The relationship among the three of us went on very well from this moment and it lasted for another year, during which time Hank fucked me frequently while Mary and I also continued our lovemaking. After that year I left the village I was born in.
My by now perverted tastes wanted new experiences and I decided to join the crowds in the city. From various books I had been reading, I had found out that a job in a hotel would do me fine. One meets a lot of people there and undoubtedly there would be numerous people to satisfy my sex hungry cunt. And if this interlude to the real story hasn't bored you, my reader, continue and take notice of the real interesting part of my life.
CHAPTER THREE
I didn't find it too troublesome to get a job as a maid in one of the very best hotels. My good looks must have helped me a lot, for all of the other room maids were extremely good looking. I liked my job and the girls I had to work with. There was plenty of time to spend looking at people in the rooms through the keyhole and it was always a thrill and a lesson to me. Later on I will describe one of the scenes I have watched, but first let's get back to the other room maids. The one I liked best.
Sue, the kitchen helper. She was beautiful and lovely. Long legs which she accentuated by wearing very high heeled shoes, and a simply luscious pair of tits. For some time, I had been longing for them. There seemed nothing more important than sucking those lovely tits of hers. To play with them with my hands, to pick the nipple, roll it between my fingers, make it stand up in excitement.
At night in bed-we had a single room, each of us-I played with myself, making myself come over and over again, thinking about her. Visioning her in her bed, nude as I was, her legs spread, her hand between them, the fingers separating the hairs from the slimy lips and poking her fingers deep inside her lukewarm cavity. My mind was made up. I just had to have her. Make love to her. Make her scream in delight under my hands, my tongue… But how? But when one is desperate, one is also inventive. Like the saying goes-in love and war everything is permitted. So one day I carefully worked out the little plan I had.
First of all I had to get her in my room, so after working hours I asked her up to my room to have a drink with me. I had a nice bottle of wine in my room. I whispered this in her ear, for we were not supposed to drink in our rooms. Not that anybody paid any attention to this rule, but nobody said so openly so I whispered this little secret in her ear.
Once in my room I knew I had to seduce her. For the past weeks I had observed her carefully and I knew she didn't have another girl friend in the hotel. Not that she was hostile or unfriendly, but she just wasn't intimate with anybody. She often left the hotel alone on her days off and always came back very late. Later I would find out why and sometimes I'm still asking myself who seduced who. But let's get back to where we were: in my room with Sue and I was going to seduce her. After some small talk and some wine I stood up.
“I'm going to make myself more comfortable, Sue dear,” I said. “Get out of this uniform and get into something more cozy. Would you mind unbuttoning this silly blouse for me? I always have trouble with it and last week I became so frustrated that I almost ripped off the buttons. Actually they should give us double rooms. It's so much nicer to have a companion-we could help each other dress. Don't you think so? I wonder why they don't give us double rooms. They could save themselves some rooms and I would have nothing against sharing a room with you.”
“Neither would I, Mitzy, but there you have it. “Here, let me undo these buttons for you.”
I turned my back to her and she started to unbutton the blouse.
“Maybe they think we are up to funny things if they let us share a room.”
“What kind of things do you mean, Mitzy?”
“Oh, you know, the things girls sometimes do with one another.”
I was getting quite direct in my approach to the vital things. I turned around and looked at her smilingly. She looked at me with wonder in her eyes and although I explained it a little differently, it made me feel all excited.
“Oh, I don't know whether that is the reason, Mitzy,” she said without going into my remark.
What the hell, I thought. Does she or doesn't she know what I'm getting at? Without bothering to turn my back I started to undress myself, taking care to do it just as if she wasn't in the room. All the same, I could feel her eyes on my body and I knew I was getting some sort of effect from her. Taking off my blouse and skirt was done in a couple of seconds and without waiting any longer I also stepped out of my slip. Standing in front of her in just my bra, panties and stockings, her eyes fell on my body and I felt my flesh turn into goose pimples. I was getting terribly excited and this cold fish of a girl was acting like a dummy. I seated myself on the bed, the only chair in the room being taken up by Sue. We faced each other and once more the meaningless small talk started. We talked about everything in general and nothing in particular. About dresses, for instance, just as if I was interested in dresses at this moment! I wasn't interested in her being dressed, I wanted her to be undressed! After some time Sue got up and walked to the door.
“I'm going to the toilet, Mitzy,” she said. “I won't be long.”
As she had left the room all of a sudden an idea came to my head. I was going to attack her more strongly! I was going to show her what I wanted most of all!
Seated on the bed as I was in my bra and panties I had no trouble getting at my cunt at all. I slipped my hand in the top of my bikini panties and stroked the top of my slit slowly. Reaching a little further I slipped one finger between the pouting lips and found myself quite wet. Despite Sue's indifferent manner I was getting excited as hell. I closed my eyes and gently I continued my finger-fucking. As always I was getting a thrill out of it and I began bucking up and down on the bed. I was well on my way to coming when I heard Sue in the corridor. I stopped frigging myself but left my hand in my panties. I wanted her to see clearly what I had been up to. She opened the door and when she stepped into the room and I was certain she had seen where my hand was, I quickly removed it, as if I was afraid to be found out by her. She looked at me and a smile crept over her lovely face. She came over to me and looked me in the eyes.
“Couldn't you wait any longer, Mitzy? Was it eating you up? I know you have been trying to make me make love to you from the moment I entered this room. But I wanted to know how far you would go, whether you really wanted it. One has to be careful, you know. I also wanted you, for a long time… from the moment you came to this place… Let me look at you when you do it… I love looking at people when they masturbate… It really turns me on… come, darling, do it for me… I know you want to do it… show me how you do it… you must be all wet by now… you already have been frigging yourself. Come, darling, continue to wank yourself and let me watch you… I love it and it will make me masturbate as well…”
This had taken me by surprise but all the same I wanted to do as she asked me. I couldn't wish for anything better… basically we are all exhibitionists and I was no exception to this. I love to show off… frig my cunt under somebody's eyes… really obscenely jack off, while I'm watched by lust filled eyes. And Sue's eyes were filled with lust at this time…
I stuck my hand in the top of my panties again and I continued the work I had started. My hand being covered by my panties, Sue could not see my laboring fingers very well but all the same my performance must have thrilled her tremendously, because she started to tremble on her legs and her hands went over her body with excited and caressing motions. Her breath came in gasps and she looked at me through burning eyes. She couldn't stop herself very long from frigging herself like I was so gloriously doing. Nobody can stand this sort of torture without wanting to take part in it. And I was right, she couldn't hold back any longer.