by Leo Barton
As soon as the door closed behind us I feasted hungrily on her breasts and ran my hands up and down her skirt, tugging the hem up and brushing my knuckles against the damp gusset of her cotton panties. I found the zip at the side, pulled it down, and the tiny skirt slithered to the floor. I turned her and pushed her against the apartment door, and then spanked her cotton-covered buttocks. It was fantastic. She whimpered and her fingers clawed at the door. I savoured the sight of her bottom quivering under the rapid impacts of my palm. The afternoon was hot and we were soon panting heavily.
She was too much; I wanted to fuck.
I stopped hitting her and allowed her to lead me into a plush bedroom. I sat on the bed and she stood silently before me. Hooking my thumbs inside the waist of her panties, I slowly teased them down her silky thighs.
Unable to resist any longer, I cupped her bottom and buried my face in her wispy blonde pubic hair. Her fragrance was like a drug to me. At that moment I could have eaten her. I licked at her light hair, and felt her juicy lips peel open. She was ready for me.
'I don't have much time, Jonathan,' I heard her say above me. Her fingers were in my hair, pushing me gently away.
That was a shame, but it added an exciting urgency to the afternoon; made it somehow more illicit. I would have preferred to savour Andrea at my leisure, but a quick screw was better than no screw at all.
I undressed hastily. Andrea's eyes were on me the whole time. My cock was furiously erect. When I was as naked as she was, she sucked me until happy with my rigidity, and then lay back on the bed and stretched her arms above her head. I took the hint and quickly fastened one wrist to the bedpost, using her panties, and the other I secured tightly with her bra. I pulled her hips down the bed so that her stretched arms ached, and then slid my cock into her waiting pussy. There was no time for finesse. We came together. Every thrust of my hips had her revelling in her climax; her face flushed red as she shivered with a joy.
Before leaving, she turned and kissed me. 'You know, Jonathan, you are very lucky in that hotel.'
'Oh? Why's that?'
'You have not noticed? The pretty maid... she is one of us.'
The girl had been driving me crazy for days. Every day she came in to clean my room, no longer waiting until I absented myself as she did with all the other guests. And every day she seemed more seductively dressed, her skirts skimpier, her shirts stretched tighter over her firm pear-shaped breasts.
At first, and with English modesty, I had vacated my room for her, thinking that she would not like to be watched while she did her chores. Later, I left because she aroused me so much that I was a little frightened that I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her. I imagined headlines about international incidents, and being bunged up in some Godforsaken Argentinean slammer on goodness knows what charges.
Without wishing to sound arrogant, it had seemed clear though, even before Andrea's comments, that the maid was attracted to me. Not just because of the sexy clothes she wore, but the way she would move, the way her bottom would sway provocatively, and the way she always seemed to notice a speck of dust - so small I could never see it - on the floor near me, and would drop to on knee to pick it up and give me a tantalising view of her shadowy cleavage. I swear she was always braless.
She would wink at me, too, sometimes as she asked me about what I did with my time in Buenos Aires. She also liked to talk about the other occupants of the hospedaje. She seemed particularly intrigued with discovering more about Frankie and Stephanie.
The day that I had gone out to meet Andrea, I had offered her a coffee and received a life story. She came from Salta in the North West of Argentina. Her uncle - not her real uncle but a friend of the family - was the proprietor of the hotel and he had offered her work. She wanted to study, to improve her English, to live abroad. Her sister was in Miami and she was going to visit her in the autumn.
She talked affably but, as the clock ticked by and I was aware of my date with Andrea, I had to ask her to leave. She seemed disappointed, her parting hasta luego more wistful than normal.
The next day, she came into my room as usual, nine o'clock on the dot, dressed in a beautiful short white cotton dress that hugged her delightful breasts and barely covered the top of her silky coffee-coloured thighs.
'Where you like me to start, señor?' she asked sweetly.
