[M]y Hotel Hijinks (no sex/voyeur) | 2016

I've never had anything exciting enough to submit to r/gonewildstories, but I've read nearly everything on here since I found the subreddit about 6 months ago. A little bit about me: I'm in my early 20s, pretty average in height (5'10) and skinny. I wear glasses and am pretty upfront about my awkwardness, which sometimes works with women, but much more often I strike out. The point of this is that I'm less of a stallion and much more of a reader. The exact type of person I thought things like this didn't happen to.

Lately, I've been working at a mid-size hotel, usually during the night. This particular night, I was “working” behind the front desk, hoping the night would pass by uneventfully (ha), when a blonde woman wearing a cocktail dress and what I can only describe as “fuck me” pumps strut up and demanded to be served alcohol. I explained to her that the bar in the hotel had already been closed, and she had just missed the window of time when we could send drinks up to her room. She had obviously been drinking already, and immediately launched into a rant about how she lived in Vegas, in a way that was obviously meant to impress me into serving her alcohol. It might have worked too, but my boss was standing nearby.

To my surprise, the woman kept chatting with me, even when it became clear that she wasn't getting served. I offered to show her to her room, and she graciously accepted. As we waited for the elevator, she showed me car keys to a range rover and a gold master card, both loaned to her by a gentlemen waiting for her upstairs. The card, of course, was tucked into the front of her dress, and she leaned over several times to let me see her ample chest. At this point, I was still trying to be a gentleman (boob-gazing aside), but when I loosened up and told some jokes, she snorted and told me a much dirtier one. The elevator arrived and we both shuffled in. No sooner was I realizing that I was in close proximity to her than she was grabbing my face and pulling me towards her. I had a few inches on her, so I was leaning down, and pulling her towards me at the same time. I thrust my knee between her legs, and she moaned in my ear; no words, just her desire. In no time, I had one hand on her ass and another wrapped in her long blonde hair. Suddenly, we were interrupted by the elevator dinging, and a quiet Asian woman got one. Without either of us noticing it, the elevator had gone all the way up to her floor and then back down to the lobby. We tried not to fidget as the woman stood between us, waiting for her floor. Finally, the other hotel guest disembarked, and it was just me and the wild woman I had somehow lucked into.

I wasted no time, and as she reached out, I ran a hand down to where her cocktail dress ended. Pausing only to make eye contact, I slid one, than another finger inside of her. She uttered the tiniest gasp and raised herself a little higher off the floor. There was no foreplay; I guess that fingering someone is by definition foreplay, but there was no preamble, just penetration. She was clearly turned on now; I could the juices sloshing as I rammed my knuckles in and out of her slit. At this point, I was ready to pull the emergency stop, but I was sure that someone would be alerted and come investigate the problem. Just as I was working my way into a steady rhythm, though, we arrived at her floor. I slid my digits out of her as the elevator dinged again.

As I walked her to her door (still trying to be the gentleman), she quickly got my number and made sure I saw her put it into her phone. Apparently she had a house in Beverly Hills, so I figured it couldn't hurt. I'll never forget the last thing she did; after knocking on the door, she took the same fingers I had entered her with and ran her tongue over them; then she pulled me in for one last desperate kiss. We pulled apart just as a heavyset Asian man opened the door. I was sweating bullets, but he didn't seem that fazed. I guess it was something he was willing to put up with to fuck a blonde American woman from Vegas, who wore a tight dress and slutty shoes.

I thought that was the end of it, but when I got back downstairs, my boss told me the woman had ordered room service, and that she wanted it brought to the pool where she and the man would be. After I grabbed the tray of food, I hurried up to the floor that had our outdoor pool and jacuzzi. As I step outside, I cautiously look around: nobody in the pool. I call out that the food is prepared, and I get called over to the jacuzzi (which is out of sight from where I am standing). Neither of them were clothed at this point, and the woman stood up without a care in the world. Her rack was at least size 32DD, and she made quite the sight as beads of water rolled down the tops of her breasts, and dropped from her nipples to splatter at her feet. In contrast, her pussy was cute and delicate; small lips and the barest hint of a clit poking out. I was obviously interrupting (and at this point, more than a little concerned I might be fired), so I waited only as long as it took to sign the check before attempting to extricate myself. My temptress still insisted on getting completely out of the jacuzzi and giving me a full-frontal bear hug. I felt my knees go week, but I somehow managed to not fall over. As I walked away, I looked back, to see the sultry blonde leaning halfway out of the hot tub facing me, as her partner moved into position behind her. I hurried downstairs, and spent the rest of the night daydreaming of torrid passion and a slower elevator.

Tl;dr I was a brief boytoy for a vegas cougar, and got a good eyefull in lieu of a tip.