Motel Maid 1 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Motel Maid 1 by loyalsock

... walking around because the room was carpeted and I was drying my hair with a towel and the exhaust fan was running. I stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom just as I was taking the towel off my head and she was walking around the corner into the bedroom. Without my glasses on all I saw was a black shape coming at me where no black shape should be. Or any other color or shape for that matter. “YEEEAAAH!” she screamed, and threw the toilet paper rolls and the box of tissues into the air. “YEEEAAAH!” I screamed, and dropped my towel. We stood, staring at each other, me wet and naked, she wide eyed and as pale as she could be considering her skin tone. My knees were shaky and my heart rate was at least 200 bpm. Way over my maximum. She gathered herself together and looked at me, with her eyes amazingly wide. “Oh my Gawed, sah, ah’m so sorry, sah. Ah din’ know yo’ was here, sah. Ah’m so sorry, sah. Is yo’ alright, sah. Ah’m so sorry, sah. Oh my Laud, sah, Ah’m so sorry.” “It’s okay,” I finally managed. “You just surprised me. No harm done.” “Oh, sah, please don’ tells on me, please, sah. I need dis job, sah. I’ll git fired if y’all tells on me, sah.” “Okay, it’s okay,” I said as my heart rate started to return to normal. “I won’t tell on you. Just please try not to surprise me like that again.” “Ah won’, sah. Ah promise ah won’, sah. Ah’ll be real careful, sah. Ah promise.” All the time we were talking, her eyes were down cast but flicking up and down, looking at ...

... the naked white guy standing in front of her. Finally her eyes settled on my privates. I have to admit, she could not have been all that impressed. Truth is, I’m only average sized. So what she said next really stunned me. “Sah, would it be a’right if ah looked at ya’ll? Ah mean, ah ain’t nevah seed no white man b’fo’ an’ ah jus’ wanna see what it look like, sah. Please, sah?” I couldn’t believe my ears. She wanted to what? “You want to what?” I said. “Can ah look at yo’, sah, please. Ah ain‘t nevah seed no white man nek** b‘fo’.” “Well, okay,” I said, “at this point you might as well. I no longer have anything to hide. Go ahead and look all you want.” I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp, giving her all the illumination she could possibly need to see everything there was to see. As I thought about it latter, I was actually rather flattered. I am no Adonis, and quite frankly, women rarely look my way. She walked around me, looking intently at my butt, my chest, my back, and of course, my penis . Even at my face, which brought a smile to my face and to hers. “Sah, would it be okay if ah tetched yo’, sah? Ah mean, ah ain’t nevah tetched no white man neither.” At that point, why not? “Go ahead,” I said. Tentatively she reached out and touched my chest and ran her fingers through my chest hair. Then she moved to my shoulder and around to my back. She moved her hand down my back, over my love handles, and gently over my ass. She walked around to the front and after some ...