Hotel Receptionist Welcomes a Guest

A Night at a Hotel

I pulled into the hotel car park, the sun begging to set as I arrived. The car park was well lit, I slowly drove my car into the car park. I crawled past the entrance to the hotel on my right and managed to see a space up ahead. The space had was diagonal to the road, a space designed to park in forwards. So that was how I parked my car.

The reason for my stay was due to a work Christmas party in Birmingham city centre. I had decided to get a hotel just outside of town as this was cheaper and easier than arranging transport to and from the city centre from my home.

I put the car into park, pressed the button to turn off the engine and exited the vehicle. I opened the boot to retrieve my bag that had my clothes and toiletries in it. I pressed the button to close the boot, locked the car and made my way to the hotel reception. I walked across the drive way and entered the building through a large wooden door.

As I entered, I was confronted by another door, I opened this and walked into the bar/restaurant area. This surprised me as this was the only entrance to the building. The bar was fairly empty with 2 older gentlemen buying them self a pint of ale each. I waited for the man behind the bar to finish serving them and asked where I check in. I was directed through the bar to reception.

As I walked through the door to the reception area I noticed the main door in front of me, the one I should have entered the building through. The main desk was to my right. Behind the polished curved marble reception desk stood a young woman, in her early 20's. She was wearing a white shirt, with the top 3 buttons undone, it gaped open slightly, but not enough to see anything, but enough to peak my imagination. Over her shirt was a dark, navy blazer that hugged her slim torso. As I gazed at the receptionists face, I was taken aback by how pretty she was. Amazing olive skin, with freckles across her high cheek bones and nose. She had dark brown curly hair that was cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands cover her face. She leaned forward, forearms resting on the cool marble. Beautiful hazel, inviting eyes looked back at me.

Then she spoke to me through her natural full lips. "How can I help you?"

"Hi, I have a room booked." I replied.

"OK, can I take your name please," she replied as she glanced down to a computer screen and started typing.

I leant onto the marble desk top told her my name and noticed her name tag. Amber. Amber explained the breakfast rules, car parking changes and went through all the formalities, finally she explained where my room was. She looked up from the computer, brusher her curly locks away from her face, smiled at me and held out the key card.

The hotel had some refurbishments, so she had to explain how to get to my room. She had a lovely softly spoken voice and an alluring demeanour. We looked into one another's eyes as I took the card "Thank you,"

She smiled at me and said "you're welcome, enjoy your stay and if you need anything, please let me know."

I immediately thought about what I would like her to do for me!

I eventually found my room, used the card to enter and as I opened the door, I placed the card in the slot on the wall to my left. Like most hotels the key had to be placed into a slot to activate the electricity. I turned on the lights and walked into the room. The toilet door was on my left with a small wardrobe to the right. As I walked past the toilet I entered the room, that was a fairly standard hotel room. With a double bed against the far wall, with 2 towels folded on top of the sheets. An uncomfortable looking chair by the window and a flat screen TV on the wall opposite the bed. Beside the bed were to bedside tables with lamps above them. I walked past the bed towards the chair and the window, I Glanced out the window at the court yard. There wasn't much to see. I drew the curtains. I was tight for time so I placed my bag on the chair and quickly stripped off my clothes and got in the shower.

I twisted the valve to turn the shower on, got it nice and hot and got in to get clean. 10 minutes later and I was about to shut off the shower, then an almighty alarm went off. It was the fire alarm! I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel, dried my face and wrapped it around my waist. I noticed that I hadn't closed the door to the bathroom. It must have been the steam that set off the alarm. I wasn't sure what to do next....a minute or so past and it stopped. As I left the toilet there was a knock on the door. I did a 180 and opened the door. It was Amber from reception.

"Hi, I've come to check everything is OK. I noticed the fire alarm went off." she informed me.

I thought she might have suspected I was smoking, I guess it was clear that the shower set off the alarm, by the fat I was wet and only wearing a towel. I looked at the beautiful women before me. Without the desk in front of her, I was able to see all of her. She was around 5'6" and her knee length skirt matched her blazer. Beneath the skirt she had dark Black tights and was wearing black heeled shoes.

"I think the shower set it off." I replied.

She smiled and acknowledged my assumption "I can see you've just got out of the shower. It can set it off sometimes, when the bathroom door is left open."

I glanced to my side, the door was still open. I looked back at amber and our eyes met. There was a pause where neither of us spoke, we just looked at each other for a few seconds. It looked like she was going to leave, she half turned away and then she turned back "Do you mind if I just check the room to make sure everything is OK?" she asked.

"Of course not, come in." I replied

Stepping back and holding the door open for her. As I leaned against the wall with my right arm extended to signal her in, she walked past me, giving me the opportunity to admire her arse in that tight skirt. The fabric hugged her curves, making her cheeks sway enticingly with each step. I couldn't help but notice her perfume, whatever it was, she smelt absolutely divine!

