Chapter 3
The Barnaby Resort Hotel was a large, dignified Victorian building which quietly watched over Huntington Beach. Several weeks had passed since Lisa-Marie's first day of work there and she was slowly adapting herself to donning her pink uniform and reporting to Theresa.
"Another day another dollar, eh, miss?" quipped a man on the bus as Lisa-Marie was exiting past him.
"Yeah," she replied with a slight smile and then stepped lightly down to the sidewalk. As she approached the stately white hotel, she reflected on how much attention she was receiving from men whenever she appeared on the street in her uniform.
"They're either winking at me, asking me directions to places they could care less about, or asking me when I get off work," she'd complained to Andrea one evening. Andrea had laughed and told her that her tits looked great in the pink outfit and that, for some reason, men tend to get off on women in uniforms. She'd called it 'the girl behind the counter in the doughnut shop syndrome.' Men fall for the working girl, she'd hypothesized, because they seem more accessible somehow.
"Oh, who the hell knows? Just enjoy it!" Andrea had finally exclaimed.
As Lisa-Marie walked, she could feel the rise and fall of her shapely breasts beneath the tight bodice of the pink uniform. She had tried wearing a brassiere for a few days but had since gone without the support because the straps dug into her shoulders. To Lisa-Marie's amazement, Theresa hadn't yet admonished her for the obvious bouncing of her boobs as she went about her duties. And she knew that the attractive middle-aged Oriental woman had noticed, as one day her supervisor quipped, "Ah yes, you're sure to get a raise with those boobies!" This remark had been followed by a lot of crude cackling on Theresa's part. Lisa-Marie had never known a vulgar adult before, and it caused her endless delight at finally having met one.
Even though the young girl was in a hurry to report in on time, she noticed and memorized the face of a very handsome young man who was sipping at a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper at one of the little outdoor cafes near the hotel. Her heart flip-flopped as she glanced at his strong profile and broad shoulders. Maybe that one? she thought as she dashed up the wide veranda steps and on into the employees' entrance of the Barnaby. Ever since her wonderful first fuck, she'd been shyly, yet avidly, looking for the man to do the encore. So far, she'd been so busy working that she just wasn't meeting anyone to help her pass the evenings in a romantic fashion. Luckily, however, she now knew what to do to ease the practically insatiable craving in her cunt, which tormented her frequently, even while she was trying to work.
"Here I am, Theresa," she said breathlessly as she darted into the employees' lounge.
"Ms. King. Let's see now ... what can you do today?" Theresa consulted her chart as she sat smoking a cigarette on the couch. She crossed her legs, startling Lisa-Marie by giving her a split second view of her dark-haired pussy.
Jeez, thought the young girl, No wonder she's not bugging me for not wearing a bra! I mean, at least I wear panties! Well, with dresses I do, at any rate.
Theresa gave Lisa-Marie a list of rooms in need of cleaning. Surprisingly enough, the light-brown-haired girl didn't mind changing sheets or cleaning toilets, which was strange since she'd never been called upon to do such tasks before. However, she'd fallen into the happy habit of masturbating whenever she got the chance to be alone in one of the guest rooms.
The first time Lisa-Marie had taken advantage of that privacy had occurred sometime during her first week. For some reason, the warm weather was not letting her libido keep quiet that day, and the feelings of desire plagued her constantly. She'd caught herself staring into the crotches of every man she'd passed in the hotel corridors. She'd felt so frantic about the powerful surges of sexual tension her young hormones were causing her to experience that she just couldn't resist touching her moaning muff. However, this self-gratification occurred in a crowded elevator. No one will notice, she'd thought as she slid one finger inside of the buttoned-together opening down the front of her uniform. She eased her digit inside her bikini panties and touched her tender pink nub of pleasure in an effort to rescue it from its state of sexual distress. Instead, all she managed to do was to heighten the sense of urgency between her legs, causing an involuntary groan to escape from her sweet lips.
