Late Night Calls - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Late Night Calls - Part 1

... theatre tickets and activities close by, opening hours of the hotel's Gym and Sauna - things you expect from a first-time guest. He also gave me a list of persons which I was allowed to patch through to his suite and an even longer list of people not to.

But his voice. I told you; voices are my thing. And Mr. Jones’ voice was special. I can’t even describe it. He was nice and polite with the smallest hint of a Yorkshire accent. Choosing his words carefully in such a well-modulated tone it aroused me more than I care to admit.

So, when I finally heard the familiar tap on my door I more than hoped Ruby was in a similar mood.

Without awaiting my answer, she opened my door and rushed in.

“Oh boy, he had a talking day again! Would you like some updates on his grandkids?” Ruby laughed and I heard her cross the room. The muffled thumping noise told me she had just flopped down on the sofa across the room.

I took a deep breath to take in the faint scent of her perfume. Chanel. Not the boring no. 5 but the more exciting no. 19. She loved this scent as much as I did. And it didn’t help my current state.

“No, thanks.” I laughed. “But you’ve been there three hours now, at least?”

I held my watch to my ear to listen to the little voice telling me it was shortly after midnight.

“I know! At least he pays full!” She sighed theatrically. “And I thought I’d stop by since your shift should end soon?”

There was something in her voice. A smoky undertone awaiting ...

... confirmation and hinting at more.

I grinned mischievously in what I hoped was her general direction, flipped a switch on the switchboard and took off my headset.

“Well, right about now.” My smile broadened “Okay, at 1 so I will have to stay here for a little while but I reckon there will be no more calls tonight. It has been a rather calm night.

“Really?” I heard surprise in Ruby's' voice, “You look as if you had a stressful night.”

I felt myself blush. The rustling of fabric and a vague shift in the lighting of the room told me Ruby had gotten up and moved towards me.

“Well, not exactly stressful….” I trailed off. Feeling her beside me I turned my head and looked at the tall, slim shadow beside me. “More exciting.” Another smirk.

Now that she was so close to me, I could make out another scent softly mingling with her perfume. It was her scent. She was aroused. Perhaps not as much as I but it was there. I wondered if she could also smell me as clearly as I could detect her scent.

I told her about Mr Jones' voice and, since she knew my thing for voices, she made an approving sound. We knew each other too well.

“So, his voice has you all hot and bothered?”

I leaned back on my chair to aim my gaze vaguely towards her face and nodded, blushing some more.

Her tone aroused me even more.

I felt her lean forward a little and at the same moment felt her warm and slim hand slip inside the waistband of my slacks, in one swift movement sliding past my panties ...