At first I wasn't sure if I imagined the suggestive tone in her voice, but my penis was already stiffening beneath my towelling dressing gown. I had to sit down on the edge of the bed so as to disguise the tent that was quickly developing.
'Where would you like to start?' I rebounded the question. She smiled saucily, her eyes twinkling as she glanced at me.
'In the bathroom, then.' She took her mop and bucket into the en suite, and I followed, leaning against the doorframe with my hands in the pockets of the gown so as not to be discovered.
How Andrea knew about the maid, I knew not. She had only seen her for the briefest of moments that first day when she dropped me off at the hospedaje but, by now I had total confidence in her powers of sexual divination. And I had every intention of finding out for myself at the first possible opportunity if she was right again.
I watched the lovely maid mopping the linoleum floor, sweeping the wooden pole from side to side, the hem of her dress swaying tantalisingly as she did so.
'You're a very beautiful young lady, Anna.'
'Gracias, señor.' She turned her head, flashing another white smile at me, her silky black hair sweeping across her face as she did so. 'And you, you are very handsome man,' she said coyly.
'Gracias, señorina,' I replied.
I could have stayed watching her like that for an eternity, the beautiful blackness of her flowing hair silhouetted against the brilliant white of her dress, her rump now swaying more frantically before my greedy eyes as she scrubbed the brass of the taps. I could see the tips of her breasts rubbing against the stark white porcelain as she crouched over the bath to clean it. I wondered whether she was simply doing her duties conscientiously, or whether there was something more purposeful to her movements. Whatever her motives, she was turning me on, very, very much.
My heart thumped excitedly in my chest. My cock was fully erect beneath my hands. I wanted to fuck her there and then.
She turned and looked at me. Her bright eyes studied my face, and then they slowly roamed down and came to rest where my hands were plunged into my pockets. I blushed, certain that the evidence of my excitement was blatantly poking towards her. The cute smile drifted from her lips, and an expression of uncertainty and curiosity clouded her face.
The front of her dress was a little wet, and I almost groaned, so tempting was the sight of the near transparent material moulded like a second skin to her breasts. But what would she do if I made a move, if I walked over and touched her? I could sit her bottom on the edge of the basin, pull her legs around my waist, and fuck her there and then. Or I could push her to her knees, open my gown, and feed my cock between her sweet lips. But what if I was reading the situation wrong? What if she ran from the room screaming? I could very easily find myself in all sorts of trouble. Maybe I was wrong. She was young and coquettish. Perhaps she didn't realise just where things were heading. Perhaps she really wasn't aware of the affect she was having on me. She was certainly old enough and sexually mature, and she behaved in a sensual way that bespoke of some knowledge of carnal desire, but what if this was as far as she wanted to go? What would happen if she was appalled and disgusted if I were to make a move? I had to consider the possibility that I had been wrong: that Andrea, on the law of averages, couldn't be right every time.
She was driving me crazy. My heart pounded, my cock throbbed, and still I hesitated. I have never liked rejection and only the most worthless scum of mankind would force themselves on a woman who did not want to be forced. This idea had always repelled me, and lust was no excuse
. For me sex, however varied, however strange or perverse, had to bring mutual pleasure, even if this was through the intermediary of sharp pain.
So I held back as she went back to work and her buttocks rippled before me inside the tight cotton dress. I didn't want to talk to her. I wanted to feel the nubile firmness of her body, to part those thighs, to smack the beauty of her curvaceous bottom.
When she had cleaned the bathroom I thought the moment had passed. The bathroom was small, and where perhaps I could be most intimate without actually touching her or raising suspicion as to my motives. I remained in the doorway as she passed me, still desperately trying to hide my erection. I had to move slightly to let her pass and, for the briefest of moments, I felt her cotton-clothed body brush against me.
It was just a moment, but I couldn't help but feel that that touch was meant, especially as she could have asked me to move from her path, thereby avoiding any contact at all. She smiled at me too as she did it, her eyes sparkling, her mouth slightly open, showing those perfectly white and even teeth.
