Midnight Maid Service 1 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Midnight Maid Service 1 by loyalsock

... think about if this was real and if this woman I had never seen before would actually be back at four. I definitely decided I was going to be there to find out. Breakfast wrapped up just in time to meet with my driver. I had a list of things I had wanted to do on my day off, but now I had pared that down to just two things so that I could get back here to do something I hadn't planned on when I left on this trip. I started off with a trip to Museum Africa to see the history of Johannesburg. After about an hour there, I then went to the Rhino and Lion Nature Preserve -- a kind of small nature park on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't exactly a full-blown safari, but I did get to see ostrich, giraffe, rhino and lions. In fact, they even had some lion cubs near the gift shop you could hold and have your picture taken with. I know it's kind of kitschy, but I decided there weren't too many other opportunities to have my picture taken with a lion cub, so I went for it. That left just enough time for the driver to get me back to the hotel for my rendezvous. I got up to my room and did my best to look casual. Kicking off my shoes, plopping into a soft, comfortable chair, putting my feet up on the ottoman and flipping on the television I tried to get comfortable. I knew she would let herself in when she arrived. About five minutes after four, the door opened and in stepped a vision of loveliness. She was no longer wearing her grey uniform, but had changed into a pair of tight ...

... jeans that were a perfect compliment to her luscious ass. Her breasts were contained by a bra now, but one that pushed them up to create an almost distracting set of cleavage that showed in the V-neck of her white sleeveless sweater. &#034Welcome back,&#034 I said. &#034But before we go any further, I have one question to ask. You know my name, but what is yours?&#034 &#034Joyce,&#034 she replied. &#034Joyce Wilson.&#034 &#034OK Joyce, Joyce Wilson, I was thinking we could start with some dinner before getting down to the business of the evening,&#034 I said. &#034Do you know any place good?&#034 &#034Well, it probably wouldn't be a good idea for me to be seen with you here at the hotel restaurants, so we'd have to go out. How about we head over to the Waterfront? There are plenty of restaurants and clubs over there.&#034 I called downstairs for a driver and the two of us went down, rushed through the lobby and got into the back of the car. A short time later, we were at the Waterfront -- a beautiful area created around a lake on the dammed up Jukskei River. We strolled down the street talking and laughing, almost like a couple of teenagers. Finally, we came to a small bistro and found a table overlooking the lake. Dinner just seemed to fly by though, as we ate and made small talk -- both of us knowing this was just a nutritional prelude to a night of shared passions. Still, I had to ask the obvious question -- why did she stay and, why did she actually come back? &#034Because I ...