Dinner's here

Broken from her trance, Alyssa reluctantly grabbed the terry cloth robe and wrapped herself in it before answering the door. She was pleasantly rewarded with the sight of a young buck, well-built and well-tanned, standing behind a cart. His blonde hair and blue eyes captivated her immediately, leaving her speechless, standing in the doorway. She could feel her womanly desires beginning to overtake her body.

“Room Service,” the young man announced, waiting for Alyssa to move, granting him entry into the room. When she finally relented and yielded enough space for him to enter, he made his way towards the center of the room. Alyssa nearly fainted when she spotted the huge dildo still lying atop the female-cum-covered desk, at the same time the young waiter did. A knowing grin crossed his face as soon as he saw the slick rubbery shaft on the tabletop. Alyssa melted in embarrassment as the redness enveloped her entire body. Her face turned crimson red.

He ignored her embarrassment as he set the meal upon the small table on the opposite wall. Alyssa stared at his tight, muscular buns as he bent over the table. She continued to stare, entranced by the young man’s perfect build as he straightened up and turned to look into Alyssa’s eyes. She remained motionless and speechless until she realized he caught her staring and daydreaming.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Alyssa cooed, her face beet red, as if she were a teenaged girl caught ogling over some football captain. She quickly turned on her heels and fetched her purse. She reached for several crisp bills. Her hands were shaking as she pulled the money from the small black leather pouch. Alyssa could feel her wetness dripping between her legs as she thought about the young man standing behind her. Her mind was spinning, as was her world, as she turned on her heels, finding herself staring at the big blue eyes once again.

She glanced away, momentarily, to catch the name imprinted on the badge. “Brad,” she gasped, hardly believing she was actually speaking. “I’m not sure what the customary tip is.” Alyssa nervously extended her right hand with the folded bills enclosed. Her left hand, of its own free will, caught the sash to her robe, and tugged it firmly. The soft white robe parted, exposing the inner swells of Alyssa’s firm and full breasts. She watched Brad’s eyes devour the sight before him, drifting downward to catch the newly shaved bare pussy lips, swollen with desire and anticipation. Brad unconsciously licked his lips as Alyssa froze in the alluring pose.

It seemed as if it wasn’t even her voice talking, but Alyssa could hear herself. “Brad. You can have the money, … , or me!” Alyssa bit her lower lip, nervously awaiting Brad’s answer.