Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Perks of the Job

I had to travel to a nearby city to give a presentation. This was not something I was particularly looking forward to. The plan was to drive there, give the presentation and then drive home. The inner greenie in me screamed at the sheer waste of this trip. But the inner greenie doesn't get much of a say at work. As a consolation, a quick calculation showed I couldn't do this trip in the maximum time allowed to be on duty. So I would have to stay the night.

Sometimes health and safety laws aren't so stupid.

So I drive down there and meet up with the local office manager. I give the presentation, answer a few questions from the audience and hand out my information pamphlets. We all meet up, have a nice dinner and a few drinks. I have far too many and despite my best efforts, the others are all very dutiful and made their way home so they aren't completely useless at work.

I stagger back to my hotel and along the way stop at a convenience store to buy a greasy, regrettable piece of "food" and some porn mags. The regional office seems to be populated with incredibly hot women, all of which are married but still wore some very appealing outfits. My cock had been pressing up against my pants all night and led to some rather awkward waiting for the stall and not urinal in the bar's toilets.

I find my way to my room and let myself in. I sit down in the chair and begin to take my shoes off. Someone is at the door. I open up and one of the housekeeping girls tells me there is something she needs to look at in the bathroom, apparently there was something not done earlier in the day.

She was about my height, very slender build, and had flowing red hair. What really stood out was her ass. It was for lack of a better description: outstanding.

I wobble over to the chair and continue my undress. Socks, tie, belt, shirt untucked. I'm as undressed as I can be with a stranger.

The housekeeper walks over to me, my hand props up my head.

"It's all ok, no problem in there"
"Brilliant, thanks for that"
"Big night?"
"I thought it wasn't, but it seems to be catching up to me now"

Her eyes trace a path to the little table to the left of me.

She giggles a little and points at the table. I look at it, it's where I chucked the magazines in a drunken blur and forgot about them.

"Porn rounds out any night"
"That's an interesting theory"
"You are welcome to stay and explore the idea further"
"I don't think my boyfriend would like that"
"I'm sure he would, probably not with me though"

She says good night and walks towards the door, my eyes following the beautiful curves of her body. She stops short of the room door and crouches down to adjust some piece of furniture, and then shifts position to retie her shoe. She gets up and bends over to check something on the far side of her trolley full of stuff. This allows me an almost perfect view, her curved ass not showing any signs of being hemmed in by underwear. She pushes the trolley out the door and leaves.

My mind races with the visual images. Filled with lust I arch my back and slide off my pants, all the while trying to unbutton my shirt. My cock is in an uncomfortable position inside my own underpants and hard as a rock, it pops out the side. The underpants soon gone, I grab the magazines, rip open the duvet and leap into bed. It's a cold night and I quickly feel the chill of the air.

I stretch out as far as I can, and jerk away. I flip from page to page, magazine to magazine, mature models, models with fantastic tits, the anal sex special of another issue. My mind is full of them and my boozy confidence makes the fantasies run even wilder. Wanking when very drunk is a race against time. Will you cum before you pass out?

I could feel my pelvis tighten and my leg muscles tense up. I sink back into the bed and furiously move my hand up and down. I have enough coordination to stop a second before and switch to rubbing my very sensitive frenelum. An arc of cum shoots out and lands on my chest. Another arc shoots out and lands next to it. Two further streams shoot out and land in my pubes. The last dribbles out, sliding down the shaft.

I catch my breath just as I pass out.

I wake up in the exact position 9 hours later. The sheets have soaked up all of last night's action and are a little crinkly to the touch. I get ready to leave and leave a nice tip. I make my way home. I look forward to other work trips!


Anonymous said...

something similar happened to me once, only the babe in my story was a hot college classmate.

happy earth day, fellow greenie!

Anonymous said...

tasman says:

Nicely written, WL, but fiction all the same - or am I wrong? Anyway, it's good to see that the imposters who were using my name have fled elsewhere!

wanklogger said...

I wouldn't have a clue which tasman you are.

Either way, I did indeed buy porn, ogle a hotel employee and jerk off in the hotel's bed.


I love hotel jerking, I dont do it enough!

Anonymous said...

it reminds me of the times when i worked as a chamber maid. i would collect the stick books left behind the morning after. yes, i would read the juicy bits & finger my clit accordingly.

(i still finger my hole but now i get off on the sexy blogs.)

how i miss the original tasman who kept this blog alive!

mrs mills.

wanklogger said...

Maddrapper, it sure is fun! I need to visit more hotels as well!

Mrs Mills, sorry I don't post as much these days.

Al Sensu said...

At home I jerk at most once a day, but hotels inspire me to 2-3x, which is pretty good for a guy in his 50s. I fantasize stuff similar to what happened to you, except of course she stays and helps me out.

wanklogger said...

That'd be the dream :)

Dirty Angel said...

Mmmm, has my mind racing now! I love hotels for this reason! Hehe xxx

wanklogger said...

Sounds like the perfect excuse you need to go on a trip! :)