The eyes of the Lioness - Sex Stories

The eyes of the Lioness

... with the electronic lock. She was beating on the door, making me rush in the quell the situation. I won’t attempt to write our dialogue- as we were making each other more and more confused for about two minutes. Thankfully her gorgeous friend the Lioness walked up from the direction of the lifts- they had checked in together and her room was beside the married couples’. Her little black dress was more revealing, the fit thankfully more figure hugging. My God, those curves. Through the Lioness I gathered that it was, in fact, her room, the key wasn’t working, and her husband had retired earlier. He was stone deaf and so couldn’t hear her frustrated knocking. Having assessed the situation, I used my master key. The husband, however, had manually locked the door, which neither her key nor the master key could unlock. Of course I also had the emergency key, but the magnetic strip was well worn and we were awaiting a new one from the company. It didn’t work. I was out of options, and I didn’t even have another room to allow her to sleep in as we were fully booked from the conference. The Lioness signed to her upset friend and the woman hugged her. It was then she looked at me properly, recognising me from the day of check-in. There was a dangerous glint to her feline eyes. She explained that she was letting her friend sleep with her in her room. For a moment I was too relieved about the perfect solution to the thorny problem of a guest not being able to enter her own room to ...

... notice the sexual undercurrent. I blustered thanks for her help, and then realised the gears had been turning in her head, and I was only catching up. It still shocked me to silence when she said, ‘Leave for maybe…….hmm…… thirty minutes, then come back. You have your master key,’ she indicated to her door, ‘Just let yourself in.’ She flashed a knowing, sexy smile, and my blood migrated south in an instant. She couldn’t have been serious- we were in a public, albeit deserted, hallway, and the woman’s husband was right inside. I then realised everybody within possible earshot was at least partially deaf – the husband completely. The Lioness opened the door for the wife and let her in. She scanned me up and down slowly, pushed those impressive breasts together and moved her hands down her body. She looked at my obviously peaked trousers and purred. Not saying that for poetic merit- the woman contentedly groaned loudly in a purring manner. ‘Thirty minutes.’ And she closed the door. I felt exposed and weak kneed. My head swam with lust. Stray thoughts like: Did that just happen….Can I take my break early…what are they doing in there…is she putting the deaf girl to bed and wants me in the bathroom….threesome….have I somehow misread her….is this right….will I be fired… all this shot through my brain at the same moment as well as the most pressing thought. ‘What the fuck am I going to do for thirty minutes?’ I tried to complete the fire-walk. I checked that the condom in my wallet was in ...