Room Service

I was surprised when Laura called in sick for work, but my concern quickly disappeared later in the morning when I received a text message from her asking me to meet her at a very famous hotel near our office. She wrote that lunch was on her and told me to ask for her room on a house phone when I got to the hotel lobby.

At noon, I was in the lobby, asking the operator to connect me with her room. Laura picked up quickly, said, "615," and then hung up. I assumed she wanted me to pick her up from her room before we ate, so I strolled to the elevators, waited a brief time for the next available, and went up to the 6th floor and found her door.

I barely had knocked when Laura opened the door, and invited me in. She kissed me quickly on the cheek, and made some small talk about meeting her. Then she stopped, wrapped her arms around me, and began to kiss me earnestly, her tongue sliding between my lips while she pushed herself against my body. She was wearing a dark grey business jacket and skirt, which hovered mid-thigh, exposing those incredible legs of hers sheathed in very sheer, silky taupe nylons. A grey silk blouse and black pumps completed the ensemble. Before I could really react, Laura said, "I've really been wanting to try something. Can lunch wait?" I nodded and she sat down on the edge of the bed, a glint of bemusement in her eyes. She crossed her legs and dangled one pump from the toes of her pretty little nyloned foot. She just kept looking at me looking at her dangling and then broke the silence.

"Can you bring that desk chair to the edge of the bed?" she asked. "I'm okay standing," I replied. "No," she laughed. "This is what I want to try." I didn't question anything and brought the chair to the edge of the bed, facing it toward Laura so I was holding the back in my hands. The seat was at the same level as the bed itself. "That's perfect," she exclaimed. "Perfect for what, Laura?" I asked. "Aren't you hungry yet," I continued. "Not for anything but this," she said, and slipped her heels off. I suddenly knew we weren't going anywhere.

"Just leave the chair there and come join me here," Laura instructed and she moved up the bed and stretched out. I laid next to her. It was only seconds before we were kissing and caressing each other. She untied and removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt and began to stroke my chest while we kissed. I was sliding my hand across her breasts and thighs through her business suit and skirt, then below the hem of her skirt to her sheer nyloned legs.

I slid my hand between her knees and moved it up under her skirt across the sheer nylon and then realized Laura was wearing thigh highs. I felt the small lace tops and then the incredible warmth and softness of the skin of her inner thighs and she murmured when I pressed my fingertips against her pussy, completely exposed, no panties or thong at all, and I also realized her pussy was completely smooth. She had shaved or waxed everything.

We were still kissing but I could feel her smiling as I discovered her little secret. "Sometimes even I need a little change....thigh highs...completely smooth pussy" she said and pushed her self against my fingers, and two fingertips slid inside her, her slick warm wetness surrounding them. I wanted to taste her, so I slid down the bed, positioned myself between her legs and slid her skirt up around her waist, as she unbuttoned her suit jacket and pulled the tails of her blouse from the waistband of her skirt. I exposed all of those gorgeous long legs in the sheer taupe thigh highs and her bare mound. I gently parted her thighs and laid between her legs, my mouth inches from her sweet bare pussy.

I stroked her nyloned thighs while I began to kiss and lick her mound on either side of her pussy lips. They were deep pink in excitement and wet and I wanted to make her even more aroused. I kept this up for a long time, matching the movement of my hands on her thighs with the rhythm of my tongue until Laura was trying to move her lips against my mouth. Finally, I gave her what she wanted and slid my tongue inside her. "Oh," she moaned. "Oh....oh....." My tongue found her clit and began to circle it softly and I held her wet lips open with my fingertips to expose her further. She moved her legs up and bent them at the knee and held her ankles, framing her pussy with her sheer nyloned feet. "Lick me," she moaned again, and I circled her clit faster and then slid two fingers inside her, deep, massaging her wet inner walls. "Mmmmmm," she groaned, and pushed her mound against my mouth, beginning to rock against my fingers and tongue. She let go of her ankles and pushed her blouse up over her sheer bra and began to rub and gently pinch her nipples.

I felt her clit begin to recede a little under my tongue and knew Laura was close. I kept up the rhythm of my fingers sliding in and out of her. "I'm so fucking wet," she whispered, "Keep doing it." I began to lap at her clit, wet and slick on my tongue, my fingers spreading her juice all over her now-glistening mound and thighs. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, her fingers now flicking across her nipples. "Mmmm," louder this time. "Like that.....like that.....like that....like that......" Laura came, in one long low moan, grabbing my hair, then holding my face as I gradually slowed my fingers, leaving them inside her, and I began to slide my tongue off her clit, licking her juices from her mound and thighs.

She rested with her eyes closed, her skirt around her waist, her blouse disheveled, revealing her breasts and pussy. I laid my cheek against her thigh, happy she had cum, now realizing how hard my cock was beneath my suit pants. I could already feel myself dripping with pre-cum. I sat up, stroking Laura's legs again, and she finally roused herself and sat up too. "I needed that," she said, and laughed.

She looked down at my crotch. "Looks like you need something, too," she smiled, and pressed her hand against my hard cock, rubbing the length under my pants. "I've got a little show for you," she said and before I could ask what she meant, she was telling my to take my clothes off, while she removed her jacket and blouse and bra, and slid her skirt down her legs, leaving the sheer thigh highs on.

"Now to our trusty chair," she said. She told me to sit on it, facing the bed, and to spread my legs and place them on the bed. My cock was standing straight up as I assumed the positioned, exposing my already-tight balls and my thighs. Laura laid down on the bed on her stomach facing me, on her elbows, holding her chin with her hands. Now she was just inches from my crotch.

She reached a hand out and brushed her fingertips across my balls. My cock twitched, another bead of pre-cum appearing at the tip. "See," she said. "This gives me complete access to you. And in a minute, you'll see why that's so nice. But even better, for a little show, now you can look down my entire naked body...well naked except these nylons. And here's the nice part." Laura lifted her legs and feet and curled her toes toward me. "You can see my pretty little feet and painted toes in my sheer nylons while I do this."

At that, Laura leaned forward just a touch and took the head of my cock in her mouth while she cupped my balls with her hand. I groaned, closing my eyes, but then opened them quickly and began to concentrate on her nyloned feet as she rubbed them together, and curled her toes so I could see her painted nails underneath the sheer nylon. She removed her mouth from my cock and now began to lick my thighs. "I know you like to see them," she whispered. "I even had a special pedicure last night. They're so soft and so talented, aren't they. Now scooch forward a little bit."

I pushed myself forward on the chair and now moaned out loud as Laura stroked my slick cock and began to lick my tight balls, sliding her tongue all over them, around them and even under. I watched her legs and feet and toes, all in sheer nylon, and realized the desire to rub my cock on them, even though her hand and mouth were all over me, was making me even hotter.

"Mmmm, that's it," Laura said as another stream of pre-cum flowed down my cock on to her hand. She spread it all over the shaft and resumed stroking me, while she licked at the sensitive underside of my cock head. Then, as she moved her legs and feet almost parallel with her tight butt, pointing her toes at me, she slipped one tiny fingertip into my ass. "Oh, god," I moaned, and as she curled her toes in her sheer nylons one last time, I came, pulse after pulse, covering her hand and her lips and her cheek with hot white cum. Laura rubbed the head of my cock across her lips, and then moved it to her cheek, pressing the still-hard shaft against her face, while she looked up at me, smiling. "I definitely put my best foot forward on that, didn't I?"

We never made it back to the office that day.