Jane's Encounter in the Hotel (Chapter 3 of Jane's Encounters)
By Christine Oram
Published on Apr 14, 2004. Revised Nov 2024
©Christine Oram 2004, 2024
It is best to read these stories in order as there is a considerable continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time.
Jane paused in her hotel bathroom and listened intently. She could definitely hear water running somewhere above her head, and water was dripping from the ceiling onto the floor. Damn, I'll have to call the front desk, she said to herself.
She had just had a shower, and she was standing, stark naked, in front of the large mirror in her bathroom brushing her teeth. She had carefully soaped every part of her body, every delightful curve and crevice, every part of her she could reach, and she had shaved everything. She had paid particular attention to her pussy so that she was now as smooth as the day she was born. The sight of her stunning naked body in the slightly steamy mirror, her feelings of extreme cleanliness, the tingling in her pussy induced by the gentle pull of the razor over her groin, always produced a familiar feeling of wetness. Today was no exception.
However, events had changed her over the last few weeks, and these served to increase her lustful feelings still more. Now, when looking at herself in a mirror or seeing herself reflected in a glass door or window, she imagined what those teenage girls and Natasha had seen in her. It was very gratifying to her ego to imagine their feelings of lust for her. It's no wonder I'm so turned on and hot to trot, she thought. She was so ready to pleasure herself even though she did not really have the time. She was due down in the conference room in 45 minutes.
Then she felt the cold drops of water on her back. She stepped out of their way and put down the toothbrush. Her nipples felt stiff and sensitive, and she held and tweaked them watching herself in the reflection. She was intensely aroused now. First things first though.
"Hello," she said as the man at the front desk picked up the phone.
"Hello Ms. Carter, what can I do for you?" the man said. Jane explained about the water.
"Oh, OK, our engineers are busy right now -- is it leaking badly?' Jane explained that it all depended on what was considered bad. Water was not yet flowing from the bathroom into the rest of her room, but if left for a couple of hours it certainly would.
"Right, I'll tell you what, I'll send the floor manager up to check it out, and he can report back. Don't worry we'll get it fixed."
"Thanks. Bye." Jane replaced the phone and stepped back into the bathroom, the relative cool of the bedroom had felt good on her naked body. She put a towel on the floor to soak up the water, stepped onto it, and proceeded to dry her hair. Although her hair was now longer than it used to be, now almost reaching her shoulders, it took a surprisingly little time to dry. In the mirror her naked smooth, hard, body looked back at her suffused with a nice shower-induced color. Her tight breasts and flat stomach, her now smooth groin and the top of her curvaceous thighs. She could see most if her sex. She put down the dryer and put the tips of her fingers on her slit. It felt very good. She started masturbating, her fingers making gentle circles over her clit.
"Umm." Jane moaned and she retreated to the far wall, leaning against the towel rail. She could see more of herself now. Her long, brown hair, her round breasts and her toned thighs, her hand in between them, touching herself. She moved her fingers faster, her breathing accelerating as she became more and more excited. "Yes, yes..." she muttered to herself as the pleasure begin in earnest. She was going to enjoy this -- nothing much better than coming over herself in the mirror, God, I'm such a narcissist, she thought.
The knock on the door instantly made her leap up and run as fast as she could for her robe. Where the hell was it, she thought desperately. Jane cursed herself. Somehow, she had not expected the manager to arrive so soon.
"Hello? This is the floor manager, I've come to see your water leak." There was another knock, "Hello Ms. Carter?"
"Yeah, I'm coming! Don't come in yet, I'll be right there..." Jane's voice was clearly stressed, she could not remember whether she had closed the dead bolt, and she did not want anyone coming in and finding her totally naked, despite all her narcissism. Unable to find her robe, she was petrified at the idea of being caught in the nude. She knew from bitter experience how staff often come straight into a room with hardly a pause if they cannot hear you. She rushed into the bathroom and, taking a towel, wrapped it around her chest. It only just covered her ass and pussy. Hoping in heaven that it would stay on her, she opened the door. She noticed that the deadbolt was not closed.
The manager smiled and Jane smiled back somewhat sheepishly.
"May I come in? Sorry to disturb you. Were you in the shower?" The manager was a little embarrassed. "I could come back, but I don't want a flood."
Jane was surprised for some reason that the manager was a woman, but quite why she did not know.
"Oh no, don't mind me, I've finished my shower. Come in." Jane opened the door and the woman swept in, closing it behind her.
Jane felt awkward and, what was worse, the woman was looking her up and down, making her feel rather like a naughty schoolgirl. The manager was extremely attractive, and she was wearing a smart gray suit and black heels. She was blonde and had quite some figure. Her light blue eyes looked up and down Jane's superb body or what she could see of it.
