tb66332
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I've been sharing stories with a guy by "PM" on this forum, and I thought I'd post them for everyone.
Note: Before you read this I have to say that I later found out this is very uncool with a lot of people who work in the hospitality industry. I used to do this, but I quit. This story is just a time when I totally lucked out.
Tom
Here's the story I promised. I swear it's true. Mind you, I'm not bragging, just telling you what has happened to me when I kept trying and trying to get into CFNM situations.
I had a week-long conference in Washington, DC a couple of years ago. The conference was large enough that I could duck out at lunch each day without really been noticed. I stayed at a different hotel than everyone else (I hope) so that I could have some fun without getting busted by anyone from the conference.
It was a big hotel and the housekeepers didn't get to my floor until early afternoon. Each day, I would skip out at lunch and come back to my hotel so I could hang out by the pool in my skimpy bathing suits. I would change into my bathing suit, and walk down the halls to the elevator, then out to the pool just carrying a towel by my side. That way, I got the thrill of walking in public areas in a thong bathing suit, but I could cover up if I lost my nerve. Of course, I didn't walk through the lobby or anything, but I actually went the whole way each afternoon without wrapping the towel around my waist.
Anyway, I was on the same schedule as the housekeeping staff, and every day I came back just after my room had been cleaned. Then, I would come out of my room in my bathing suit a couple of them would be working down the hall and would check me out. I would stop and say "hi" to them and they would act pretty amused by me. Afterwards, I would here them whisper and giggle after I got well down the hall from them. They were all very cute young hispanic women.
On Wednesday, I got to my room a little later than usual, and the housekeeprs were gone. I was really itching (horny) to get out by the pool. I decided to put on my most daring thong. I had several of them with me, and I started trying them on in front of the mirror. Every once in a while, I looked out my window and down at the pool. I remember it was a beautiful warm summer day, and their was a nice crowd by the pool.
As I kept trying on my thongs, I was making my self really horny, and I decided to get really daring and wear a lycra thong with no lining that was meant to be underwear, not a bathing suit. I had a light blue one and a white one, which would be sheer when wet.
Eventually, I was standing in front of the mirror in my white lycra thong, and a full erection. I was thinking how hot it was going to be to wear it by the pool, but I was so horny that I wanted to masturbate really bad. Just at that moment, I heard a loud knock at the door. It startled me a bit, and I wondered who on earth it might be. Then, I decided it couldn't be anyone I knew, probably someone knocking on the wrong door. So, I thought it would be fun to answer the door in my thong.
Then there was another loud knock. I looked through the peep hole and saw a woman's face and a clip board. I opened the door, and it was one of the housekeepers. She was just about to use her pass card/key. I said "Hi what can I do for you?" I recognized her as one of the women I had been seeing in the halls.
She was a bit surprised, but just smiled and said she was the housekeeing supervisor and was coming by to check my room to see if everything was straightened up properly. She stole a couple of glances down at my bulging thong. By then, my erection had gone down a little. She said she could come back later if I was busy, but I said "No, not at all. I had just put on my bathing suit, and was about to go down to the pool."
I told her to please come in and do whatever she needed to. She said she liked my bathing suits, and she had noticed me going down to the pool each day. As she continued checking the room, she said she thought it was very cool to see a guy that is in good shape and wear sexy bathing suits, and why it was that women are expected to wear tiny bikinis, but men got away with wearing big, long, baggy shorts.
I told her that I agreed, but most women I know think men look gay in speedos or thongs. I noticed she was checking out my ass in the mirror as she kept making her rounds. I was really enjoying this conversation. Then, she asked "well are you gay?" I said "No way! But I do enjoy wearing skimpy bathing suits." By this time, my erection was back and I had to push my cock so that it pointed down into my thong. It was basically sticking out really far through the stretchy lycra though.
She said she liked wearing thongs, too, and she thought I looked really good in mine. I was really starting to get some very good vibes from all this chit chat. I followed her into the bathroom to keep up the conversation. She looked around the bathroom, again checking out my ass in the mirror. she asked me if there was anything I needed.
I stammered for a second, trying to think of a way to prolong the encounter. Then, I said "Well, I could use a couple more towels, since I always use up a couple of mine at the pool and later at the hot tub. She said "No problem, I'llbe right back with them." She went for the towels, propping the door open as she left.
In a minute she came back with two towels and asked if there was anything else. I thought for a second and said "I could use some more shampoo, I she didn't mind." Again she left with the door propped open, and came back with some shampoo and conditioner. "Is there anything else" she asked.
I thought that if that wasn't a signal, I don't know what a signal from a woman is...but just to be totally sure I said "Well, actually I need some more hand lotion. I seem to go through a lot of it..." She grinned and said "that's OK, a lot of guys do...Anything you need."
Then, she came back with the hand lotion, this time un-propping the door as she came in. She said "Where do you want me to put it?" My adrenaline rush was surging. I was so nerveous, but so horny at the same time, and I was pretty damn sure she wanted something to happen.
I said to her "Just hand it to me, I want to use it right now." And with that, I opened it and squeezed some into my right hand. then, I pushed down my thong with my left hand and started stroking away. She said "Oh wow, oh my god..." I said "Is this OK?" and she said "oh hell yeah, baby. Let me see you play with yourself."
She sat on the bed and I move right up in front of her trying to stroke really slow to keep myself from shooting off too quickly. She spread her legs and reached up under her skirt. Then, she slid her hand into her panties and fingered herself while she stared straight at my hand going up and down. Looking at her that way with her eyes fixed right on my cock was all I could take. I launched my wad with about 5 or 6 long spurts....
The next two days, I went about my regular routine, but I didn't see her again. I'm pretty sure the housekeepers in the hall knew about it, though. They smiled, whispered and giggled a lot more as I passed them and said hello.
