The life of anyone working away alot can take its toll on even the strongest marriage. My wife and I had been going through a rough time and time away was a blessing in disguise. I was supposed to be away for a week which turned out to be more like two months. I had been staying in a small hotel in the middle of Dublin. All expenses paid for as it was a transition of work from Leicester to Ireland, after which I was going to be made redundant. Over time, I struck up a nice friendship with Mary, the weekend cleaning girl who dropped by with fresh towels. She was in her early twenties, had long bleach blonde hair and a nice body with just a touch of baby fat. Each weekend, she'd knock on the door and let herself in to bring fresh towels and clean the bathroom. Since it was a small motel, she didn't have to rush and I found her spending more and more time chatting with me, asking questions about all the places I had worked. After about a month, one of the guys who worked in the factory I was at told us about a strip club that was full nude and had cheap private dances. I had never been to one of these clubs before and as I had been away from home for so long I thought, what the hell.We went that night and had a great time. The girls were all good looking, well most and were very generous in the lap dances. We ended up there again that Thursday night for amateur night. From 8:00 to 9:00, they let amateurs dance and then work the crowd if they wanted. To my surprise, the second dancer of the night after we arrived was none other than my maid, Mary. She came out dancing wrapping herself around the pole to while taking off her bra. The second song came on and she worked the guys surrounding the stage for money and the panties were slowly slipped off. We were towards the back and she didn't see me. As she came out of the back room to work the crowd with table dances, I excused myself and went to the bathroom as she neared our table. A plan was starting to form in my head and I didn't want to ruin it. That weekend, as normal, Mary stopped by with towels. We made small talk for a while and I casually added that I liked her dancing the other night. She froze like a rabbit in the headlights, obviously lost for words. Before she could get away, I added that she shouldn't be ashamed or worry that I was going to tell anyone. It took a lot of coaxing, but I finally got her to tell me her tale. She was trying to get enough money to go back Uni and finish her degree. She worked as a waitress at a local restaurant besides the hotel and could make as much in a night at the club as she could in four days of waitressing. My pulse started to quicken as I neared the moment of truth. I told her that I thought she did a really great job dancing, adding that she did better than some of the pros that came on later in the night. She smiled and blushed and I decided to press on. I added that I wanted a private dance with her but didn't want to have her see me and freak out. She promised me that if I went back the next Thursday night she'd be sure to give me a special one. I cheekily asked for one right then, again the rabbit in the headlights look appeared and she bolted from the room. I thought I had blown it. But, the next day, Mary came by as usual, but a bit later than normal. I tried to stutter an apology but she stopped me, sheepishly asking if I still wanted that private dance. I asked how much a dance was and she said normally £25 for a song, but she'd do me a special set. I turned on the clock radio, but all I could get was some crap classical station. I sat back on the small sofa in the room and she started to dance. She was wearing her typical outfit, which was a pair of shorts and a white tank top. She started slowly, just getting a feel for things. She rocked back and forth, swinging her bottom around in my face and pulling away as I reached for her. Eventually, the tank top came off and the shorts went next. Standing before me in just a plain white bra and blue cotton panties, she was a site to behold. I smiled and she actually blushed a bit. The shy, coy act was exciting beyond belief and I thought my cock was going to explode out of the jogging shorts. She turned around and nestled her panty-clad butt onto the edge of the chair between my legs and lifted her mane of blonde hair, inviting me to help her with the clasp on her bra. I unsnapped it with one hand and she shivered as it popped open and my other hand slid over her back, feeling her smooth skin. She stood and spun around, holding the bra cups to her breasts and letting the straps fall from her shoulders before throwing her head back and letting the bra fall to the floor. Her breasts were up close to my face, and with small but erect pink nipples. Again she returned to the edge of the chair, but this time she leaned back against me, rubbing the small of her back into my cock before lifting her ass in the air to slide her panties off. As I reached to grab a handful of her tits, she stood again and slowly turned to face me. All the pretense of the coy student was gone by this time as she raised her arms, whipping her hair around and