Laundry MixUp

I had been traveling for work quite a bit over the summer. Every week was a new city. When Fall rolled around I was looking forward to being home, but my boss informed me that there was some major issues with our St. Louis office and that I was being assigned to go there for 6-8 weeks to help straighten things out. I knew that objecting would do no good, so instead I did my best to negotiate a favorable financial bonus for my trip. My boss was willing to pay my full salary plus a 50% premium as well as covering all of my expenses while I was in St. Louis.

"Now, don't go crazy," were his parting words, "I'll cut your card off if you're out of control on spending."

"Don't worry about me," I laughed, "the craziest thing I'll have time for is a haircut." My boss laughed as I left his office. We both knew the hours I would be putting in would leave little time for much of anything. My track record with the company also gave him an assurance that I would be reasonable. Yes, I enjoyed a nice meal once in a while, but all too often my expense report showed more trips to the grocery store than anything. It was just easier to stay at a hotel that had a kitchenette in the room and buy my food than to waste the time going out all the time. Besides, who wants to go out to eat by themselves every night of the week.

After about three weeks I was getting into a routine. I would often be in the office on Saturdays and Sundays because it was easier to get things done when no one else was there so I would take my "weekend" on Mondays since no one seemed to like them anyway. Also with all of the traveling our employees did for events many of them were out on Mondays to comp for return travel on Saturdays.

My Monday routine was always the same. I would go to the little gym at the hotel in the early morning hours. No one else seemed to use it and since there wasn't much equipment in there it was good to find a time I could be alone and not have to wonder if the other person was actually working out or just there to watch the TV (too often this was the case). Then I would head to my room for a shower and breakfast and then take my laundry to the laundry room. I suppose I could have had the company pay to wash my clothes, but for the price you pay for hotels to wash laundry - $3 to wash one pair of underwear - you could just as well buy new clothes every week. I didn't mind the routine of it, afterall it gave me something to do that saved me from daytime television or opening my email and doing work on my day off.

I'd struck-up a few conversations with Jen, the front desk clerk. She was nice enough, in her 20's, hair that was dyed blonde. Her clothes gave the hint she had recently put on some weight since they seemed stretched pretty tight across her ample breasts and slightly large belly. She looked like the kind of woman that was probably really fit in high school, maybe even played sports, but then when she stopped being so active she started gaining weight. Still she was sweet and cute and short conversations with her made it worth my while to walk past the front desk everyday to curb the loneliness of the life on the road.

As I walked by with my laundry she smiled "good morning, Mr Seyval. You know the hotel would be glad to do your laundry for you."

"Oh, I'm sure," I replied, "and for what the hotel charges I could buy a whole new wardrobe."

She smiled and responded, "you could probably buy both of us a new wardrobe for what we charge." I laughed and kept on my way to the laundry room.

This routine continued for the next few weeks. Little conversations like that helped Jen to ask more questions about me and my work. I got to know a little of her story and indeed she had been a high school softball player, but a knee injury her freshman year of college ended that and since she lost her scholarship she had to find a job that would help her pay tuition. She started at the hotel as a night clerk and then after graduating with her MBA at 24 she decided she really enjoyed working at the hotel and so stayed when a position as the day clerk opened up.

"I may not do it forever" she said, "but the benefits are great. I can travel all over and get really cheap if not free hotel rooms" so we got to talking about places she liked to visit, many of them in warmer climates where she could spend time on the beach dressed only in a swimsuit.

I was picturing that scene when my phone rang and when I looked at the caller ID it was my boss, so I excused myself to answer the call. He was calling to let me know that what he thought would be a 6-8 week assignment would stretch to at least 12 weeks. They were having trouble finding a new Director for this office, but he thought he could transfer someone from another part of the country, but the relocation would take some time. I told him I understood and I that I expected the arrangement would continue as we previously discussed, he agreed and said "in fact, you've spent so little that there will likely be a bonus for you when you're done with this assignment." I assured him that wasn't necessary, though in my mind I was appreciative that he saw my efforts. Afterall I really liked the company and had no plans to look for another job, so being recognized for my effort meant a lot.

I headed over to the front desk to let Jen know that I would need to extend my reservation for another few weeks.

"Well aren't we lucky?" she smiled.I must have looked a bit grumpy as she said because she quickly responded, "I'm sorry, I guess you're ready to head home."

"Yeah, I've been on the road now for a while and even though the money is good and my boss appreciates me, I'm just ready to back into a normal routine."

"Well, if there's anything our hotel can do to help, please let us know. And I mean that, it's not just something I'm told to say."