Note: Before you read this I have to say that I later found out this is very uncool with a lot of people who work in the hospitality industry. I used to do this, but I quit. This story is just a time when I totally lucked out.
Tom
Here's the story I promised. I swear it's true. Mind you, I'm not bragging, just telling you what has happened to me when I kept trying and trying to get into CFNM situations.
I had a week-long conference in Washington, DC a couple of years ago. The conference was large enough that I could duck out at lunch each day without really been noticed. I stayed at a different hotel than everyone else (I hope) so that I could have some fun without getting busted by anyone from the conference.
It was a big hotel and the housekeepers didn't get to my floor until early afternoon. Each day, I would skip out at lunch and come back to my hotel so I could hang out by the pool in my skimpy bathing suits. I would change into my bathing suit, and walk down the halls to the elevator, then out to the pool just carrying a towel by my side. That way, I got the thrill of walking in public areas in a thong bathing suit, but I could cover up if I lost my nerve. Of course, I didn't walk through the lobby or anything, but I actually went the whole way each afternoon without wrapping the towel around my waist.
Anyway, I was on the same schedule as the housekeeping staff, and every day I came back just after my room had been cleaned. Then, I would come out of my room in my bathing suit a couple of them would be working down the hall and would check me out. I would stop and say "hi" to them and they would act pretty amused by me. Afterwards, I would here them whisper and giggle after I got well down the hall from them. They were all very cute young hispanic women.
On Wednesday, I got to my room a little later than usual, and the housekeeprs were gone. I was really itching (horny) to get out by the pool. I decided to put on my most daring thong. I had several of them with me, and I started trying them on in front of the mirror. Every once in a while, I looked out my window and down at the pool. I remember it was a beautiful warm summer day, and their was a nice crowd by the pool.
As I kept trying on my thongs, I was making my self really horny, and I decided to get really daring and wear a lycra thong with no lining that was meant to be underwear, not a bathing suit. I had a light blue one and a white one, which would be sheer when wet.
Eventually, I was standing in front of the mirror in my white lycra thong, and a full erection. I was thinking how hot it was going to be to wear it by the pool, but I was so horny that I wanted to masturbate really bad. Just at that moment, I heard a loud knock at the door. It startled me a bit, and I wondered who on earth it might be. Then, I decided it couldn't be anyone I knew, probably someone knocking on the wrong door. So, I thought it would be fun to answer the door in my thong.
Then there was another loud knock. I looked through the peep hole and saw a woman's face and a clip board. I opened the door, and it was one of the housekeepers. She was just about to use her pass card/key. I said "Hi what can I do for you?" I recognized her as one of the women I had been seeing in the halls.
She was a bit surprised, but just smiled and said she was the housekeeing supervisor and was coming by to check my room to see if everything was straightened up properly. She stole a couple of glances down at my bulging thong. By then, my erection had gone down a little. She said she could come back later if I was busy, but I said "No, not at all. I had just put on my bathing suit, and was about to go down to the pool."
I told her to please come in and do whatever she needed to. She said she liked my bathing suits, and she had noticed me going down to the pool each day. As she continued checking the room, she said she thought it was very cool to see a guy that is in good shape and wear sexy bathing suits, and why it was that women are expected to wear tiny bikinis, but men got away with wearing big, long, baggy shorts.
I told her that I agreed, but most women I know think men look gay in speedos or thongs. I noticed she was checking out my ass in the mirror as she kept making her rounds. I was really enjoying this conversation. Then, she asked "well are you gay?" I said "No way! But I do enjoy wearing skimpy bathing suits." By this time, my erection was back and I had to push my cock so that it pointed down into my thong. It was basically sticking out really far through the stretchy lycra though.
She said she liked wearing thongs, too, and she thought I looked really good in mine. I was really starting to get some very good vibes from all this chit chat. I followed her into the bathroom to keep up the conversation. She looked around the bathroom, again checking out my ass in the mirror. she asked me if there was anything I needed.
I stammered for a second, trying to think of a way to prolong the encounter. Then, I said "Well, I could use a couple more towels, since I always use up a couple of mine at the pool and later at the hot tub. She said "No problem, I'llbe right back with them." She went for the towels, propping the door open as she left.
In a minute she came back with two towels and asked if there was anything else. I thought for a second and said "I could use some more shampoo, I she didn't mind." Again she left with the door propped open, and came back with some shampoo and conditioner. "Is there anything else" she asked.
I thought that if that wasn't a signal, I don't know what a signal from a woman is...but just to be totally sure I said "Well, actually I need some more hand lotion. I seem to go through a lot of it..." She grinned and said "that's OK, a lot of guys do...Anything you need."
Then, she came back with the hand lotion, this time un-propping the door as she came in. She said "Where do you want me to put it?" My adrenaline rush was surging. I was so nerveous, but so horny at the same time, and I was pretty damn sure she wanted something to happen.
I said to her "Just hand it to me, I want to use it right now." And with that, I opened it and squeezed some into my right hand. then, I pushed down my thong with my left hand and started stroking away. She said "Oh wow, oh my god..." I said "Is this OK?" and she said "oh hell yeah, baby. Let me see you play with yourself."
She sat on the bed and I move right up in front of her trying to stroke really slow to keep myself from shooting off too quickly. She spread her legs and reached up under her skirt. Then, she slid her hand into her panties and fingered herself while she stared straight at my hand going up and down. Looking at her that way with her eyes fixed right on my cock was all I could take. I launched my wad with about 5 or 6 long spurts....
The next two days, I went about my regular routine, but I didn't see her again. I'm pretty sure the housekeepers in the hall knew about it, though. They smiled, whispered and giggled a lot more as I passed them and said hello.
