1. Late Night Calls - Part 2


    Date: 11/9/2023, Categories: Bisexual, Author: alleycat 

    ... But it also was something that shouldn’t happen too often. Having a fling with a guest was an absolute no-go! Especially in the current situation where the tabloids had him under the microscope.

Being in such a constant state of arousal was something I hadn’t experienced before. It was a bit irritating but also quite nice, once I was home and could give in to my desires. It had been on the third day of his stay that I noticed how much the sound of his voice, and his speech pattern really aroused me. He had called quite late and for the first time addressed me by name.

“Good evening, Miss O’Riordan. I hope I’m not calling too late?”

“Hello Mr Jones, of course not, what can I do for you?”

His saying my name was like he had flicked a switch. I calmly listened to his requests, made a list, and promised to get back to him tomorrow.

When I ended my shift that night and got up from my chair, I noticed my knickers being a bit sticky. I switched off my appliances, took my coat and bag from its hook and unfolded my cane. I knew my way around the hotel, so I just kept it in front of me to detect obstacles whilst trailing the walls with my free hand. Outside the building, I had to rely more heavily on it.

The bus stop was close to the back entrance and most of the bus drivers knew me and usually called out the number of the bus to me.

Sitting down on the bus I folded my cane and rested it on my lap.

It was too dark to see my surroundings, except for the bright ...
    ... lights outside the window.

A blurry mix of headlights, traffic lights and blinking advertisements. I closed my eyes and listened around me. Besides the traffic and motor sounds it was silent. If there were any passengers close, they were reticent.

Again, Mr Jones came to my mind. His voice filled my head. I noticed how I clenched my thighs, shivering. My fingers closed tighter around my cane. I turned it upright and slowly pushed it between my legs as if to just rest it there. Slowly I pulled it towards my crack, straddling it.

Luckily my bus ride home isn't long. Hurriedly I made it inside my building and rushed towards the elevator.

Once inside my flat, I moaned. I was soaking wet, my labia swollen and throbbing.

My imagination running amuck.

I had to hold it in at least long enough to put away my things, or I would spend hours looking for them later.

Once in my bedroom, I shed out of my clothes. My scent enveloped me. In my head, I heard Mr. Jones's voice, telling me all the things I needed to hear now. How sexy I was, how beautiful. That I turned him on, and he couldn’t wait to push his rock-hard member inside me.

Still standing next to the bed my hand dropped between my legs and I started rubbing my clit. Rocking against my hand I somehow made it onto the bed and pretended it was his hand that was fucking me. That knew so well what I liked.

I spread my lips and started massaging my clit. From time to time pushing two fingers inside me to keep them ...
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