I closed the door and followed her into the room. She stood at the foot of the bed and looked around the room. It was obvious that the room wasn't on fire, but she still looked around anyway. I was curiously as to why, but I was happily staring at her arse, from about 2 foot away, so I didn't say anything. She turned to face me. "It looks like everything is OK in here." She declared.

I wasn't sure if she busted me checking her arse out? I averted my gaze to her eyes. She looked back into mine too. I stood in front of her with my hands were on my hips. I paused for a second before I replied. I wanted to flirt with her, but what I thought about saying was too Corney. In a split second I decided I would say it anyway. The worst that can happen is she laughs it off and leaves the room. I had nothing to lose. "Is there anything else you would like to see?" I questioned and smiled at her as I raised my eye brows.

She raised her eye brows at me as if to say. You wish! "What do you expect me to say to that?" she replied.

Her reply was in a tone that implied she wasn't impressed with my attempt to flirt with her. It didn't sound like she was pissed off with me. Just that she wasn't impressed. I decided to answer honestly. "I expect you to say No, smile at me and leave the room. That's isn't what I want you to say though." I explained.

"Oh....what do you want me to say?" she answered in a soft, flirtations way.

I didn't even think before speaking, which was probably a good thing. If I had thought about what I wanted to say before answering, I would have never said what I actually said. "I'd like you to say...Yes there is something else I'd like to see. I'd like to see what you're hiding under that towel and I'd like to feel it inside my mouth."

She raised her eyebrows at me again, her expression inscrutable, neither a smile nor a frown. I couldn't quite decipher her thoughts. The effects of the hot shower, the attractive 20 year old woman standing in front of me, and the fact that I was just in a towel while flirting with her, I felt a rush of courage. My cock was beginning to stir, and I thought, Fuck it. I asked again, "So, is there anything else you would like to see?"

Now her face changed. It was almost as though she had also had a thought in her head of, Fuck it. She briefly, looked at her watch then replied "Yes there is something else I'd like to see. I'd like to see what you're hiding under that towel and I'd like to feel it inside my mouth!"

I was amazed! I froze for a second, but Amber didn't. As she dropped to her knees, she reached for the towel and released the bunched part from my hip so that it fell to the floor. She glanced up at me, gave a little nod to me "Nice...We need to be quick as I have to get back to reception."

"OK" is all I could think to say.

She reached forward with her left hand and grasped my hardening cock. I was expecting a bit of a hand job now, but Amber didn't hesitate, she raised my cock up to my stomach and licked from base to tip and then engulfed almost the whole thing into her warm, smooth mouth. I let out a groan and placed both my hands on her shoulders to steady myself. Amber began to perform an amazing blowjob. She was slurping up and down, twisting her head from side to side. She was worshiping my cock. Her right hand moved my arse. She held onto my left cheek and used it for leverage. She was pulling me into her mouth and taking the whole of my 8-inch cock into her mouth and throat.

I didn't realise I had done it, but my right hand had a fist full of her brown curly hair. I wasn't forcing her down deeper, but I was following her head movements with my hand. I was getting close to the point of no return, but not quite there yet. I moved my other hand inside her shirt and inside her bra to cup her tit. It was a lovely little pert tit. I could feel her erect nipple in my palm. I was massaging her soft peachy tit into her chest while Amber continued to devour my cock. She had changed her technique slightly. She was no longer deep throating me. She was concentrating on the bell end. Moving over it while really sucking. Her hand working the shaft at an impressive speed.

Sometimes girls pull too far and it pulls on the banjo string, but Amber had the perfect stroke! I have no idea how a girl her age gets that good at giving head, but it was easily the best blow job of my life.

"I'm....going to cum!" I moaned to Amber.

She didn't stop or remove her mouth from my cock to reply, she just made a noise at me "MMM HHM."

A girl has never wanked my cock so quick and with such precision. I let out a huge moan as I filled her mouth. Amber still didn't stop! She swallowed every spurt of cum as I fired it out and maintained her vice grip on my cock with her lips and sucked the head like she was trying to suck more cum from my balls. All the time her hand was pistoning up and down the shaft.

I pulled my hand off her perky breast and released her hair to place both hands on her cheeks and try and price her off. It was like trying to remove a clam from a rock. "OK, OK, OK." I said as I pulled her off.

It did feel amazing, but now it was too intense and starting to hurt. Amber released her mouth and her hands from me. I twisted to my left and sat back onto the bed. Amber crawled forward and gave my deflating cock a kiss. Placed her hands on my knees and pushed herself up. "That was nice." she said as she started to walk towards the door.

"What time do you finish work?" I questioned.

"I'm working all night" Amber replied "I finish at 6am tomorrow morning."

"I might see you when I get back later then." I said as I collapsed back onto the bed.

"Hopefully," she said as she reached the door and left the room.