Did she know what she was doing to me? Had she any idea just how sexy she was?
My mouth was dry. I was regressing to a fumbling, tongue-tied schoolboy.
I stared down at her as she hovered, and then she moved on, but as she did so her hand brushed lightly across my erection. It could have been an accident, but I knew it wasn't.
Her eyes held mine confidently. 'Thank you,' she whispered.
How can I describe that moment? It happened. It showed that she was every bit as knowing and as willing as her body and all her innocently suggestive gestures had implied. She was not merely leading me on. She was not about to report me to the authorities if I dared touch her.
I knew my moment had come as she leant over the bed, straightening a corner of the sheet, tucking it under the mattress. I sank to my knees behind her and lifted the hem of her short white dress...
And oh, what a surprise! The darling wasn't wearing any panties!
She didn't say anything, nor did she move as I gazed at the firm ripeness of her bottom. I gently placed my hand on one of her buttocks and felt its soft satiny texture. I did the same with my other hand. She did not look back, but I heard her emit a little surprised gasp. She still did not move as I pulled the cheeks apart, and spied the little button of her tight anus. I placed the tips of my fingers between her legs and softly stroked the moistened velvet of her quim.
She was sighing as my fingers explored her, lightly and gently at first, but gradually more urgently. Her bottom squirmed on my palm. Her sighs increased to a discernible pant.
Adding another finger, I put my other hand back onto her bottom and rocked her up and down, and stared at the fantastic sight before me. Her white cotton dress was rolled around her waist. Her back arched and dipped as she rested her elbows on the bed, and her rich dark hair swept the sheet as she abandoned herself to the pleasurable sensations simmering through her body. Her upper body heaved and she rolled her breasts and nipples against the mattress. My fingers were slick with the copious evidence of her enjoyment.
I stood up and smacked her without warning. The little minx didn't complain, but moaned slightly and wriggled her bottom to show her approval. I smacked her again, each smack bringing a cheeky wiggle of appreciation from her, encouraging me to put more force into the next spank. I did as she wanted, and soon her buttocks were a mass of pink blotches.
Without wanting to break the spell, I hastily leant across to the bedside unit and picked up my hairbrush. Feeling a strange desire to be just a little sadistic, I pressed the bristles onto her scolded flesh, and then into the deep valley between her buttocks and against the taut entrance to her rear passage. She absolutely loved it, and flopped forward onto the bed.
I knelt between her thighs and eased the handle of the brush into her sopping vagina. I pumped it back and forth and watched her squirm helplessly, her fingers clenching and unclenching in the freshly laundered sheet, and her neat teeth nibbling the crisp cotton to keep herself from moaning too loudly and bringing someone to investigate. Her bottom looked so cute and vulnerable, so I slid the brush from her, pulled her buttocks wider apart, pushed the wooden handle against the tight aperture, felt a moments resistance, and then watched it sink down into her.
What a sight!
She gasped and writhed as I eased the implement deeper into her rectum. I guessed this was the first time she had been penetrated so rudely; I was sinking my brush into her virgin bottom. Her eyes remained tightly closed and her face was a picture of blissful concentration as she accepted the joys I was bringing to her.
I left the brush sticking up from between her buttocks and slipped my dressing gown from my shoulders. Her hips lifted willingly as I guided them up and slid a pillow beneath them. This new position made her more accessible to my desires. A flicker of disappointment clouded her face as I removed the brush and dropped it to the floor, but she squirmed happily as she felt it instantly replaced by the warmer and much larger tip of my cock. She held her breath beneath me, not knowing which orifice I wanted, and to be truthful, I was torn between the mouthwatering promise of both. I waited for a while, watching the anticipation building in her expression, and then dropped my hips and smoothly entered her sex.
