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Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2008 08:16:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROOM SERVICE
I'd worked at the Georgian, a 5 star hotel in London for the past three months. Three months since I had left school. Maybe not the best job in the world but one with perks which made it worth my while. I spent my days flitting from room to room with room service. Room service? General dog's body may have been a better title. As I say hardly exciting an exciting job, but it did allow me a pass key to all rooms. Don't get me wrong, I'm honest as the days long, but living at home it was hard to explore my hobby. I had discovered on a wet Wednesday during the school holidays, that my mother's lingerie was much nicer to wear. I had only had the one opportunity to feel the softness of tights, and snugness of panties. But it had made me want to explore those feelings some more. Living with mum, dad
as well as three brothers and sisters I yet to have the opportunity again.
It wasn't until I was asked to deliver some laundry to a guests room that I realised the chances I was presented with. I'd let myself in, having tapped on the door first, and meant to just leave the cleaning on the bed. But having laid it down, I noticed some stockings draped over the back of a chair. I couldn't resist, and had to feel them against my skin. I stood there with my arm in one of the stocking feeling the silkiness. But I knew now was not the time, as I was expected in the kitchens for teas. So I carefully placed the stocking back as I had found it, and slipped out of the room. As walked back to the service stairs my mind raced at the possibilities that lay before me.
Two weeks must have slipped by, and my nerves failed me. I knew if I was caught dismissal would only just out do the ridicule. So I bid my time and fantasies. Ms Jane Farrell and her friend Sam Pinder were both stunning woman, with the longest legs I had ever seen. Long legs, slim, perfect make up and cute Adams apples. They'd checked in and I'd carried Jane's cases up the to her suite. She's smiled and gave me a £5 tip. I left thinking of those legs and wondering if I could ever dream of my legs looking so wonderful. They were in adjoining suites and were booked in for the next two weeks. I spent the first week using every chance I had to be their room service. Learning their routine and watching. I soon noticed that most days
they would leave the hotel at 10.00 a.m and be away till late
afternoon. That I figured was the window I would need.
My day off for the second week was a Monday, but this Monday I intended to be back in the hotel, in uniform but not working. I managed to slip in unnoticed via the staff entrance and even if anyone had seen me they would assume I was working an extra shift. At 10.00 a.m I stood at the far end of he second floor corridor and watched Jane and Sam make their daily exit. Once the lift doors had shut I walked up to Jane's suite and let myself in. I could smell her perfume and all on the bed lay stockings. The fates were being kind to me, but first I slipped to the window and watched to make sure the two ladies left the hotel. They climbed into a taxi and eaded off towards Oxford Street.
I crossed to the bed and picked up the stockings. The excitement in me was almost tearing me apart; my stomach filled with butterflies as I quickly made sure the suites door was latched shut. Then I removed my shoes socks and trousers. The stockings were dark grey and felt wonderful against the skin of my arms. How would they feel on my legs? I could feel myself becoming aroused, as the thought crossed my mind, how silly would I look in just stockings! I needed panties, but I could not risk clean ones, in case I stained them in my growing excitement. That was remedied compliments of the laundry basket. Black panties with lace. I almost came as they slid up my legs and I tucked myself into them. Next the suspender belt. Jane was a largish woman so the belt fitted me nicely. I could hardly wait as I crumpled the first stocking leg up and pushed my toes into them.
I eased the nylon up my legs, making sure they were straight and
that I didn't make any runs in them. I stood up to pull the stocking fully on. After some nervous and excited attempts I fumbled the stocking top to the belt. The other leg was soon also dressed and I walked to the chapel mirror to admire myself. I stood there, in stockings and black panties my man hood trying to force its way through the thin panties material. I felt so alive, so feminine. Maybe a bra? I still had hours left to enjoy myself. I looked around for a matching bra.
It was then that I noticed the adjoining door to Sam's suite was ajar. That had been shut, I was certain. I heard a click and a soft laughter. The door swung slowly open and I the doorway stood Sam, a camera in her hands and a smile on her face. I felt myself redden and shrivel, as I stood there in a guest's room, in her friend's lingerie and I knew at that moment I was in the deepest trouble possible. Sam stepped into the room, looked at me and smiled even more if that was possible. "You look beautiful darling, such lovely legs". My only thought was to get out of there and fast. I reached for m trousers but Sam was faster. She reached on to the bed and snatched them up. "You won't need these for a while my darling". I felt as if my world had collapsed, I felt physically sick and that death could be
no worse than this mess. Some mumbled excuses and pleading escaped from my lips, but Sam just smiled. "Don't worry sweetie, I totally understand but I feel I must help you explore your feminine side some more" With one finger she motioned me to follow her, as I stepped from one suite into what I assumed would be a nightmare and total humiliation.
This is my first attempt at such a theme. I would welcome some feed back and if anyone would be interested in part two?
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