The Towel
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Anonymous

The Towel

I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off with a towel before wrapping it around my waist and padding back into the hotel room. I checked my watch. 4.30pm. The meeting had finished early and now I had several hours to kill. I sighed and looked out of the window. The usually picturesque rolling hills and terracotta roofs of the Tuscan countryside were only just visible through the driving rain, lashing against the window pane. Ordinarily perhaps a walk around the local area would have been a suitable diversion, but not today. I sighed and switched on the TV. Most of the channels were in Italian with just a handful of news channels in English. I flicked through, my eyes widening when I found an adult channel. My finger hovered on the channel button on the remote control. The scene was of a slim blonde and a voluptuous brunette swapping an engorged penis between their mouths, one bobbing up and down on the saliva slick shaft, while the other licked and sucked on the lucky guy's balls. I felt a familiar stirring in my groin. I checked my watch. Why not. I didn't have anything better to do. I reached for a box of tissues from beside the bed, pulled the towel from my waist and made myself comfortable, my right hand tightening around my stiffening cock.

The action on the screen had altered to the brunette lying back on the bed while the man pistoned his hard cock in and out of her moist pussy. The blonde climbed up onto the bed, standing astride the brunette's face before dropping to her knees and slowly lowering her pussy to the brunette's waiting mouth. The brunette attacked the blonde's slit with vigour, the blonde crying out and grinding her pussy against her mouth. I could feel my balls tightening as I felt my climax approaching. Then my heart skipped a beat as I heard a key turn in the hotel room door. Shit. I had forgotten to put out the "Do not disturb" sign! I scrambled for the towel and covered my groin just before the door swung open. The maid walked in with a pile of fresh towels, oblivious to my presence. I had just reached the remote control when she heard the blonde on the TV reach a typically over the top, Earth shattering orgasm. I pressed the off button just too late to prevent the maid looking at the TV, which had returned to a close up of the cock thrusting in and out of the brunette's pussy. The maid's mouth gaped in shock and she noticed me for the first time, lying there naked save for the towel across my lap. The stack of fresh towels dropped from her arms. My choice of viewing together with the box of tissues next to my naked form on the bed left little doubt as to what I had been engaged in. My face burned with embarrassment and shame.

"I'm so sorry." I blurted out. "I should have put the sign on the door."

"I'm sorry." She replied. "I really should have knocked before I came in. Please don't report me."

"Trust me, the last thing I want to do is recount this experience in the hotel reception."

The maid smiled, relieved. For the first time, I looked at the maid. She was maybe in her late twenties, five foot five, slender, with the classical Italian look of long dark hair, brown eyes and olive skin. She wore a white blouse and a black pencil skirt.

"I'm sorry sir, I'll collect these towels and leave you alone." She bent over and collected the towels while I lay there feeling exposed and utterly embarrassed. While she was collecting the towels, I noticed her glance furtively in my direction and just a hint of a smile on her lips. No doubt now the initial shock was over, she was looking forward to telling the other maids about walking in on the pervert in 206. She disappeared into the bathroom and returned a moment later with one last towel on her arm. Her uniform blouse had the top two buttons open and I could see the cleavage of her shapely breasts. I tried to recall if the buttons had been open a moment ago... "I'm sorry sir." She said, looking down at the floor. "I have one last towel to change." She looked pointedly at the towel on my lap. Again, there was the subtlest of hints of a smile.

"Ah, I... err..." I stuttered. The maid took a tentative step forward, her eyes fixed on the towel, her lips pouting slightly. My mind was reeling and I felt like a rabbit in the headlights as she reached down and took hold of a corner of the towel. Slowly, she dragged the towel towards her, the fabric sliding across my sensitive semi hard cock until I was free of the towel. My hands moved downwards to try to retain my modesty, but I hesitated. The maid's eyes were fixed on my cock. Both the towel and its fresh replacement had dropped to the floor, forgotten. She subconsciously gently bit her bottom lip, wavering for a moment before glancing at me. Our eyes met and whatever she saw in mine clearly satisfied her that she could continue, as she reached out and took my cock in her hand. She softly ran her fingers over my length, her nimble fingers running from the base to the tip. A delicious mixture of fear and excitement swept through me and I felt my cock respond to her touch and stiffen in her grasp. A smile crossed her face as my cock quickly reached its full seven inches. Her fingers tightened around my shaft and she began to slowly pump it. I groaned in pleasure, my embarrassment forgotten. She sank to her knees at the side of the bed and her brown eyes looked from my cock to my face and back to my cock. Another moan escaped my mouth as her free hand travelled up the inside of my thigh and cupped my balls, my scrotum tightening with her caressing fingers. She gently rolled my balls in her fingers, while still sliding her fist up and down my rock hard cock at the same gentle, deliberate pace. I closed my eyes as I savoured the blissful sensations this enigmatic, beautiful Italian maid was bestowing upon me.