She sobbed quietly as my groin slapped down onto her spanked bottom and my weight squashed her into the bed. She was still clothed, and this only added to the eroticism of our coupling.
I kissed her cheek avidly. It was hot, and the tiny tears of joy that meandered on her flesh tasted a little salty. She twisted her head and I found her tongue, and we muttered incoherently together as we kissed. She felt so small and helpless beneath my broader frame.
She moaned rhythmically with every downward lunge of my hips. I managed to squeeze a hand between her and the mattress, and savoured the feel of her lovely ripe breasts through her thin dress. With a little reluctance I withdrew from her tight sex, but I had other fish to fry. She seemed to sense my intention, for she stiffened uncertainly. But I was not to be denied now. I blindly fumbled for her buttocks with my free hand, pulled them apart, nudged the tip of my cock around until I felt it against her rear entrance, and then sank into her beautifully tight bottom. Her back arched, with surprising strength, in unison with my penetration, until her breasts were lifted clear of the mattress and I was able to maul them unhindered. She held herself up for a few seconds, and then slumped down again and came. It was all too much for me too, as she shuddered on the end of my cock, and I ejaculated deep inside her clutching bottom.
When she had gone, after cleaning the rest of my room as I lay smugly watching her from the comfort of the bed, I dozed, happy in the realisation that I would be able to see Anna every day. Perhaps, though, I would never derive quite the same amount of pleasure as I had that first time. It was an unforgettable experience, but the seduction had been as powerful as the sex. But she was a rare young beauty, and I was pleased enough to know that she had invited me to her room that night.
At seven-thirty, I knocked on her door. Anna was waiting for me, still wearing the same figure-hugging dress that she had worn earlier. She must have known how sexy it made her look.
Before I could even say hello, she lifted her index finger to her lips and, making a shushing noise, took me by the hand and led me into her cramped room.
'I have to be careful. I do not want any of guests to see who I am with. If Señor Albertini discover I am with another man, he try to throw me onto the street. Fortunately he away at the moment, so I can show you all, but I still must be careful. The guests can be terrible gossip.'
I was intrigued by what she said about showing me everything, but I surmised that she was meaning to reveal more and more of her firm young body - and I wasn't complaining about that enticing prospect.
I tried to take her in my arms, but she resisted. 'Later, señor, later.' I felt a little put out; a little hurt.
I hated rejection.
She led me to a little table in the centre of her room and pulled off a tablecloth to reveal a little spread that she had made in my honour. There were beautiful cuts of cold meat, a plentiful bowl of salad, a good bottle of wine and a small cake crammed with dulce de leche, the sweet caramel that is so popular in Buenos Aires.
'First we eat and then we go down. I have key.' She picked up a key that lay on the table, showed it to me, and then placed it in the tiny side pocket of her dress.
'What are you talking about, Anna?'
'Later. First we eat. Then I take you to Señor Albertini's room.'
'Why Señor Albertini's room?' I glanced around. True, there wasn't much space and Anna only had a single bed, but there was certainly enough room for a repeat performance of our morning escapade.
'Everything later, Mr Rose, but now eat.'
We ate in silence, intermittently broken by Anna wanting to know about London and England, and me occasionally trying to raise the issue of Mr Albertini and why we had to go to his room. But I gained no further information. Anna merely told me, in her enchantingly broken English, that all would be revealed in due course.
Most of the time, though, she merely smiled at me, or giggled a little to herself, reaching over the table to take my hand in hers.
I wasn't totally convinced that it was a good idea to explore Mr Albertini's abode, no matter what interest it might hold for me, for the same reason I had harboured fears of seducing Anna. I had heard enough stories and read enough in the newspapers about the Argentinean system to be wary of it, and to fear participating in any illegal activity. I was also a little suspicious of what Anna was up to, and why exactly she wanted to show me her boss's room, and what precisely she wanted me to do when we got there.
When the meal was concluded, Anna said, 'Is now time. Follow me and be quiet.'