Caught by hotel security...but you've got an in!

I just stood there for a moment feeling ridiculous. I was clean, fresh, and ready for my part in Matt and Michelle's wedding except for one thing. All my clothes were on the other side of a locked door. Talk about out of uniform!

I bent down to pick up the cloth napkin from my breakfast tray. In a pinch, it would serve as a kind of demi-loincloth. As I lifted it, the heart-sealed note was pulled along, then dropped with a click onto the tray. I gritted my teeth and got ready to make an embarrassing trip down to the lobby.

There was a soft chime from the neighborhood of the elevators. I froze, holding the napkin in front of my dick. I felt an uneasy tingle go across my body. There was an itching on the back of my neck. Before I could turn to check out my suspicions, I heard a voice behind me.

"Now sir," a woman's steady voice said, "Perhaps you could explain what's going on?" I could hear an edge in it. I started to turn. "Slowly," she said.

I turned, still holding the napkin. A woman in a security uniform was looking at me from ten feet away, holding a large flashlight in one hand. Her dark hair was pulled back under a cap. I tried to hunch down a bit and loosen my muscles so I didn't look threatening. "I'm..." I started to explain.

"Hey wait a minute," she said. She stared straight into my eyes. "Is that...?"

"Maria!" I said. It was Maria Falcone, the security guard my senior year in high school.

She jumped forward, threw her arms around me and squashed me against her chest. "Kiddo!" she said. She slapped my bare butt. "How you doin'? God, it's been so long!" She leaned forward and kissed me. "Tell me what's going on, kid. You never call, you barely write!"

I laughed, then cleared my throat. "Uh, Maria," I said. "I locked myself out and I'm butt-ass naked in the corridor trying to explain myself to hotel security. Maybe you can get me into my room first?"

"Uh-haw!" she guffawed. "Got a key right here," she said. She took a card from her pocket and swiped it into my door slot. The green light went on and the latch clicked. "No problem-o, kid."

I dropped my napkin on top of the heart-sealed note on my breakfast tray and bent to pick up the tray. Maria opened the door and held it for me.

"I'm almost twenty-nine, Maria," I said. "Do I look like a kid?"

"Hmmm," she said. "Six foot four, a hun' ninety-five," she said. "Crew cut. Butt-naked in the corridor. Kid. I could still take you." She laughed and let the door close. "Last I heard from you, you'd finished your first tour and were gonna re-up," she said. "Nine years and you're still in. You going to go career on us?"

"It's good so far. Not tired of it yet. Not sure if I'm going to stick it out."

She smiled. "Bastard," she said with envy. "Toy with me like that."

"Sorry, Vee," I said. Ex-Sergeant Maria Falcone had quit, she'd told me, after seven great years and one horrible one. Something to do with harassment from another sergeant, a seventeen-year career soldier. She won her complaint and they transferred him, but she'd had so much trouble that she had refused re-enlistment and left with ashes in her mouth.

"Under the bridge," she said. "Hey, kiddo, will you look at that!" she said, pointing to my crotch. Maria's hugging, kissing, and butt-slapping had had their effect. I had a decent half-erection pointing straight at her belt buckle. She laughed. "Hope you've been putting that to good use," she said.

"Nothing much lately," I said. "They're marrying off Michelle, and I gotta stand there and look like I like it."

"Poor baby," Maria said. Her eyes narrowed, and she smiled wickedly. Catching your eyes, she swirled her wet tongue tip round and round her generous lips. She lowered her voice. "Poor, poor, bay-bee..." she drawled. I felt a flush of warmth. My cock throbbed itself erect. "You look like you like it," she said, and laughed.

"You're still a tease," I said.

"A tease?" she said. "A tease? Did I ever send you home with blue balls? Never. Unlike someone else I could name."

