie perks up, sliding under me to lick my nipples.  She holds on to my breasts, moving targets from the force of Mark's thrusting.  I lean down to kiss her deeply, giving her my tongue, and taking hers.  Our breasts press together, and I stick my ass up in the air for Mark.  He leans down to kiss it, pulling out, and I know he's going to give Melanie his cock, now.  I keep my position on top of her, returning the favour by swirling her nipples with my tongue.  He starts to slowly fuck her, and she closes her eyes in ecstasy.  Mark smacks me on the ass, and I moan into her chest.  Then, I move up, positioning myself over her face, and hovering my pussy above her mouth.  She greedily licks my clit, and smacks my ass herself.  Mark laughs, "You're right, that is hot!"
   
      I dismount, laying beside her, to stimulate her clit while Mark fucks her.  I love to see her tits move while she's on her back, on grab one in my hand while I do it.  "Come here, baby," Mark says to me, and I sit up on my knees, meeting his mouth with mine.  He holds onto me, with his arm around my waist, kissing me, with the other hand on Melanie's hip, having slowed to a halt with his cock in her.  She moves, and it pops out of her with a springing action.  She flips herself around, and her mouth is on his dick.  She moves her mouth up and down him, grabbing my hand to join her.  We move from the bed, to kneel on the floor in front of Mark.  She gives me a sexy wet kiss, then turns her head to take his cock in her mouth again.  She pulls back on it, almost passing it to me, encouraging my mouth toward it, and I gladly take it between my lips, tasting both our sweet pussies on him.  I look up at Mark, imagining what he sees: two sexy ladies kneeling in front of him, and my pussy grows wetter at the thought of it.  I reach down to touch myself, and realize Melanie is doing it, too.  We take turns like this, then decide to lick the length of his cock together.  Our tongues touch, and we can't help ourselves from going in for another deep kiss.  We kneel there, making out, when Mark grabs me, pulling me up.  "It's time to make one of you girls come," he says in his usual charismatic way.

       He practically throws me on the bed, and Melanie follows.  I'm on my back, and he stoops to put his cock in me.  He gathers each leg, putting them over his shoulders, and starts fucking me nice and slow, rubbing the head on his cock over my g-spot.  Melanie grips onto my breasts, squeezing them nice and hard as I bear down.  I feel it coming, and Mark keeps his steady pace, fucking me deliberately and focused.  I curl up even further, and scream out, "Ahhhh!  God!!" as it happens. Melanie starts laughing, but Mark playfully grabs her ankle and warns, "You're next!".   She shrieks, laughing, and he manages to pin her down and fuck her just the same.   He ends up doing it from short, shallow thrusts, with her legs spread wide apart.  He fucks her for a moment longer after her orgasm, increasing speed, then almost in slow motion, pulls out and comes on her chest.

     Melanie looks around, smiling.  "Well, I've sobered up.  How about you guys?  Anyone care for a drink?"