gyrating her hips as I stared at her shaved pussy lips. She stopped and gone was the shy girl routine as she looked at my crotch with a wicked smile. She remarked that I must be enjoying the show and, with a dirty look, she straddled my throbbing cock while facing me. I was wearing a set of light mesh jogging shorts with boxers underneath and I swear I could feel the heat from her pussy, as her lips seemed to mold themselves to my hard shaft. Grabbing hold of the back of the chair, she began to slide herself back and forth along my cock. I wasted no time in reaching up and grabbing her firm breasts, feeling their weight and rolling the hard nipples between my fingers. She began moaning as she rocked and I had to concentrate on anything I could think of to stop myself from cumming as my lap dance suddenly turned into her using my cock to rub her soaked pussy. Faster and faster she went, grinding her pussy into me. I could actually feel her juices seeping through the material of my shorts. Finally, with a loud cry, she arched her back and ground her clit into me so hard, I was afraid she was going to hurt me and her body shook with spasms for what seemed like minutes before she slumped forward, her long hair falling over my face as she gasped to catch her breath. Eventually, as I slowly rubbed her back and ass, she pulled back and gave me a weak smile. She leaned forward and gently kissed my cheek with a soft "Thank you." Not knowing how to proceed, I waited patiently, not wanting to jump on her like a sex crazed maniac. Again, the shy smile gave way to something a bit naughtier and she crawled off me, dropping to her knees between my legs. I looked down and my shorts were soaked and there was a thick line of her pussy cream running down the length of my cock. She reached up and pulled the waistband of my shorts down, all the while looking up into my eyes as if looking for my reaction. I tried my best not to have some goofy look on my face. I lifted my bottom up a little so she could pull the shorts down and my cock sprang free. She threw the shorts to the side and leaned forward. I was dying for her to take my cock in her mouth but she went a little lower and slowly nuzzled my balls before moving up the underside of the shaft with her tongue. By this time, I was ready to shoot a load straight into the air, but she backed off saying that I needed to cool down and not rush things. She sat back a little and started massaging my thighs for a bit while my cock cooled down. Finally, when the tip of my cock softened a little, she began again. As before, she slowly nuzzled by balls and nibbled them lightly. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around my cock while continuing to lick and suck on my balls. Slowly, she wanked me off, giving it a light squeeze at the bottom of each stroke. Soft, low-pitched moans escaped her, as she seemed to be getting hotter with each stroke. Inch by inch, she began to move up, licking and nibbling the underside of my cock with small bites as she went. When she got to the top, she moved back down and then back to the top. She kept this up for a while, each pass over my rock hard cock going faster than the one before until her lips were a blur. Finally, she slid her lips over the head of my cock, sucking hard. Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked the head of my cock, running her tongue over the tip while she slowly wanked me off. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she began to slide her warm lips up and down the shaft. Her hand reached down to fondle my balls and she tried in vain to get every inch of my cock into her mouth. She tried the deep throat me, but wasn’t experienced enough to control her gag reflex, but watching and feeling her try was too much for me. I warned her that I was about to cum. She gasped and moaned slightly and began rubbing my now shrinking balls. She put her other hand on my stomach to steady herself and began sucking me for all she was worth. I had hoped that she wasn’t going to pull her lips off my cock as I came and I wasn’t disappointed. I love a woman that takes my load in her mouth and Mary got the lot. I felt that weak feeling wash over me as I started coming. Mary’s motion slowed as she fought to swallow the whole load but a small trickle escaped her lips. As I came back to reality, I watched with fascination as she bent forward and licked up the small bead of escaped semen from the shaft and licked up the small drops that fell to the back of her hand. I had never been the recipient of a blowjob that good before. Her fake naivity coupled with obvious skills were a powerful combination. As a looked down at her, she sheepishly looked back at me as she gently sucked at my softening cock in her mouth. I thanked her for the most intense experience I had ever had and she told me it was her pleasure. As I reached for my wallet, she told me that she had always wanted to do that after a private dance and that it was on the house. Unfortunately, I was only there for another month and Mary and I explored each other in many ways over those last few weeks.
But, thats another story.  |