Maria wasn't just any school security guard that year. She was a tight-wound bundle of energy. Crowds of surly students parted for her. If a fight didn't stop when she appeared, she'd grab each combatant by the hair and stop them. And one afternoon, after practice, she caught me under the bleachers jacking off to a porn mag. But after she'd got me in a comealong hold, pants still open, she'd stopped. My arm hurt a lot where she'd twisted it behind my back, so I didn't dare move or speak. She held me for one minute, two, three. I was about to say something when she finally burst out with, "Fuck it! I can't fucking run you in for having a fuckin' eighteen-year-old's hormones. Just don't bring the mag to school any more. Zip it up, you're gonna go to the toilet and finish yourself off." She'd confiscated the magazine and walked me to the men's room. I turned round to ask her a question and saw she was entering the ladies', a thumb marking a page in the magazine. Over the next month, there was a lot of intense, uneasy eye contact between us until we broke down and acted on the energy that had been crackling between us. We had an intense, secret sexual relationship, mostly outside of school at her place, but we never had intercourse. Maria had some strong feelings about saving that for marriage, and had some weird phobias about birth control as well. So we did everything else. I called her Extra Virgin as a joke, and it sort of stuck. I used to call her Vee. She called me Kid.

I had felt really bad for Maria when Michelle finally said yes to me. Vee had just laughed when I told her. "You've been good for me, kid, but you gotta move along. Me too," she'd said. "How long we've been at each other and we're BOTH still virgins?" We both broke up with laughter.

I looked at Maria across the hotel room. She looked back at me. My heart started thumping like it had nearly ten years ago, and my cock was big and throbbing. "Is this going to be the first time?" I asked.

Her face softened. "It doesn't have to be," she said. "Hang on a sec," she said. "Before I forget, ya got your room key?"

I blinked. I looked around. Not there, not there, not...I sighed. "Not only did I lock myself out..."

She put her security keycard down. "Use this one. Don't worry about it, they stop working the end of the week and I already got my new one." She reached out toward me with her forearm-long black flashlight and rubbed it over the tip of my cock. "Got something there for me, kid?" she asked.

"All for you, Vee," I said to Maria.

"Nice thing to bring along for old home week, kid," she said. "I've got a surprise for you, too." She smiled. "Tell you 'bout it in a little bit." She grinned and licked her lips.

I went over toward my shaving kit to pull out some necessaries.

"Aw, you don't need to get anything," Maria said.

"Lube is much better these days," I said. "And I'll bet you'll like it too. Not as messy as olive oil."

"Don't you go knocking olive oil," Maria said, standing up for her Italian roots. "You always wanted to use too much. Just a few drops do fine." She stepped up and curled a hand around my erect cock. "Kid, you don't wanna backtalk your superior officer," she said. "But hey, you like it, let's try some on you." I dribbled some lube into her palm, and she started polishing the head of my cock in circular, open-handed strokes.

A jolt of painful, ticklish pleasure ran through me. "Ooh, I can't take that," I said.

"Candyass," Maria said. She switched her attention to my cock shaft. "Eh, my hands are all oily now," she said. "You gotta help me out of this uniform." She held her arms out to each side.

I unbuttoned Maria's blue security shirt, copping a generous feel of her breasts.

"Fresh," she said. "I oughta slap you for that."

"Save it, copper," I said. "I'm just getting started." I unhooked her bra in front and pulled it apart. Her dark nipples looked a little swollen round the areolas.

"'Y callin' a cop," she said. "I'm exclusively private security."

"Rent-a cop," I said, and squeezed her nipples.

"Ow stop!" she said. "Go easy, they're tender."

I raised my eyebrows. She used to love having me squeeze them. She didn't explain, so I went on and snapped open her belt. She breathed in deeply, then out. I unhooked and unzipped her fly. "Still wearing grey Jockeys, I see," I said.

"They still go good," she said.

I untied her shoes and eased them off, leaving her black socks on as a precaution. Maria had such ticklish feet that it could break the mood if I brushed them the wrong way. Down and off went the slacks.

"Hands up," I said. She raised her arms, and I pulled them down one at a time to slide her shirt carefully over her slippery hands.

I stood back to admire Maria. Compact and muscular, with nice curves at hip and now-bare breasts. A little belly, same as when I'd last seen her. Intense, liquid dark eyes under strong black brows. Wavy black hair pulled back under her cap. Thick black socks. I smiled. Her favorite grey Jockey For Her briefs.

I met her eyes. That electricity again. It felt like we were sizing each other up for a frenzied grapple, a no-holds-barred wrestling match to squeeze something out of one another.

I found my voice. "Where shall I start?"