"thanks, I appreciate it"

I headed for the laundry room to put my clothes in the dryer and then upstairs to my room. I kicked around the room a bit reading a magazine for a bit waiting for the timer to go off so I could get my clothes from the dryer. Finally I made the journey downstairs and back up with a basket of clean clothes. As usual I dumped them out on the bed and started to match socks, fold t-shirts, and hang things up. As I sorted through things I came across a pair of women's panties and a matching bra. Must have been left in one of the machines and I didn't notice. At first I thought about just throwing them into the trash figuring the odds of someone going to the front desk looking for them would be slim, but then I figured that I would do a good deed, afterall it would give me a chance to chat with Jen again, and the way I was feeling a little conversation couldn't hurt.

I didn't want to just walk down stairs with a bra and panties in my hands, so I rummaged around my room to find a plastic bag. As I put them into the bag I noted that the bra was for a woman with sizable tits and the panties were a nice soft satiny feel. Touching them got me a bit aroused since I hadn't had sex in a good while with all of my traveling. I paused for a moment to look at the bra and pantie and imagined having peeled them off of a beautiful woman. I could feel my cock starting to stir, and since I was wearing workout pants with no underwear I could feel the fabric of the pants against my cock arousing me more.

Without thinking I sat onto the bed sliding my workout pants to my ankles, dropped the bra, and began to stroke my cock with the panties that were in my hand. The feel of the soft fabric against my cock got it hard in no time and before I knew what had happened I was shooting a hot ribbon of cum across the room onto the carpet. As I realized what had happened, I looked down to see that thankfully the panties didn't get any cum on them and I quickly set them aside as I went to wash up.

Once I recomposed myself, I put the bra and panties into the bag and headed down to the front desk. As I approached Jen, she smiled widely, "how can I help you?"

"I found these in my laundry, but they're not mine." I said, "must've been left by the person who used the machine before me." Jen opened the bag without hesitation and pulled the bra and panties out in plan view of anyone who might have walked by.

Looking a bit embarrassed, she commented, "Oh, my. I'll make sure these get returned to their owner."

I'm not sure what prompted me, but I asked, "oh, did someone come looking for them?"

"Not exactly," Jen smiled as she drew her hand near the opening of her shirt. I hadn't paid much attention when I was talking to her earlier or when I had walked-up just now, but when Jen drew her hand near the opening of her button-down shirt I realized that she wasn't wearing any kind of shirt underneath it and I couldn't quite tell, because the fabric of the shirt was thick enough to not be see-through, but her tits definitely seemed to be resting a bit lower than usual.

I just smiled at her and nodded my head as if to say, "you mean, those are yours?"

Jen clearly got the message and said "I thought you needed a bit of a pick me up, I hope it worked."

I didn't want to tell her what had happened, especially right there at the front desk, so I just nodded my head, "it was certainly a surprise."

Jen handed the bag back to me, "here, why don't you take this to your room and I'll have the owner stop by to get them when she's off work at 3"

I could feel my cock stirring again, and swallowed hard, "okay" is all I could muster as my face felt flush and I turned and walked away.

3 o'clock? It was only 11 in the morning, how was I possibly going to make it until 3? I stood waiting for the elevator and in the chrome reflection I could see that Jen was watching me. I couldn't bear to turn around to face her, but the thought of her working at the front desk wearing her tight khaki pants and white button down shirt with no panties or bra was an image that was solidly painted into my mind.

I got back to my room and set the bag with Jen's panties and bra on the cabinet near the TV. I turned the TV on hoping to find something to distract me, but seeing the bag with the bra and panties got my mind back to the image of Jen standing at the front desk helping other guests wearing no bra or panties. I had to find a way to truly distract me. I tidied the room a bit and made the bed (something I didn't typically do and since I'm a long-term guest housekeeping only comes in once a week). All of that took me to 11:30 and I was going crazy.

For a guy who had plenty of sex in his 20's, had a fair share in his 30's, and typically did alright now in his early 40's this young woman sure had a hold over me by doing the simplest of things. I went to the bag and pulled Jen's bra out and laid it on the bedside table. I took her panties out of the bag as well and began to imagine them stretched across her ass and wondered if she trimmed her pussy or if she was wild and hairy. As I held the panties in my hand I could feel my cock stirring again, but I had to resist the urge knowing that if I jerked myself off I wouldn't have much left when Jen joined me later and clearly she was expecting sex if she gave me her panties and bra.

I decided I couldn't just sit in my room, but I wasn't sure where to go, so I changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and grabbed my keys. I figured I would decide where to go once I got to my car, but I knew I couldn't stay alone in my room for 3-1/2 more hours or I would simply go crazy. It was nearing lunchtime afterall, maybe I could go find someplace to eat and take my mind off of Jen.

