The Bellboy Gets It - Sex Stories

The Bellboy Gets It

Part I ‘Where have you been?’ Mr. Beans gives me the harsh look. He thinks he’s scary that way. It has never kept me from sneaking away for a smoke. ‘I was in the bathroom, Mr. Beans. I was just a minute.’ ‘You know you have to be on call and rush over when you hear the bell. That’s why you’re a bell boy.’ ‘Yes Mr. Beans. Won’t happen again, Mr. Beans.’ Behind Mr. Beans a lady in a long fur coat is giving me the once-over, a curious smile on her face. ‘Take Mrs. Flanagan’s luggage and bring it up to the Monaco Suite. Mrs. Flanagan is a distinguished guest and a dear friend.’ ‘Yes Mr. Beans.’ ‘I’m assigning you to Mrs. Flanagan, William. You will be at her beck and call for as long as she is with us. You will tend to her as if she were your mother.’ Mrs. Flanagan chuckles. ‘Yes Mr. Beans.’ ‘I don’t want any complaints from her about your behaviour or lack of attention, you hear?’ ‘Yes Mr. Beans. I mean, no Mr. Beans.’ Mr. Beans turns around, bends over, grabs Mrs. Flanagan’s hand and brings it to his lips. He thinks he’s quite a charmer. ‘Not to worry, Betty. You’re in good hands. William will be at your total disposal as your personal valet. I have arranged for the buzzer in your suite to activate his pager.’ Part II Mrs. Flanagan is not the kind that travels light. There must be about five tons worth of luggage strewn all around the lobby. I’m needing three luggage carts to pack it all into the elevator. Mrs. Flanagan strides around the suite like a general overseeing the ...

... troops, while I haul the suitcases and bags into the bedroom. She is on the wrong side of fifty and showing it, even if the Meg Ryan hairstyle and the heavy make-up try to deny it. Her face is round, dominated by an oversized crooked nose. Her lips are thin, the corners pointing consistently downwards, even when she smiles. She has green eyes that remind of a serpent, an impression that is accentuated by the heavy mascara. She takes off her fur coat and flings it onto the bed. ‘Take care of this, will you? There’s a special hanger and storage bag in one of the suitcases. Keep it separate from my dresses.’ She strides towards the window. She’s wearing white tights that fit her like a second skin and leave little to imagination. The wide ass with flat buttocks succumbing to gravity, the fat rolls on her legs. The equally white top stretches around sagging breasts and a pot belly. I’m amazed and at the same time touched by the fact that she makes no attempt to hide nor embellish her wilting body. To the contrary, she seems to be flashing it before the onlooker’s eye, seemingly as a tease or a dare. ‘When you’re done staring at my ass, maybe you would be so kind as to unpack my suitcases.’ I’m rattled from my reveries. She’s still by the window, facing me now. ‘Yes, Madam. Right away, Madam.’ I rush to get her suitcases from the hallway and heave the first one onto the bed. The lady is watching my every move. I can feel her snake eyes burning a hole through the back of my head. ‘I ...