"Are you all right, dear?" an old woman had inquired anxiously. Since all of the eyes in the elevator had turned towards the hapless chambermaid, Lisa-Marie had had to quickly remove her finger from her pulsating cunt. It made good sense that, once she'd gone into a guest room and shut the door behind her, she'd pulled her panties down and masturbated with great gusto on the unmade bed.
For some reason, even though the tingling sensation was with her, Lisa-Marie put off getting off as she went from room to room armed with fresh linen. As she passed men in the corridors, she lowered her eyes modestly, her long eyelashes nicely juxtaposed against the healthy flush of her cheeks. She knew that the men were looking her curves up and down freely, but she just wasn't in a flirtatious mood. All they do is look anyway, she thought grimly.
The morning passed uneventfully into early afternoon. Lisa-Marie was leaving one of the rooms she had just finished readying for the next guest when she saw him again-the handsome man she'd seen sitting at one of the outdoor cafes that morning. He was walking down the thickly carpeted hallway with his arm linked cozily with that of a buxom middle-aged woman. And even though his head was inclined attentively as the woman was speaking, his very blue eyes met and locked for one dizzying second with Lisa-Marie's.
"My friend Vivian recommended the Barnaby to me," said the older woman as she swept past the wide-eyed Lisa-Marie. "I find this place to be very amusing. Quaint. What do you think, James?"
The broad-shouldered man replied something inaudible to the woman as he followed her into room number 5C. The door closed solidly behind them and the click of the lock reverberated in Lisa-Marie's ears.
"My God," she whispered as she placed her hand over her heart. She felt a wave of horniness attack her very core of womanliness and she saw that her nipples were erect. And all he did was walk past me, she thought. What if...?
The soundless pictures moving rapidly through her mind of her naked body entwined with a real male hunk such as James caused her to hurry towards the very last room she was assigned to fix up that day. She entered into the luxury suite and locked the door behind her. This room hadn't been used, so all it really needed was some light dusting before the expected guests arrived later on that evening.
Lisa-Marie floated across the spacious room on over to the large double bed. An almost ceiling-high antique wardrobe with mirrowed doors was placed strategically against the wall opposite the bed. As soon as the young girl saw her reflection as she sprawled on the bed, she began to do an impromptu striptease for her own erotic benefit. She sat up on her knees, closed her green eyes halfway, and made her delectable lips purse in a mocking kiss. She was already so aroused that she knew she'd come shortly after starting to play with her furry cleft. Therefore, she wanted to prolong her ecstasy as much as possible.
I look like a French maid, she thought as she scrutinized her image in the looking glass. She had her hair piled in a bun on top of her head, the white lace cap pinned on top of it to heighten the continental effect. She moved her curvy hips slowly back and forth as she cupped her round breasts in her hands and squeezed them. Her hard nipples grazed the palms of her hands, and her touch upon them increased the fun of her sexual play-acting. She ran her hands down her slender waist, on over her hips, and then she made a circular motion over her mount of 'venus. "Oooh!" she sighed. She was too turned on, as she raised her pink uniform up and pulled her panties down, to bother feeling sorry for herself that she had no one there to help her enjoy her body.
She swiveled back and forth, enjoying the effect of seeing the dab of light-brown hair between her thighs in the mirror's reflection. As per the regulations of the Barnaby Hotel, she had stockings on which were held up by a flimsy white-lace garter belt resplendent with pink ribbons. The tan tops of her thighs contrasted sexily with this piece of froufrou lingerie. She consulted the clock on the mantle. Good-I've got a half-hour or so until I've got to report to Theresa.