I was hoping she would be busy when I walked through the lobby, but as the elevator opened I saw her standing alone behind the counter, focused on the computer screen. Of course as the doors opened, she picked her head-up and noticed me walking toward the lobby, "Mr. Seyval!" she called out with a smile, "I have a message here a the desk for you."

I walked toward the desk as Jen looked in all directions around her and quickly moved her hand to unbutton her shirt and slip me a quick peek of her nipple before quickly covering it again, but not buttoning her shirt back up. "The message is from a woman who says she left a pair of panties and bra in one of the laundry machines. She says she is rather enjoying not wearing them and hopes the person who found them will return them to her in person." Jen smiled wickedly and again flashed her nipple to me briefly.

I wasn't sure what to do in that moment, so I stammered, "I'm going to get some lunch and I'll be back." I could feel my heart racing as the blood flowed strongly to my cock.I turned to the door and began walking away.

The cool air outside was a welcome relief as I walked to my car. This was a side of Jen I hadn't anticipated, but she seemed to relish the idea of being in control of a man 20 years her senior. As I got into my car and started the engine I paused a moment to imagine Jen's sweet nipples and how she flashed them right there at the front desk of the hotel. As the heat started to blow, I put the car in gear and headed out to grab some lunch trying to think of a place that would take some time so I wouldn't feel a hurry to get back.

The place I picked was in a business park area, but given it was a Monday it wasn't terribly busy, and the waiters at this restaurant had been trained to keep the service moving. So even though I took my time ordering, my food came quickly and the check was on the table before I was halfway done with my meal. Even though the waiters say "no hurry" you know they want you to pay the bill so they can move on to other customers or in the case of some of these business park area restaurants they can end their shift because the restaurant will be dead for the next 4 hours until the happy hour crowd arrives. So I paid my check and made my exit to the parking lot to plan my next move.

I thought about going to the mall and just walking around, but I felt like I would probably be seen as some creepy old guy who was stalking the young employees. Nothing of interest was showing at the movie theater. I'm not a coffee shop guy and the idea of sitting at a bar in the middle of a Monday made me feel like an alcoholic just for thinking the thought. I decided that a drive around town might be the best option, so I picked a couple of roads that I was familiar with and mapped a plan that would at least take me until about 2pm. That way I could return to the hotel and get settled into my room before Jen's shift was over.

The drive was uninspiring, but it did the job of killing some time and keeping my mind off of Jen. But as I pulled into the hotel parking lot, my brain filled with images of her bra and panties in my laundry, her flashing me her nipples, and my fantasy of what it might be like to have her in my hotel room. I parked my car and strolled into the lobby. Jen wasn't at the desk when I walked in, which was probably for the best, so I kept strolling toward the elevator and pressed the button. As the doors opened a young couple stepped off the elevator excusing themselves as they stepped past me to the lobby. I stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button to go up to my 4th floor room and the doors closed.

As the doors opened on the fourth floor, I stepped off the elevator and scanned the hallway, seeing no one, as usual, I headed to my room, put the key in and entered. I let the door close behind me, and normally I would deadbolt the door, but since I knew Jen would be joining me, I decided to just leave it as it was. I found my way into the room and decided to change back into the workout pants and tshirt, since that was what I was most comfortable in and I figured no matter what I was wearing it would be coming off soon enough.

I kicked back on the bed and turned on the TV flipping through the channels to realize that afternoon TV was about as vapid as daytime TV. I found a movie that I had seen a dozen times before and left it on as I closed my eyes for a moment drifting off to a little bit of a nap.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

The knock at the door startled me awake and I looked at the bedside clock, 3:07pm.

"Mr. Seyval, Housekeeping" I recognized the voice was Jen's not the housekeeper. "I have the extra towels you asked for." as those words left Jen's mouth I heard the key in the door and noticed it open quietly as in slipped Jen with a stack of towels in her hand. As the door closed behind her, I heard her latch the deadbolt and chain and I stood to greet her as she set the pile of towels on the counter.

I could see that she was still dressed in her khaki pants and button down shirt, but as I looked at her, to my surprise the shirt was unbuttoned all the way down.

"have you been working with your shirt like that all afternoon?" I asked.

"don't be silly," she smiled, "I just did this after grabbing the stack of towels. You don't take me for a complete tramp, do you?"

"Well, no, of course..." I stammered to get the words out, thinking I had offended her.

Jen laughed, "I mean, I would love to be bold enough to stand at that front desk like this all day, but what would my boss say? Knowing the way it impacted you I can only imagine how other men who come through the hotel would respond."

