Room service

For Jerilee. XXXX

Here I am laying in my hotel king sized bed, a beautiful gurl laid next to me. Her name is Jerilee. My gurly name is Carole. I have a wonderful sense of creamy cum trickling down my throat to reside in my tummy. I know she has similar as we have just 69’d each other. Jerilee is dressed in her all red lingerie bra, panties, six strap suspender belt, holding her red lace top stockings. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back. Her pearl necklace hung sexily between her full breasts. She is sex personified right down to her leopard print flat shoes.
How did I get in this wonderful position. Let’s start, when I woke this morning.
I looked out of the window, the weather was dry but cold, very cold. I was happy to be in the warmth of my hotel room, also I wasn’t suitable dressed to go out. I was only in my underwear.
My work if you could call it that was selling. I had the gift, I could sell cement to builders in the Sahara, they had enough sand.
Being a travelling salesperson, have to be PC these days. I certainly earn more than enough to live on. The company pays my hotel bills, as long as I don’t over spend. Which includes breakfast and evening meals. I have to be careful or my weight could a problem. I was always careful, or I thought I was.

I travel in lingerie, I don’t mean I sell it, I wear it under my business suit. I also sleep in my lingerie, well a nightie and bikini panties. It was late and decided time for bed. Leaving my well padded bra, but removing everything else. I slipped on my babydoll and matching panties, rinsing out the pair I had been wearing today. I hung them on the rail to dry and crawled into bed.

The next morning they were still slightly damp, I dressed in stockings, suspenders and clean panties and camisole, no bra yet. I left my room wearing my business suit and tie over my lingerie, leaving the damp pair while I had breakfast. My phone rang during my meal. After I had to leave immediately or miss my first appointment. I hurried to my car and drove as quick as I could keeping in the speed limits. I made the appointment and also made a very successful sale. Phoning the order in I got straight on to my next appointment. Slightly early but still made a good sale, not as profitable as the first, and so my day continued. When I returned to the hotel I suddenly dawned on me, I’d left the damp panties on the rail, my nightie and panties on the unmade bed. Oh ffff.

Entering my room the nightie and panties were neatly folded on the bed. The damp panties I’d left on the rail were gone. I was panicking now. Would the room cleaner say anything, would I get a call from the manager. Trying to act normal I descended to the restaurant. My head was in a spin.
I decided to have my evening meal, before I made any firm choices, about what to do. Change hotel, stay put and face whatever.
I was greeted as if nothing had changed, I had my main course but declined the sweet. I returned to my room, still my head was in turmoil. Almost on auto pilot I removed my suit and shirt. Shoes and socks off I lay on my bed, clad in only sheer stockings, white suspender belt and matching panties, I was wearing a camisole also white but just a little lace over the cups. Normally I would have put my padded bra on instead of the camisole. As I glanced around the room I saw an envelope on the refreshment shelf. It had been addressed to whom it may concern. I turned it round, on the back over the adhesive strip is a bright red lipstick kiss. Opening it I take out a single sheet of hotel headed paper and read.

‘I have taken your lovely dress, skirt and blouse, also your lingerie that needs washing properly. I will return it later freshly laundered. kiss kiss.
P.S. your clean lingerie is in the drawers. X

Mmmm is the X another kiss or a mystery person. Hopefully I’ll find out ‘later’

I checked my case and sure enough my dress, skirt, blouse and several items of lingerie were missing. Feeling a little better about my situation I decided to remove my camisole and put on my padded bra also my mid thigh length nightie.

I lay on the bed flicking through the television channels trying to find something to watch. I must have dozed because I was aware of a hand under my nightie stroking my hard cock that was putting pressure on the lace front of my panties. I was also aware it wasn’t my hand.
I turned my head towards the side that radiated heat.
“Hello.” I said, looking at a pretty face smiling at me.
“Hello, I was asked by a friend to bring your laundry with me. I found you asleep. I couldn’t resist as you must have been having an erotic dream.” She told me.
“Something prodding my thigh is telling me you are enjoying it as much as me.” I answer.
“Oh I am.” She whispered before leaning in with her painted lips in a perfect Cupid’s bow locked on to mine. My hand slid down to gently grasp the hardness poking my thigh.
“Mmmm this needs closer investigation.” I whispered to Jerilee.
“Yes please, let’s 69.” She uttered.
Soon we were laying on our sides, sucking, licking and fondling each other. We were stroking each other’s stocking clad legs. I soon, too soon felt my spine tingle. I knew it signalled my imminent orgasm. I managed to gasp.
“I’m cumming.” Between sucks.
“Oh yes, here it comes for you.” Jerilee almost screamed.
My mouth filled with her cream. There wasn’t much room to keep it in my mouth as her gorgeous cock took up most of the space. I did the only thing I could think of. I swallowed, gulp after gulp, until there was no more, for now.
Jerilee now began working on me to get my creamy load, which wasn’t very far away.
“Urgh, mmmm, yes, yes, yes.” I managed to gasp as quietly as I could.
We resumed head to head, her beautiful lipstick now a little smudged. We kissed and cuddled. There was almost as much of her lipstick on my lips as hers and plenty around my cock.

When we had recovered, unfortunately not enough for a repeat performance we sat up in the bed. Jerilee had pulled the cups off of her boobs which although it was a plate, they looked fabulous.
Jerilee told me about the cleaner that had found my damp panties and the discarded pair with my nightie. On further investigation she discovered my dress, skirt and blouse, all had suspicious stains. My suitcase was unlocked and several pairs of panties that needed washing. She had replaced the skirt, dress and blouse in the wardrobe. The clean panties in the drawer.
We sat and chatted for a couple of hours. When I heard a knock at the door, just before it opened.
A girl entered with her pass key card.
“Hello Jerilee, did you have a successful evening?” She asked, emphasising the SUCK, part.
“Very, yes thank you Jenny, why don’t you join us?” Jerilee answered. Jenny had already removed her coat and shoes. Her skirt was joining her blouse on the chair. Her black lace cup bra struggled to contain her at least C cup breasts, she had sheer black lace top hold-up stockings and a very lacy bulging pair of panties, that were struggling to contain the contents.

TvCarole
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