She undid the buttons of her tight uniform in a twinkling and sent the starched pink garment sailing across the room. Then it was just her young, supple body, the mirror, and her right hand. Her breasts arched up at a full, pert angle with each smooth, perfect mound tipped with a delicate nipple. She did a brief shimmy-shake and watched the sensuous jellylike movement of her round orbs. Then she sat down and spread her firm thighs apart and peered with great curiosity into the hidden folds of her cunt. Her pubic hair was sparse, creating a young nubile effect. She liked the way her honeypot looked with the white-lace garterbelt outlining it. She could smell the subtle essence of her own arousal and she wished she could stay forever with this dreamlike feeling of hot desire. She gazed into the mirror again and murmured, "I wonder if Nigel would dump Nancy and take me instead if he were in here with me now?" She reflected on how her breasts were larger than Nancy's, at least. The image of Nigel's surfer-boy handsomeness became intermingled with the stunning man, James, she'd just seen out in the hallway.
Feeling too overwhelmed to hold off any longer, she lay down on the large bed and began to rub at her pink nub of pleasure. She was so caught up with her preorgasmic rapture that she didn't hear the sound of a key being turned in the lock of the door. For several moments, her erotic actions were observed. Her beautiful face was transposed by her self-pleasure into that of an angel's. Her sweet mouth was partially open, with just the tip of her tongue showing. She looked as though she needed to be kissed very much. Her breasts were rounded out, as she lay on her back and, even so, they rose substantially off her chest. And with her shapely thighs spread far apart and her luscious cunt on open display, she was a total siren of desire.
"Oh ... hey! What the...?" yelped Lisa-Marie when she was startled by someone kissing her arched neck. She only caught a glimpse of the face of the man bent over her before his warm lips found hers. He was attractive, with dark, wavy hair and high cheekbones, and he kissed her with expertise. She struggled weakly to escape from his arms, but he held on to her steadfastly. A surge of adrenalin pumped into her veins for she had no idea of whom this man was or what he was going to do to her. But the feel of the cloth of his suit was that of someone who was very well-to-do, and he smelled faintly of lemon-lime aftershave lotion. Somehow, the combination of the two helped to allay her worst fears about this sudden attack.
She found herself kissing him back with mounting fervor, and the feel of her nipples being pressed against by his wide chest sent her swirling back to a state of insatiable lust. He pulled his mouth off hers and kissed his way down to one of her pink nipples,-which he began to suck on and tease relentlessly with his tongue. He glanced up once at her face and his hazel eyes held much amusement in them. For a moment, she wondered wildly if she were hallucinating about this man. After all, he had appeared out of the blue by her side and was doing everything to her that she had been imagining. But the intensity of his touch on her cunt was too real to have been her imagination. As he cupped his hand over her mount of 'venus, she moaned and a vast shiver ran through her body.
"This is some hotel! I've never gotten a better present in a hotel room before. Champagne, flowers-all pale by comparison with this treat."
He stood beside the bed and the prone, naked girl and doffed his jacket and tie.
"Oh-no, no, it isn't what you think," protested Lisa-Marie weakly. Oh-no! she thought, If word of this gets out, I'm going to lose my job and my parents will slaughter me, or something! But she was too powerless to end their lovemaking now. He had intense eyes underneath his dark eyebrows, and his lips, though thin, curled with a full sense of sensuality. Smile lines slashed down his lean cheeks like scars, making him look like a worldly pirate of fortune. He stripped down totally in a matter of seconds, revealing a strong, well-proportioned body. Then he was back atop Lisa-Marie's warm, yielding body, his hands and his mouth everywhere at once, triggering hitherto-unknown bursts of hedonistic thrills in her as he discovered her erogenous zones.
She managed to say, "You arrived early...."
"Yes! As fate would have it," he replied huskily. He seemed to like the feel of the curves and planes of the young girl's body as, over and over again, he ran his hands over her breasts, down the dip of her waist, around her stomach, along her firm thighs, and back up over her round hips. To Lisa-Marie, it was a tingling massage and she made occasional purring sounds deep in her throat. She stroked the hard muscle in his arms and nuzzled her face in the soft, dark hair on his chest. She moved her thigh against his and she could feel his desire burning against her body. She slid her arms around the small of his back and pressed his hard cock against her flesh.