I stepped closer to Jen, "no, no, now you just stand there," she responded. "in fact, you go and have a seat in that chair in the corner of your room and I will come closer when I feel comfortable. I mean, I am a young woman in a strange man's hotel room afterall."

I could tell Jen was taking control, but not in a demanding way, a very gentle one. I was glad to sit in the chair as she directed since she clearly had a plan for what would happen in our time together.

With daylight still cascading through the window, the fourth floor room provided anonymity with a certain sense of daring, I mean sure if someone really looked they could see a bit of what was happening in the room from the parking lot, but they would have to really be looking and we would have to be right near the window.

Jen stepped into the middle of the room, "now, take my phone and snap a few photos of me." Jen tossed her phone toward me and posed in the middle of the room. I fumbled to open it, but got the camera working and snapped photos first of her full body, then close-ups of her upper body, as she danced around the room a bit. As she twirled and spun her shirt came open and her tits fell out, so I furiously snapped photos to capture that moment.

"enough photos, put the phone down and pay attention to me," Jen commanded gently. She tugged at the shirt to pull it out of her pants and threw the shirt to the floor. Jen stepped across the room toward me and knelt on my lap. My hands instinctively went toward her breasts, "no, no, not yet. You haven't even kissed me yet." she smiled as she leaned her lips toward mine and planted a kiss on my lips. I felt the passion flow through her lips to my and through my body as she kept kissing me. Without hesitation she opened my lips with hers and gently slid her tongue into my mouth.

Jen worked her hands down my chest and pulled my tshirt from the bottom up over my head to reveal my bare chest. Slowly she started kissing from my lips down my neck to my chest. Gently she flicked with her tongue as she went, leaving a trail of her saliva as she worked slowly down my body arriving at my stomach. As she knelt on the floor in front of me looking up into my eyes, Jen smiled and leaned back. Her hands tugged gently at the top of my workout pants and pulled them forward, but she then gently returned them to my hips.

"We're in no hurry here" Jen whispered as she rubbed my inner thighs and stood up. She picked up her phone and handed it back to me. "A few more photos might be nice," and she returned to the middle of the room where she stood looking at me with a smile before placing her hands on the bed and then pulling herself up on all fours and crawling around catlike on the bed making sure I got a good view of her ass tightly packed into her khaki pants. I could feel my cocking stretching the fabric of my workout pants as she prowled around and I kept snapping photos.

She crawled toward me and stopped at the edge of the bed raising up so that she was kneeling at the edge of the bed facing me. Jen's tits were beautiful and in full view, they had to be at least D-cup, but firm and pert as could be. Her nipples were pink and standing at attention at this point, and I so much wanted to reach out and grab them and lick them. I noticed Jen's hands had moved to the waistline of her pants and begun unbuttoning her pants and slowly she zipped down the zipper. I took photos of just her hands on the zipper as well as some wider shots of her. When the zipper got to the bottom Jen again said "enough photos, come here." and beckoned me with her finger to come closer.

I set the phone down and stepped closer, this time reaching out and grabbing her beautiful firm tits as I went in for a kiss. I began to kiss down her neck and toward her beautiful tits as I caressed them, gently twisting the nipples with my thumb and index finger. I moved my head down to kiss in the cleavage between her massive tits and made my way to each nipple to give a lick, swirling my tongue around her nipple before biting with gentle but increasing pressure on each nipple.

I could hear Jen beginning to whimper and moan as I teased her nipples.Her breathing began to get heavy as I kept teasing her and she pulled my body closer to hers running her hands against my ass and up and down my back.Relentlessly I kept my tongue on one nipple or the other non-stop as Jen's breathing got quicker and her moans grew louder until finally she couldn't take it anymore and pushed me away from her screaming in orgasm.

"You, son of a bitch," Jen panted, "you made me cum first." Jen fought to catch her breath as she fell to the bed and I lay down next to her. "I wanted to make you cum, but damn, you are good." she smiled. I wrapped my arms around her and began to kiss her lips gently. Slowly I moved my hands down to her waistline and slid first one and then two hands down her hips sliding her pants down to reveal her perfectly trimmed pussy - a dark heart shape that pointed straight into her pussy lips, "I'm not a natural blonde" she quipped as I kept sliding her pants down and finally off of her body.

"No, shit?" I laughed as I began to kiss her inner thighs just above her knees.