"Um, sorry about disturbing you...you look, um, as though you might need to get dressed." The manager smiled and showed lovely white teeth. Jane felt her towel slipping and her hand went up to prevent it from falling. Jane could see the woman looking at her legs, and she reckoned the manager could almost see too much, an inch more and her slit would be visible.
"It's OK. Yes, I was having a shower, but I finished just before you knocked." Jane stammered in embarrassment. She could feel her wetness from before, and hoped to God it was not visible. "It's in here." Jane waved her into the bathroom.
Jane hovered, holding her towel while the manager felt the water on the floor with her fingers, as she crouched down. The blonde's eyes looked at Jane's thighs again and it occurred to Jane that she must now be able to see her sex as she was squatting below her. Jane moved so that her thighs were together, barring any possible pussy-viewing. Jane felt sexual tension: surely the blonde was not interested in her body? Can one not even trust hotel staff not to be some dyke? She could see the black, hose-clad knees of the blonde as she felt the water. Nice legs, she thought.
The manager stood up. She said, "I'm going to check the ceiling," and she left the room, her shoulder gently brushing Jane's as she did so. She returned shortly afterwards with a chair. She stood on the chair and Jane could now see her thighs under her just-above-the knee skirt. Very nice, thought Jane. The blonde had a lovely body indeed, no question about it. Jane could see the smooth black hose on her legs vanishing up underneath the woman's skirt. Jane felt some wetness start and she locked her legs together all the more, although it did not seem to help.
"Can you hold the chair, while I touch the ceiling?" the manager asked, "I don't want the chair to fall."
Jane said she would, and she went over and held the chair. The manager's hands explored the ceiling. It really was wet; anyone could see it. Jane was now standing right next to the woman's thighs and legs, and Jane began to feel intense sexual anticipation and tension. Jane realized that this might simply be her fantasies, but it was so real she could almost touch it. She could feel the wetness of her sex, and she wondered whether, under that tight wool skirt, the blonde might not be feeling the same.
The blonde looked down, and her blue eyes looked into Jane's light brown ones. "Will you help me down?"
Jane put out her hand and the manager's hand grasped it. Jane felt the woman's soft hand and noticed the rings on her finger. She's married she thought; oh well it was just me.
"You have a leak for sure, I'll get the engineers to come as a priority." Her sentence died in her mouth. She was still holding Jane's hand. Both of their hands were well manicured, but the manager's were complete with bright red nail polish that supplemented her deep red lipstick. The blonde was really pretty Jane thought; prominent, wide cheekbones with a sensual mouth and those lovely blue eyes. The two bodies were very close, and Jane felt as if she might as well have been totally naked in front of the woman. Jane pressed her hand.
"Um, OK, I had better get dressed then before anyone else gets to see me with nothing on." Jane's comment was slightly provocative, and she felt a surge of moisture. She flushed, and her stomach was in her mouth. They looked at each other: the blonde's eyes seemed to be trying to say something.
"Yes, you had better I suppose. They'll be up pretty soon, maybe 20 minutes. Will that be OK?" She sounded reticent and their hands separated. Jane stepped outside and the manager saw the edge of her buttocks under the towel. Jane heard the blonde breathing behind her as she left the bathroom.
Jane was a little surprised. She had thought that something might happen, and she felt a stab of disappointment, but on the other hand, she really did have to get dressed and on with the day.
"Bye. Thanks very much for all your help." Jane smiled her million-dollar smile, and the blonde nodded. "You're welcome," as she left the room.
Jane looked at her walking down the corridor thinking, fuck, yes, really nice. The manager's ass was swaying sexily, and it was even more obvious to Jane that she had quite some body under that closely fitted suit.
She closed the door, dropped her towel, and went back into the bathroom. She absent mindedly re-brushed her hair. The towels on the floor were getting quite wet. She noticed that the water was soon going to start pooling.
She heard the door open and close and suddenly behind her, in the mirror, was the manager.
"Sorry. I simply must have you; I can't stop thinking about you -- I've gotta fuck you. Sorry."
"Wow...you have me a hell of a shock." Jane's hands instinctively covered her breasts. The blonde was drinking in Jane's nakedness. "But, you know, there's no need to be sorry."
Before Jane could say anything else, the blonde grabbed her by the shoulders, and she pressed her mouth over Jane's. Jane felt the blonde's tongue, and then those well-manicured fingers touched her on her inner thigh and, traveling upwards, ever upwards, she felt the nails stroking her labia and clitoris. Jane gasped and cried out, "Oh!" as she saw the blonde's mouth bend down and start sucking her right nipple. The manager pushed Jane roughly so that she was sitting on the marble sink counter. The surface felt cold on her bare ass, but Jane didn't care, and she wrapped her smooth legs around the blonde as her fingers began to fuck her, Jane crying out in surprise and pleasure.
