Midnight Room Service With Hotel Maid Jane

In the heart of a city that never sleeps, I found myself in a hotel room, a sanctuary from the relentless hum of the metropolis. I am a handsome, good-looking guy that no woman will pass by without turning back. I had requested room service, expecting the usual efficient but impersonal service. Instead, Jane arrived, a vision in the hotel’s uniform, her curves hinted at beneath the formal attire. Her eyes, a vibrant green, met mine, and I felt an immediate spark, an electric connection that hummed between us.

“Good evening, sir,” she greeted, her voice a soft purr that sent a shiver down my spine. “I’ve brought your dinner.”

I moved towards her, my gaze never leaving hers. “Thank you, I asked for her name; she said Jane.” Jane, you look pretty with a good shape down there. She raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. “Oh? And what might that be, sir?”

I closed the distance between us, my hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. I murmured, my lips inches from his ear. “I just lounge lonely with no girl and am horny.”

She drew in a sharp breath, her eyes widening. “Sir, I… I can’t,” she stammered, but her body betrayed her, leaning into my touch.

I leaned in, capturing her hands, pushing her to the wall, and starting to touch her body from boobs to waist. She responded instantly, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pulled me closer.

My hands roamed her body, slipping beneath her uniform to explore the soft skin beneath. She moaned as I cupped her breast, her nipple hardening at my touch, trailing my lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.

She gasped, her head falling back to give me better access. “We can’t… we’ll get caught.”

I chuckled, my fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her uniform. “Then we’ll have to be quick,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear.

Her uniform fell to the floor, revealing a black lace bra and panties. I groaned at the sight, my dick straining against my trousers. I quickly undressed, my eyes never leaving hers.

She watched me, her gaze filled with lust and a hint of fear. “Five minutes,” she said, her voice shaky. “That’s all we have.”

I smirked, pulling her towards the bed. “Then we better make them count.”

I pushed her down onto the bed, my body covering hers. Our lips met in a fierce kiss, our tongues tangling in a desperate dance. My hands explored her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts.

She moaned, her hands tugging at my hair as she pulled me closer. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice filled with need. “Please.”

I grinned, positioning myself between her legs. I teased her entrance with the tip of my dick, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath me. “Beg for it,” I commanded, my voice harsh with desire.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, sir. I need you.”

I slammed into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her back arching off the bed. I set a brutal pace, pounding into her with all the pent-up desire that had been building between us.

She met each hit, her hips rising to meet mine. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that drove me wild. I could feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building.

“Come for me,” I growled, my lips brushing against her ear. “I want to feel you come on my dick.”

She cried out, her body convulsing beneath mine. I followed her over the edge, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. I collapsed on top of the bed, our bodies slick with sweat.

The reality of what we had just done slowly began to sink in. I rolled off her, pulling her into my arms.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “That was… incredible.”

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Yes, it was.”

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a newfound confidence. “We should do that again,” she said, her voice filled with mischief. “But next time maybe somewhere else we’ll take our time.”

I grinned, my hand slipping beneath her panties. “Next time,” I promised, my fingers finding her already wet pussy. “But for now, we’ll have to make do with what we have.”

In the end, Jane left my hotel room with a satisfied smile on her face. And as I watched her go, I knew that I would be waiting, eager for our next encounter. Because in the heart of a city that never sleeps, anything is possible. Even a quick, passionate encounter with a hotel staff member named Jane.