After a few minutes of this, I felt her hand leave my balls and a few moments later, her own moans of pleasure joined my own. I opened my eyes to find that her free hand had been thrust under the hem of her pencil skirt, which had ridden up her thighs, and was now inside her black lacy knickers. Our eyes met again. There was a fierce, burning hunger in her eyes as her hand worked away between her legs. The irony that the tables had turned and I was now watching her masturbate was not lost on me. All the while, she was still gently stroking my cock at the same pace. Her panting quickened and her eyes, still locked on mine blazed with passion. Her hand stopped moving on my cock, gripping it tightly instead. I watched transfixed as her mouth dropped open, her eyes closed, her body shuddered and she let out a cry of pure ecstasy as she reached her climax. A moment later, her body relaxed and she took a couple of deep breaths. Her eyes flicked open and she smiled broadly at me. I returned her smile, a smile that grew wider as she resumed gently pumping my cock. She climbed up onto the bed and gently eased my legs apart, settling down on her knees between them. Then, looking me in the eye all the way, she released my cock from her grasp, bent forward and slowly licked the underside of my cock from balls to tip. I groaned in blissful agony. My cock head was shiny and purple, it was that swollen. She pumped my cock a few more times before pulling it towards her and dropping her head into my lap, swirling her tongue around the tip this time. Again she resumed her stroking with her hand for a few moments, before again bending forward and this time taking my cock into her mouth, the warmth and moistness enveloping the first three inches of my shaft. She began to bob her head up and down, licking and sucking on my cock until I was arching my back in ecstasy and moments away from reaching my own climax. Sensing this, she pulled back, letting my cock spring free. She took my cock back into her hand and settled lower on the bed. I felt a cool sensation on my balls as she began to lap at them with her tongue. Then she took one ball into her mouth, very gently sucking on it before doing the same to the other. She then returned to licking my balls until my entire sack was lathered in her cool saliva. My hands gripped the sheets, pulling them from the mattress as she kept me on the very brink. My brow was moist with perspiration and my groans had increased in volume. Her hand stroked at the same deliberate level as before, the maid's delicious torture driving me mad with desire. Her free hand lifted my balls and her tongue traced the seam of the sensitive area behind them. I could stand it no longer.

"Please." I implored, no begged, her. "Please, make me come." With one last lascivious lick from behind my balls to the tip of my cock, she released me and climbed off the bed, kneeling on the floor. She gestured for me to come to her and unbuttoned her blouse to her waist, pulling it open, exposing her shapely breasts, albeit within the confines of a black push-up bra. I climbed off the bed and stood before her, my throbbing cock swaying in front of her face, gazing down at this wanton Italian sex goddess before me. She reached for me, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards her. She opened her mouth and guided my cock back inside the warm and moist confines of her mouth. She began pumping my cock into her mouth with one hand, while the other massaged my balls. The gentle, deliberate pace of earlier was replaced by a rapid stroking as she brought me back to the brink in moments, but this time, she didn't drop off or slow down at all.

"I'm going to come." I warned her. Her brown eyes tilted up to gaze into mine, but her pace did not let up and my cock remained firmly planted in her mouth. "Oh my God." I cried out. "I'm coming!" For a moment my head swam as I felt the eruption from deep within my loins as I felt the contents of my balls race up my shaft to fill the maid's mouth. Her eyes were still locked on mine as she gulped down the first volley. My cock pulsed again, filling her mouth with a second volley and then a third. I saw a moment of panic in her eyes as she realised she couldn't swallow in time. She pulled my cock from her mouth, trickles of my come running down her chin and dropping onto the tops of her breasts. My cock pulsed again, my come splashing against her cheek. She gasped, trying to aim the tip of my cock back at her mouth, but only succeeding in sending the next volley up the other side of her face. I felt a mixture of mortification at the mess I was making of her and the excitement of the eroticism of the sight before me. Perhaps feeling that the damage was already done, she tilted her head back and deliberated aimed my cock at her chest, the remaining volleys of come splashing across her breasts and trickling down into her cleavage. Satisfied that I was spent, she released my cock. I took an unsteady step backwards and surveyed the sight before me. The maid remained on her knees looking up at me, her cheeks splashed with my come. She smiled, a dribble of come ran from her lips to her chin and her breasts were a mass of splashes and dribbles of my creamy come. It was a sight that I would never forget and was one of the most erotic moments of my life. I sat down heavily on the bed, completely spent.

The maid looked down at her come streaked chest and gently ran a finger across her chin, collecting some of my come and licking the finger clean before theatrically licking her lips. I smiled at her as she repeated this process for the splashes on her cheeks. She then reached for the towel that has just a short time ago hidden my modesty from her and wiped the last of my come from her face and dabbed the worst of it from her breasts and neck. She buttoned up her blouse, got to her feet and straightened her skirt. My maid turned to walk away and with a last look back over her shoulder at me, those brown eyes twinkling and a smile on her face, left my room, taking the come soaked towel with her...