Jack the chauffeur has to come and get her

As Jack Hermansson exited the elevator, the middle-aged driver couldn’t help but feel a pang of nervousness in the pit of his stomach. They were running late! He had not expected this, the Latina had made such a put together impression on him when he had met her yesterday. She seemed like a professional, taking herself and her work very seriously. A little stressed and not extrovertly bubbly, but polite and composed, she had been pleasant and easy enough to deal with. On top of that, she was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.

After dropping her off at the hotel and heading back to his own apartment, he hadn’t been able to get those dark eyes and soft, naturally pouty lips out of his head. Getting onto his laptop, he had gone down the rabbit hole, hoping to find an explicit sex scene or some full-frontal nudity from one of her movies. He was both unsurprised and disappointed when his search results came back rather sparse. A few see-through pics and nipple slips from the paparazzi when she had been caught off-guard, as well as a couple of leaked pics that were frustratingly tame. Ultimately, he ended up staring at a picture of his client in a bikini, tan body on full display. Excitingly it seemed that despite her reserved demeanor, she sported a slutty little trampstamp above her ass, making his fantasy go wild.

Ultimately, he had blown his load, mind filled with images that had made him feel a bit embarrassed when he had sat in his car, waiting for her. Yet, to his utter surprise, she hadn’t shown up. He had tried calling her on the number that had been attached to his assignment, but her phone had gone straight to mailbox. After another ten minutes of waiting, he had decided to go up to her room.

Now, as he approached the door, he wasn’t quite sure about his decision. His orders were to wait in the car, some clients regarded the driver showing up at their hotel room unannounced as a breaking of etiquette, despite his best intentions. Yet, if the actress wanted to catch her plane, she’d need to come soon.

As he reached the door, he pressed the buzzer, urgently. At that moment it occurred to him that while he had taken the elevator up, Mrs. Alba could have taken the stairs down and they could have missed each other. If she arrived downstairs, already running late, and he wasn’t there, it would spell trouble for him. It was a silly thought, there was no reason for her to take the stairs, but enough to unsettle the nervous driver for the couple of seconds before he heard noise from the other side of the door.

Urgent footsteps, bare feet padding across the room’s wooden floor, then the door opened a couple of inches.

“Yes?!” The Latina’s voice wasn’t angry or indignant, but much rather confused and a bit… bewildered.

For a moment, Jack was speechless. When he had met her yesterday, the woman had been absolutely breathtaking as they chased from appointment to appointment. Dressed in a chic but professional way, hair and make-up done to perfection she had looked every bit the global superstar/entrepreneur that she had been advertised as.

Now, she looked like a different person. Her hair was a mess, sticking in all directions from her head with loose strands hanging into her face. She didn’t wear any make-up at all, yet all that did was to bring out her natural beauty. He found her even more stunning with puffy, slightly red eyes and absolutely no foundation and the look she gave him drove him wild. Instead of her cool, friendly conduct from yesterday, she looked up at him with those beautiful, big eyes, almost like he had been caught red-handed doing something wrong. With the way she was hiding her body behind the door, it was obvious she wasn’t ready. For a moment his mind flitted to the possibility that the beauty was naked on the other side of this door and he felt his cock twitch inside his pants, before he quickly checked himself.

“Uhm, Mrs. Alba, I am afraid we are running late!” he explained, drowning in those dark, stunning eyes.

“What? No way!” her confusion seemed to only grow and she turned her head to check the clock inside her room. “FUCK!”

“No need to panic, Ma’am!” Jack immediately calmed her, “We won’t be able to make your breakfast appointment, but we’ll still be able to make your flight. I can call at the restaurant and tell them to excuse you.”

“Fuck…” the distraught actress closed her eyes, seemingly taking a small moment to collect herself and think. “Fuck! Alright, thank you, sir! I am so sorry; my battery must have died and my alarm didn’t go off…”

“It’s alright!” Jack smiled, endeared by her very human reaction, “We’ll be fine, ma’am, just get ready. Should I take your suitcase down with me?”

“Huh?! Uhm… yes, thank you!” her eyes flitted across the room where he assumed her luggage stood, “Just give me a moment, I need to grab a few clothes from in there.”

“No problem!” He nodded and the disheveled-but-stunning head disappeared into the room.

Jack didn’t move. A consummate professional himself, he wouldn’t dare to do anything salacious to act on his client’s vulnerability. The hotel room’s door, however, lacked his sense of honor. Whether it was due to an imperceptible draft of air or an imperfection in the hinges, Jack’s eyes widened as the wooden door slowly swung open and revealed the inner parts of the hotel room.