"You're so hot, I must fuck you, you're so fucking lovely. I don't know why I didn't do this when I was here before." Her fingers were busy inside Jane's sex, working on her wet pussy and the hard nipples only a tongues length from her face and mouth. "Oh god you taste so good, yum." Jane could not believe how fast this was all happening. The blonde's face now buried itself in between her thighs and Jane squealed when she felt her tongue push itself into her pussy. Her back was now hard up against the mirror and Jane held her calves as she pulled her legs as wide as she could to allow the blonde to feed on her sex. The blonde now knelt down on the floor, and she was making a lot of loud sucking noises as she sucked and licked Jane's pussy.
"Come, baby, come you beauty..." Jane needed no encouragement. Hands were on her, pulling and rubbing her labia and clitoris and she could feel the blonde's lips sucking and licking her slit with an intensity that was extraordinary.
Jane loudly cried out as she came. "Oh my god yes! I'm coming. Yes, yes, yes!" The blonde's fingers closed and squeezed Jane's hard nipples and stiff clitoris as she kept up her penetration with her tongue. Jane trembled and thrashed like an animal as the manager brought her to a powerful climax.
As soon as the ecstasy was over, the manager took Jane by the hand, dragged her out of the bathroom, and then pushed her onto the bed. Jane struggled as the woman mounted her naked body. She managed to get a hand up the blonde's skirt, but the manager's impenetrable cotton and spandex hose did not allow Jane to get her hands on her pussy.
"Don't try and do me, you naughty girl, I do the fucking, not you!" Jane was strong, but the blonde started spanking Jane's ass. It really hurt. The blonde's hand continued to smack Jane's hard, round, ass. She was now astride Jane, so that her thighs were over Jane's back holding her down on the mattress. Jane's breasts and nipples felt like they were ready to burst as they pushed down on the sheets. Looking to each side, Jane could see the woman's calves, ankles, and black heels on either side of her head.
Now the blonde's thrashing became more powerful, and Jane's ass began to glow with heat and pain.
"You are naughty, naughty, tempting me, you dirty girl. Take this...and that."
Although she was spanking Jane's wonderful backside extremely hard, she knew how much Jane was enjoying it, because with the other hand she would draw her fingers across Jane's dripping, engorged pussy. Every time she struck those incomparable buttocks, Jane moaned, and her sex became redder and wetter. After five minutes, and a spank that the woman managed to aim so that her fingers struck Jane's pussy at the same time as her buttocks, the gorgeous brunette screamed out in pain and climaxed at the same time. Jane lifted her shoulders, her legs curling up, as she came, almost throwing the blonde to the floor.
Jane was now drooling from her mouth as her climax drew to a close, and the manager stepped off the recumbent naked body, straightened her jacket, tights, and skirt. Kneeling down, she not only pushed her index finger up as far as it would go into Jane's vagina, but she also said into the recovering woman's ear, "You had really better get dressed as the engineers will be here in about five minutes to fix your leak." The blonde smiled sexily and seductively. "Well, not this leak." She showed Jane her finger wet with Jane's juices, "but the real one in the bathroom. If they find you like this, they may want their wicked way with you. Thanks very much for making my morning! You are a hot piece. You won't report me, will you?" Jane shook her head she had barely recovered from the beating and the orgasm. "Thanks darling." She kissed Jane sensually on the mouth and twisted her finger inside her again, eliciting an answering moan and a "you're welcome" from Jane.
With that the woman turned on her heel and let herself out.
Jane pulled on some clothes and was just dressed and presentable when the engineers came to look at her bathroom.
What a weird retreat this is turning out to be, she thought, as she left her room. First, I had to put up with Natasha taking advantage and fucking me. Now this has happened. She shook her head in amazement. Had she suddenly sprouted a green "fuck me now" light or something? She wasn't exactly complaining, but what a strange confluence of events. Jane had never had a one-night stand in her young life before this. Short relationships, yes. Lesbian pick ups, definitely no. Now two in the space of three days. She couldn't stop wondering why. She would have liked to tell Jim about it, but that was, of course, totally out of the question. Is there something about me that says I'm available? I've had people hitting on me before. But this? Why all the same sex attention too? She had never noticed it happening to any significant extent before. Jane looked at her colleagues in the darkened conference room. Were they busy fucking each other and the hotel staff too? It can't just be unique to me, surely?