Room service

I woke up and lifted my head from the pillow just as the maid was wheeling her cart into the room.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I thought no one was here. I knocked and called, but no one answered. I'll go."

She turned to leave.

"No, it's fine," I said sleepily. "Please, do what you need to do. I'll just lie here, I won't be in the way."

"Alright."

I closed my eyes and immediately remembered with shame that my jeans and shirt were lying on the floor. When the maid turned away, I got up, picked them up, and put them on the chair. I hoped she hadn't had time to turn around and see me by the bed in just my underwear.

I lay back down, closed my eyes, and pulled the blanket up higher.

"Sorry, I'm going to turn on the vacuum," said the maid.

"Yes, please."

While she was vacuuming, I discreetly studied her. Women in uniform always caught my attention. With flight attendants, for example, you can always get a good look up close, but maids are a rarer sight. And ones as cute and attractive as this one are even rarer.

I looked at her legs and tried to guess if they were covered in stockings or tights. Of course, the only sure way to know was to look under the ruffled dress. But alas, even though the maid kept bending over, I couldn't see a thing.

Coming out of the bathroom in just my underwear, I was surprised to find the maid in the hallway.

"I wanted to apologize," she said, averting her gaze. "I thought you were still in bed. I just went to get some towels."

"It's fine," I shrugged. "Are you finished already?"

"I still need to clean the bathroom, if you'll allow me."

"Yes, go ahead."

She slipped past me into the bathroom, embarrassed, and I went to look for my pants. It was too late to be shy.

A couple of minutes later, the maid came out of the bathroom and found me in the room.

"I'm sorry again, I really didn't mean to barge in on you like that."

I grunted in response:

"I hope what you saw didn't upset you too much."

"Not at all, you're a very handsome man."

"And you are a lovely woman. When does your shift end? I'd be pleased if you had dinner with me. I don't know anyone in this city at all."

The maid looked at me, thought for a moment:

"I'm free after seven."

"Wonderful. How about eight? What's your name, by the way?"

"Elena. Let's do it, but not at the hotel, let's meet at the place. Where do you want to go?"

"Very nice to meet you. Alexey. Do you know the 'Golden Butterfly' nearby?"

She nodded. We agreed to meet there at eight, said goodbye, and she left.

***

When I arrived at the restaurant that evening, I didn't recognize Elena. She was wearing a short red dress and elegant red shoes. As a result, talk about appearances easily flowed into a conversation about everything in general, including the hotel and the maid's uniform. And jokes hinting that she had seen me naked fueled our emotions, and by the end of the evening, you could see how her eyes were shining and how ready she was for our acquaintance to continue.

I suggested going to my room, but she refused—she didn't want to be seen with a hotel guest. We went to her small apartment in the city center—and when the elevator doors closed, I covered her lips with a kiss. Elena responded with heat, caressing my lips and wrapping her delicate arms around my shoulders.

I pulled her to me as tightly as I could, feeling her not-so-small breasts press pleasantly into me, and continued kissing. Her hair smelled of some magical scent, her arms wrapped around me, and her cherry lips pleasantly caressed mine. I regretted that we would have to break our embrace because the elevator stopped.

Elena let me into the apartment and we merged into a kiss again. A crazy idea ignited in my head and I stopped, looking Elena in the eyes.

"I want to ask you something, and don't laugh or think I'm crazy. Okay?"

"What is it?"

"I want you to change into your uniform. Preferably with stockings, hmm?"

Elena's eyes flashed, reflecting everything—the thought that all men are perverts, the desire to please and seduce, and some interest of her own.

"Well, okay. Wait for me here." She pointed her hand at the sofa and disappeared into another room.

She walked across the room and stopped by the audio system, turning on some music. Then she dimmed the lights, approached me, and looked at me. While I was trying to think of a compliment that could convey my impressions, Elena swayed her hips beautifully and began to turn in a slow, sensually erotic dance, stroking her arms, shoulders, hips, arching her back and swaying her dress-clad bottom right in front of my eyes.

I froze, enjoying it. Elena swayed, touching her palms to her body where she wanted to feel my palms, traced the tempting contours of her body with her fingers, and slowly removed her clothes. First, she pulled off her black gloves, then slid her dress with white ruffles down her hips, and was left in a semi-transparent bustier, black panties, and black stockings.

Then she stepped out of her high heels and placed one foot between my legs. I watched, mesmerized, as she reached a hand behind her back to unclasp the bustier. A moment—and the thin straps slid off her shoulders, dropping the heavy cups of the bustier down and exposing her lovely, so white and rounded breasts right before my eyes.

I didn't hesitate any longer, took Elena by the waist, and pulled her to me. Kissed her, sat her down on my lap, and gave my hands free rein. I wanted to touch everywhere, caress her half-dressed body, and feel her velvety skin with my palms.

After a few more kisses, we tumbled onto the sofa, undressing each other, and Elena ended up in the cowgirl position: she was sitting on top of me, dressed in stockings and panties, while I lay completely naked beneath her, holding her lovely breasts in my hands. And although I enjoyed this foreplay, Elena clearly didn't want to drag things out. Moreover, she was even too lazy to get up and take off her panties—she moved the strip of fabric aside, wrapped her hand around my tense member, and guided it into herself, impaling her whole body onto it.

I gasped, enjoying the pleasant sensation of the head plunging into the moist womb, and squeezed the firm nipples of my sweet maid tighter. She rolled her eyes and sat down on me even more firmly, pressing her open hips against mine. It was a wonderful feeling—the contrast of bare skin and the taut nylon of the stockings on her legs, with which she embraced me on both sides.

And only when it was all over did Elena finally take off her stockings and drop them on the floor. "Fetishist," she whispered softly in my ear, lying down next to me and resting.

***

I woke up in the afternoon in my room to the sound of the entrance door opening. Elena walked into the room in her uniform, complemented by stockings and high-heeled shoes.

"Thank you for staying at our hotel," she said, her eyes sparkling. "As our best guest, you are entitled to special services."

She headed straight for me, stepping out of her high heels along the way. Right in front of the bed, she stopped, reached her hands under her skirt, and took off her panties. I watched this little show admiringly.

Elena climbed onto my high bed, pulled the blanket off me, and was pleasantly surprised to find that I was wearing nothing and was already half-aroused. She settled between my legs, and a moment later, soft velvet gloves wrapped around the base of my member, and smooth lips drew the sensitive head into them.

I leaned back on the pillows and closed my eyes...