Hotel Chamberlain, 16, and being flashed

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Hotel Chamberlain, 16, and being flashedI have seen the attempts to recreate the ‘Room Service’ videos, and it’s overdone, which is a shame really, because working in a hotel, does expose men exposing themselves to the ‘Chamber Maids’ and ‘Room Service’ girls.After a while, most women accept it as part of the service, besides, most females are looking for something different, they are from bored marriages, poorly paid, looking for a little excitement and fun, so being ‘Flashed’, ‘Chatted-up’, and ‘Desired’, does have its moments, and its lighter side, to a boring day.We go to a mans room and it’s documented, he knows that, so you feel secure in doing so, you are delivering a service, breakfast etc., so upfront, its all legitimate.When you enter the room you can expect anything to happen, so you are on edge, and there is a sexual element to it, an expectation that he might want more than what’s on the tray.I was just sixteen when I took a summer vacation hotel job, as a chambermaid. No were not not required to wear a uniform, as depicted in those fantasy videos, but I did dress appropriately, but I also like wearing the black stockings, as opposed to the tights the older women wore.Because I was tall, I wore pumps and a mid-length skirt, with white blouse, so on the surface I was a very stand-out schoolgirlish anadolu yakası escort summer worker.Most of the guests were middled-aged, vacationing for one to two weeks, and amongst them were very horny men, lonely and looking for comfort, and of course having the opportunity, to chat to younger females like myself.I have walked-in on men who were nude, and trying to act surprised, men standing with their dressing gowns undone, and in their underpants with huge bulges, each and every time watching my face for a reaction, which I always assumed, is what they masturbated to, the minute I left the room.So as the weeks passed, I gained in knowledge and experience, and learned to chat amicably with them, only occasionally dropping my eyes onto their penises, or bulges, so I acknowledged them, but kept it pleasant and girlish, so the my ‘tips-box’, was overflowing by mid-summer.In my third month I was looking for these encounters, my whole demeanour and attitude had changed, and most importantly, I started to masturbate, using my daily encounters, as the theme to my pleasures.One morning I knocked on the room door, calling out, ‘Room Service’, and waited. After a short while the familiar reply of, ‘Come-In’ was heard, and in I walked.I ataşehir escort made for the table and started to lay the breakfast items, when I noticed a video camera on the window ledge, which was low down, at knee level, and the little red light was on, so I realised he was recording.He was in the bathroom with the water running and the door closed, so I was expecting him to come out and confront me in the nude, or something like that, so I was getting sexually charged with nervous anticipation.I knew the camera was aimed low so I stood at what I assumed was mid way, quietly and waited.Then I had a naughty flash, and reached down to my hemline and raised my skirt until my stocking tops were exposed, and adjusted my tops, giving him a good flash of my underwear, a kind of what girls do when they think no-one is looking, sort of thing, I know when he played that back, it would blow him away, then I regained my composure and waited.When he emerged he was taken aback, seeing one so young and pretty, just standing to attention, very demure and obedient in mannerisms.He did not disappoint either, as he was as expected, in his underpants and t-shirt.He had an erection and made no effort to cover-up, making small talk and being very flattering and full of innuendoes, ümraniye escort with sexual overtones.When he asked my age I blushed and lied, ‘I am 15, but because I look older and they cannot get staff, they employed me’, all the time acting like a keen and nervous teenager.The effect on him was wondrous, I had him eating out of my hand, thinking he was in control, then I said, ‘I must get back to the kitchen, before they wonder where I am’, and asked him to sign the receipt.As he signed I looked at his bulging underpants and kept my eyes locked-on as he handed me the receipt, so I acted startled and genuinely blushed, but flashed a full open mouther smile at him, backing to the door, to leave.’Will you come back for the tray’, he asked me with an air of desperation in his voice, ‘Sure, love to, just call down and ask for me’, and at that, stepped forward again towards him, with my hand outstretched, ‘I am Mariel’, and as he took my hand I noted how sweaty his was as he fondled mine in his grasp.I left the room slightly giddy in my head, wondering what he would do, especially if he played back the video and saw my stockings and knickers, never mind my being just 15, I just hoped he would not jack-off, before I returned, I always liked the men when they were so horny, it was fun toying with them.As for myself, after depositing my tray, I run upstairs to my room, took my razor, and shaved myself, somehow I had overdone the tease and now I was expectant that this time it was going to happen, the more I dwelt on it, the wetter I became, yes he wanted me, and I wanted to be taken by him, I had never felt so fucking horny.to be cont………

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