The knock on the door came just as I was stretching out on the bed, tired from a long day. Room service, I thought, expecting a boring tray of food. But when she walked in, cart in hand, something about her made my pulse jump. She was all smiles and neat uniform, acting like she was just here to do her job.She started around the room, straightening the sheets, wiping surfaces, and pretending not to look at me. I tried to ignore her, but I couldn’t. My eyes kept catching hers, and I swear she was teasing me, just a little, while she worked. Every time she bent over to grab something, her skirt slipped up, giving me quick glimpses of her ass. It wasn’t obvious—nothing blatant—but it was enough to make my breath catch. Then she came over to the bed, brushing past me with that slow, calculated touch that made my stomach twist. Her hand grazed my thigh, and I felt the muscles tense under her palm. She leaned in a little closer, her voice soft, almost conspiratorial. “Let me help you relax.”I didn’t need her to tell me twice. My hands fell to the sheets as hers went to work, sliding inside my shorts. She wrapped her fingers around my dick, stroking slow at first, teasing me while she leaned against the bed frame. I tilted my head back, letting out a low groan. The way she looked at me, biting her lip, made it impossible to stop her. She jerked me off harder, thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the precum leaking out, and I could feel myself getting lost. Every stroke sent jolts through my body, my hips pushing into her grip, fucking her hand without thinking. She whispered, just barely audible, about how hard I was, how much she wanted me to cum.It got messier, dirtier. She pumped me with rhythm, faster now, and I could feel every nerve in my body tighten. When I finally lost it, my body shook, sheets wrinkled and hands gripping the blanket. She kept going, making sure every drop spilled, smirking like she owned the moment. Afterwards, she casually wiped her hand on her rag, smiling like nothing had happened. “Special service,” she whispered, and went back to straightening the bed like it was all normal.And as she walked to the door, I couldn’t stop thinking about the next knock, wondering if she’d bring that same naughty, teasing grin back again. “Wait,” I called out, my voice hoarse. She paused, turning to look at me with that same smirk. “Yes?”

The knock on the door came just as I was stretching out on the bed, tired from a long day. *Room service,* I thought, expecting a boring tray of food. But when she walked in, cart in hand, something about her made my pulse jump. She was all smiles and neat uniform, acting like she was just here to do her job.

She started around the room, straightening the sheets, wiping surfaces, and pretending not to look at me. I tried to ignore her, but I couldn’t. My eyes kept catching hers, and I swear she was teasing me, just a little, while she worked. Every time she bent over to grab something, her skirt slipped up, giving me quick glimpses of her ass. It wasn’t obvious—nothing blatant—but it was enough to make my breath catch. 

Then she came over to the bed, brushing past me with that slow, calculated touch that made my stomach twist. Her hand grazed my thigh, and I felt the muscles tense under her palm. She leaned in a little closer, her voice soft, almost conspiratorial. _“Let me help you relax.”_

I didn’t need her to tell me twice. My hands fell to the sheets as hers went to work, sliding inside my shorts. She wrapped her fingers around my dick, stroking slow at first, _teasing_ me while she leaned against the bed frame. I tilted my head back, letting out a low groan. The way she looked at me, biting her lip, made it impossible to stop her. She jerked me off harder, thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the precum leaking out, and I could feel myself getting lost. Every stroke sent jolts through my body, my hips pushing into her grip, fucking her hand without thinking. She whispered, just barely audible, about how hard I was, how much she wanted me to cum.

It got messier, dirtier. She pumped me with rhythm, faster now, and I could feel every nerve in my body tighten. When I finally lost it, my body shook, sheets wrinkled and hands gripping the blanket. She kept going, making sure every drop spilled, smirking like she owned the moment. Afterwards, she casually wiped her hand on her rag, smiling like nothing had happened. _“Special service,”_ she whispered, and went back to straightening the bed like it was all normal.

And as she walked to the door, I couldn’t stop thinking about the next knock, wondering if she’d bring that same naughty, teasing grin back again. “Wait,” I called out, my voice hoarse. She paused, turning to look at me with that same smirk. 

_“Yes?”_

A hotel guest receives an unexpected offer from a room service attendant, who uses her position to initiate a teasing and consensual sexual encounter. The attendant, with her calculated touches and provocative glances, turns a mundane room service visit into a night filled with unexpected pleasure and a promise of more.

Room service ended with her hand wrapped around my cock

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