She prowls around her cavernous home like a tiger exploring her domain. She feels unsettled, antsy, downright predatory….and something has to give.
Hard as she may try, and employee’s face dances in her mind. Summer! That gorgeous bundle of energy and light, Summer.
I had a phone call with my hotel manager last night, and I could hear her in the background. That light, tinkling voice, chatting effortlessly with customers. Even hearing that made me wet. I can’t get to the place… we’re still snowed in….oh bugger it..i am still snowed in here.
And yet…Miss Brain has been busy. Oh, so busy. She’s been conjouring up images of Summer in various states of undress, but just lately, it’s been white panties and black tights. I’ve found myself having no difficulty in imagining how the cum stains would look in the crotch of her undies….and how they’d smell. I have no doubt that, knowing Miss Brain, she’s got it with about a 95% accuracy! Miss Brain, and Madam Nose seem to work well together.
But there’s something about that girl! Something that lodges her firmly in my sexual mind, and I really fear….i mean really fear I might break my Prime Directive with her. Worse still, I think she may want me to. Or might that merely be wishful thinking?
Certainly there has been some evidence to support my wishful thinking. Her exposing her crotch to me while scrubbing a storage area. Her unabashed stripping when she got her uniform covered in detergent and grease form an extractor vent. There was no coy turning away, no attempt to hide her front from me. When she found some grease spots on her bra, she simply reached round and I clipped it, and I had to force myself to turn away. Turn away before I saw too much, and worse, she would have seen naked lust in my face.
Last night, I dreamed of wrestling with her on her bed in her room at the hotel. Popping the buttons on her shirt, and ripping her tights. 9it’s been quite a while since I tore my way through another girls rights…or, for that matter, had anyone down that to me!
Shaved? I thought so, but when she stripped to her panties there was a single spider-leg of pubic hair. But one tree does not make a forest. It may just have been a stray. I don’t know…but I long to find out!
I know, without doubt that as soon as our lane is unblocked, I’m going to the hotel. I have to resolve this one way or another. Maybe I’ll do a dirty job myself, and have her ‘catch; me in a state of undress. I’ll know from her reaction if there’s any interest there.
My fear is that she may be one of what I call ‘holy innocents’…someone who tells you the most intimate details of their sex life, fantasies and desires, with absolutely no idea of what it might be doing to the listener. I’ve had experience of that.
One night, during a visit to Tig, there were six of us in her room. The wine had taken a hammering and some interesting things were smoked. There was a variant of the game ‘spin the bottle’, combined with ‘never have I ever’. Whomsoever the bottle landed on had to express something they had never done, but wanted to. If anyone had done it, they had to take a drink. There were some pretty deep things.
“Never have I ever had sex during my period.” (I took a drink.)
“Never have I ever had anal sex.” (I took another.)
“Never have I ever masturbated in front of someone.” (And another….oh dear!)
“Never have I ever watched someone have sex.”
Never have I ever watched someone masturbate.” If `I drank much more, I’d fall over! So I asked the person if they’d like to watch me do it. After all, I was pretty wasted by then. Three of the others had drifted off to bed. (Two of them, I was certain, to the same bed.) leaving me, Tig and the other girl, Sam. Sam had nodded eagerly. “Alright then. Get yourself comfortable.” I reached up my skirt and took my panties off, hitched my skirt up, spread my knees and began. I soon discovered I needed some boob stimulation so I reached up my T-shirt with the other hand. I never took my eyes of Sam for a second. It was obvious that she was getting really aroused. And I mean really aroused.
Her pupils dilated, nostrils flared, and a mottled flush spread across her neck. Tig already had a hand between her legs and Sam decided it was ok for her to do it as well. Just as she got into a rhythm she breathlessly announced “I’ve…never….done this….with anyone….ooohhh..watching me before.” I found that I could almost control her remotely. The closer I allowed myself to get, the closer she got. If I backed away, so did she. When finally I came, Sam did, but she came so hard, she squirted for the first time in her life.
All this and more I convinced myself was possible with Summer.
After several gut-wrenching orgasms, I had calmed down a little and told myself ….actually, reminded myself…that Summer exudes innocence in bucket-loads. It wouldn’t surprise me if she was a virgin, and it wouldn’t surprise me if she has never even touched herself yet. All of which made me want her more.
I’ve had sexy staff members before…in fact, they still work for me…but I’ve never seriously considered bedding them. But Summer….i could be very, very naughty with that girl….
….and in the dead of night, I rather think she’d let me.
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