Midnight Maid Service 1 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Midnight Maid Service 1 by loyalsock

That long, slow creaking sound, followed by a sudden thud -- a sound known to just about everyone who's ever stayed in a hotel as of one of your neighbors letting go of the door to their room, the door loudly pulling itself closed and slamming shut. I had just hoped it was something I would have avoided in a 5-star hotel, but, then again, why not something else to draw out an already long business trip. I rolled over to see my small travel alarm clock on the nightstand and saw the glowing red 12:00 stare back at me. My one fucking chance to sl**p and a slamming door wakes me up at midnight. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had been going almost non stop for about a week and still had one more on the road in front of me, as I was touring worldwide productions sites for the client I was responsible for dealing with. I started Monday at my Chicago office and flew to Calgary, then down to Los Angeles. After two days there, I took a red-eye to New York to meet with some people in our offices there for a couple hours, before getting on a 17-and-a-half hour flight here to Johannesburg. Fortunately, I got in on Saturday afternoon, so I had Sunday off to adjust to all the time changes before a site tour Monday, then flying on to stops in India, China and Australia before finally heading home. Crreeaaaaaaaaak, SLAM. There it was again. This time, 12:05. While I wasn't feeling particularly tired, I knew I had to get to sl**p since the last time I'd actually been in bed was back in an L.A. hotel room ...

... -- and the brief catnaps on the plane just really don't count for much. Plus, I didn't really want to get up and the windowless bedroom of my hotel suite was still pitch black, except for the red glow of my alarm clock. I used that to find the remote control for the television, hitting the red power button as I wondered what late-night TV looks like in South Africa. What it looked like was TV in just about every other hotel in the world -- a special hotel channel pushing all the pay-per-view options available. It didn't take too long to convince myself I could write this off for &#034entertainment&#034 purposes and that some porn, some hand lotion from the night kit in the room and a few loving strokes from Rosey Palm and I'd probably nod right back off to sl**p. A few button pushes later and my room was billed for my opportunity to watch stars like Beauty and Kitty in &#034Big Phat Black Wet Butts 3&#034. Even better, this was a film that didn't waste a lot of time with things like dialog or plot, but pretty much got right down to business. Crreeaaaaaaaaak, SLAM. There it was again. This time, 12:15. At least the neighbors were slowing down with all the noise in the hallways. My cock didn't waste much time getting ready for business either, raising a nice little pup tent in the sheet that was d****d over my body. So I pulled back the sheet and got right to work, squeezing a good size plop of lotion into my palm and started seeking that familiar rhythm that would carry me to ...