"Oh, no you don't," Jen pushed her hands to my head, "you don't get to eat me before I play with your cock,"

"who said I was going to eat you," I smiled confidently. I returned to my kissing of her inner thighs and removed her hands from my head holding them to the side. Slowly I began to kiss upward to Jen's hot, wet slit. I could smell the pussy juice from her earlier orgasm as I moved closer and closer. Jen's breathing again got heavy and she began to moan as I slowly slid my tongue deep into her wet and waiting slit. I held her hands to the side for a moment, but then Jen grabbed my head and pulled me into her hot, wet, cunt as I tongue-fucked her with reckless abandon. I slid my hands around to cup her ass and pull her closer to me. It was clear that Jen had barely come down from her first orgasm as I was quickly bringing her to a second as again she screamed outloud first pulling my head into her pussy and then pushing it away as she tried to catch her breath.

There were no more words at this point, as I rolled over onto my back Jen was focused on releasing my cock from my workout pants and pulled them down and threw them to the side. She crawled back toward me and grabbed my cock with her hand giving it a few gentle strokes before burying it deep into her wet pussy. Jen faced me with her tits bouncing up and down as she slid my cock in and out of her wet hole and then all at once she stopped.

I waited looking at Jen to see what she would do next, but she just waited there looking down at me, my cock twitching inside her pussy.

Slowly she lifted herself up until the tip of my cock was just out of her wet pussy and then she dropped back down.

She waited in that position again with a smile on her face.

"what's you're favorite position?" she asked coyly.

You may think this is a cop-out, but I really don't have a favorite. Honestly, if I'm getting fucked and I'm going to cum, that's good enough for me. But I know that's not the right answer in this situation, so I had to think quickly about what she might like.

She sat not moving for a little while.

"Reverse Cowgirl? Doggystyle? There's no way you're a Missionary guy" she started to slowly move on top of me again. "Legs spread? Standing? Can Opener?" she began to pick up speed. "I bet you fantasize about two women at once, maybe three?" Jen was in a rhythm now that was building my cum in my balls, "Oooh, I bet you like to be tied up? is that it?"

Jen slid my cock out of her pussy and in one move had it deep in her mouth sucking it hard. Before I knew it she had pulled me up into a sitting position and was off the edge of the bed sucking my cock from tip to hilt. Jen turned around and leaned over the nearby table, "come take me from behind" I stood up and stepped close to her sliding my cock in her pussy as she began to moan again. Slowly I slid in and out of her pussy as she begged for more, "that's it baby, I know you wanna cum inside me now."

She was right, after all I had experienced from her I couldn't believe I hadn't cum yet but now more than ever I wanted to blow my cum into her hot wet pussy. I reached around to grab her tits as they swung from side to side as I fucked her. As I drove my cock in and out I could feel that it wouldn't be long.

"I'm gonna cum"

"deep inside me baby, deep inside"

As I pushed in I could feel my balls starting to release, I pulled back one more time and pushed deep into Jen's pussy slapping my balls against her clit as I released my load and pressed my cock as deep into her as I could.

I stood still for a moment holding my cock deep inside Jen. As she stood up straight, I wrapped my arms around her just below her tits and slid my cock out of her pussy still holding her close to me. I began to kiss the back of her neck, she reached up to pull her long blonde hair out of the way as she tilted her head to the side giving me better access to her neck. My hands moved to her tits again holding them up and gently playing with her nipples. Jen wiggled her ass near my cock, I turned her toward the bed and she leaned forward falling on to the bed, pulling me along with her.

We lay next to each other on the bed for a moment, "you just don't quit" she smiled.

"Not with a beauty like you next to me," I smiled.

Jen ran her fingers up and down my chest. With each turn she got closer and closer to my cock. After some time she began to tease the top of my cock with the back of her fingers and then gently with her finger nails.

She slid down my body and started to breathe hot, humid breath on my cock and she watched as it started to come to life again. As it started to stand up she stroked it gently and then drew it between her lips. She slid up and down on my shaft until it was rock hard again. She rolled on top of me and slid my saliva-slick cock into her pussy until the whole length of my shaft disappeared inside her. I could feel her grip it with her pussy and then release, she did this several times before sliding up and down on my cock, slowly at first, then faster.

Jen began to moan with each movement on my cock and I slid my hands to her ass to cup it while she slid up and down on me. I felt her pace quicken and the slow and then quicken then slow. As she slowed down, I slid my finger across the top of her leg and slowly slid a finger inside her pussy while I fucked her, slowly I slid in a second finger, pulling back toward her ass as I kept pressing my cock toward her clit. I slowly slid the fingers in and out of her pussy as he breath grew faster and my balls grew tighter. I picked up the pace of my fingers and then sharply drew them out as I thrust my cock into her.

Jen looked me in the eye as she screamed out loud. I unloaded my cum into her once more with a moan of my own. We stayed locked in that position for a moment before she said, "looks like we're both going to be glad your contract got extended."