This man is the next one, she thought as she reached under him and found his penis. It throbbed in her hand and she could feel a tiny droplet of fluid perched on the very tip of it. She rubbed the warm, velvety cap of his cock and then stroked his balls.
He heaved a sigh and she could feel him trembling with the urgent need to enter her. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. She was almost frightened because this man was-somehow-more sexually overwhelming than Mr. Jones was. For one thing, he was much younger and his body was stronger and more powerful than the head manager's. Also, he possessed a larger cock, which seemed to be full of barely suppressed energy. And when she had been with Mr. Jones, she had always felt that if things got out of hand, she could easily have gotten him to stop. But with this man, she felt like she wasn't at all in control of the situation, that this man was going to fuck her if he damn well pleased.
He spread her thighs apart and placed the tip of his cock against the opening of her vagina. He moved his penis back and forth over the juices of her arousal, gratifying her clitoris and lubricating himself for the plunge at the same time. He clamped hard onto her hips for she couldn't help but start gyrating them slightly. Then, unlike her one other sexual experience, she felt absolutely no pain. Instead, as he entered her, his large cock sent her immediately into a fuller state of pleasure than she'd suspected was possible, like a sixth sense, as it were. It was so deeply rich and intense that she couldn't utter a sound for several minutes.
She clung to his well-muscled arms as he eased his cock in and out of her tight, elastic pussy. He watched the increasing ecstasy on her face as he pumped the lovely girl. Her breasts heaved against his chest as he masterfully brought her closer and closer to climax.
This is it! This is it! she thought. Nothing could ever feel better, she sincerely doubted, than having a good man on top of her. She felt herself becoming more and more hooked on sex with each stroke of this stranger's wonderful cock.
In a move which surprised her, the dark-haired man positioned her legs so that she was bent nearly double, with them placed over his broad shoulders. It was at this point, with her cunt now receiving maximum contact with his groin, that he began to fuck her hard and fast.
She closed her eyes as the man transported her through a series of small preorgasmic quakes on towards the main event. She loved the feel of getting an ernest, resounding fuck, and she slipped her arms about his waist to gain an even stronger effect from the lustful joining of their bodies. With each shiver of her near-climaxes, her cunt tightened in response, creating violent surges of sexual enchantment for the man.
He cupped one of her round breasts and squeezed it, sending additional thrills through her to overload her circuits. This was too much for Lisa-Marie, and a deep groan of total rapture issued forth from her parted lips as she came. Her body felt light-suspended in air-as her desires were finally realized and released in a burst of complete satisfaction.
This was good, for the man couldn't hold out any longer, and he grunted as he shot off a copious amount of hot, foamy sperm deep inside the young girl. She could feel his semen boiling in her cunt and then he collapsed on top of her, first taking her legs off his shoulders. They lay together in a sweaty heap of bliss and listened to each other's pulse quiet down slowly.
Finally the man rolled off her and said, "By the way, who are you and what are you doing in my room?"
Reality came flooding back into Lisa-Marie's mind, and she cast a wild glance at the clock. "Oh, I'm late! I'm a half hour late!" And she ran naked across the room and quickly pulled her pink uniform back on. She patted her hair into place as best as she could and then darted for the door.
"Oh, so you're the maid, are you?" asked the man. He looked startled by her panic-stricken departure, but he smiled all the same. "By the way," he remarked, "aren't you forgetting something?" And he dangled her panties in the air on one of his forefingers.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed, then sprinted back across the room for her underwear.
As she snatched at her forgotten garment, he captured her by the wrist. "Who are you? What's your name?" he repeated. By the look on his face she knew that he wouldn't let her go until she answered his question.
"Lisa-Marie. I've got to go now! I'm late!" She twisted about until he released her.
As she ran back towards the door, he called after her, "And I'm Jacob Hunter. It's been a pleasure meeting you. And we will meet again soon, Lisa-Marie."
The certain authority of his parting remark echoed in the young girl's head as she hastened to report to her supervisor.