Jessica didn’t notice a thing. Her exhausted mind, riddled by newly-welled up stress and the task of picking out a set of clothes from her suitcase as quickly as possible, was too preoccupied to realize that behind her, the door revealed her fully to the dutiful driver.

Despite his best intentions, Jack couldn’t help but stare, his jaw going slack when he saw that the actress was indeed stark naked and he got a perfect view of her immaculate backside. He had admired it on the screen of his laptop yesterday, wrapped in a small pair of bikini bottoms that had clung to those beautifully sculpted caramel buttocks as she lounged on some exotic beach. Now, he got the same view, sans the bottoms. With the unaware Latina bent over at the waist, her legs kept straight and her feet about shoulder-width apart for balance as she rummaged through her suitcase, facing away from him, she couldn’t have given him a better show if she had tried. Those delightfully thick, well-rounded glutes jiggled enticingly as she moved frantically to dig out an outfit, almost begging to be squeezed. Her skin was immaculate, smooth and creamy, with the faintest set of tan lines running across where her bikini usually ended. Only the small blue bow trampstamp he had discovered on the internet yesterday marked her perfect booty and added a decidedly slutty note.

Due to her stance, the actress’ pussy bulged sweetly between her thighs, as if she were offering to be fucked. Jack delighted in knowing that the plump mound was completely shaven and smooth, as if this wet dream of a woman couldn’t stand for a single imperfection. The petite, womanly slit was neatly framed by the curve of her adductor muscles, promising a delectable, silky warmth.

To top things off, her bent-over posture caused her gorgeous cheeks to splay and with the room’s light incidentally putting a spotlight on her butt, Jack was offered an impeccable view of Jessica’s asshole. He felt a bit light-headed by the privilege, knowing that not only was this woman a globally renowned beauty, having sat on top of a multitude of “Sexiest Woman Alive”-lists over the years, but she was also rather conservative with regard to showing off her body. Legions of fans had to be satisfied with a few sparse slip-ups that showed maybe a blurry view of her nipples while he now got a good, long look at her most intimate of places, accidentally seeing her in a way she would never present herself to the world in a million years. It was the world’s loss really, as every last inch of her proved perfect. A nice, tight hole, the puckered iris a hue darker than the surrounding skin it winked shyly as he not only got a brief glance, but he had all the time in the world to sear the view into his memory and enjoy the show.

He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t look and doing so was violating his client’s privacy in the worst way, but on the other hand he simply couldn’t move, almost hypnotized by the stunning sight.

He couldn’t even break out of his trance when the actress finally pulled her clothes out of the suitcase and deftly zipped her luggage back up. Outfit in hand she straightened, grabbed her suitcase, turned back to the door and froze on the spot. He could see her pale a little, eyes wide as saucers as she found herself face to face with him and they stared at each other, both equally speechless. She was so shocked that she didn’t even remember to cover up, arms by her sides as she gave him a full-frontal view in all her glory.

Knowing he should look away, his eyes betrayed him once more, drifting down to take in the woman’s fit, trim abs, her cute, girly bellybutton, bald cunt and her bare tits. They were a bit bigger than in most of the pictures he had looked at yesterday, unquestionably growing with motherhood, but still sat soft and firm on her chest, capped by pretty, pink nipples that stood cutely on top of small areolas. Wide-eyed he took the sight in as the two stood frozen in place.

They were freed from their trance by loud laughter, coming from the bed. Confused, Jack looked over and got another surprise when he saw a middle-aged man lying naked on the bed behind Jessica, looking at them with amusement written all over his face. He was balding, with a stout, hairy figure that wasn’t anything Jack would have considered attractive, yet their state of dress left little to doubt. This older, unappealing man had spent the night fucking this absolutely gorgeous, charming Latina woman, well enough so she had missed her alarm.

“Wow…” was all Jack could say.

Finally, Jessica broke free from her stupor and rushed forward towards him, her soft tits bouncing wildly. She tossed her suitcase at Jack, before slamming the door shut in front of the stunned driver’s nose.

“I’ll be down in the moment!” she shouted from the other side.

“I… I’ll wait downstairs…” Jack muttered, completely stunned by what had just happened. His mind still focused on the actress’ exquisite fuckholes, he picked her luggage up from the floor and slowly returned to the elevator, mentally thanking any higher power for the view he had just enjoyed.