Sunday, December 29, 2013

Slippery Sunday

Slippery Situation

Don't know model's name, but image came from:

"Housekeeping," Yvonne knocked before sliding the card through the slot.

Pushing her cleaning cart inside, Yvonne assessed the room.  There were personal items everywhere.  A laptop on the coffee table, a camera next to it, take-out containers from Muscle Maker on the counter nearby.  Her supervisor had sent her up because the guest had checked out.  If that was the case, she or he left everything behind.

"Housekeeping!"  Yvonne called out.


Yvonne decided to take care of the linens and towels and make the bed, but leave the rest for later.  If she went back without touching anything, Ronnie, her supervisor would fire her.  Ronnie was waiting for an excuse to get rid of her.  Yvonne frowned. She needed this job far too much to let a jealous college drop-out ruin everything for her.  It wasn't Yvonne's fault she worked two jobs just to continue going to school; she was determined to get her BS in Criminal Justice and no one was getting in the way of that.  Not even Ronnie.

Yvonne listened carefully as she made her way to the bedroom.  The door was wide open and everything was silent.  She found clothes strewn about the room, so she tidied up a bit.  She switched the linens and made the bed, dusted the tables and cleaned the mirror.  Her eye caught movement behind her as she made a final swipe over the mirror and she stopped, holding her breath.

She hadn't thought the guest might be in the en suite.  Gulping, she tip-toed over to the bathroom door, bringing a stack of towels, holding them against her body as a shield.  "Housekeeping," she said once more.  Again, no answer.  The only sound was rushing water.

Now, Yvonne started to feel beyond nervous...scared, in fact.  She was about to turn and place the towels on the bed before leaving until she heard a deep male laugh come from inside the bathroom.  The door was slightly ajar.  Peeking through the opening, she saw a large tanned, muscled body step in to the tub.  Steam swirled around her as she gaped at the tight ass and thick legs that sunk in to the water.  Licking her lips, Yvonne clenched the towels tighter to her breasts, that were now throbbing, as her eyes traveled over wide shoulders, an arm covered in tattoos and up to short dark hair.

Yvonne wanted to run.  And at the same time she wanted to stay.  This could get her fired for sure, she knew, but her mind had yet to get her feet to move.  The man slid around in the tub, and now his profile was in view.  He must've been talking on the phone when she heard him laugh before, because she saw him set it down on the cabinet by the sink.

Oh good lord, Yvonne thought to herself.  There is a gorgeous man in the tub.  A naked, slippery, hot hunk with tantalizing muscles only a few steps away.  She felt the strongest urge to strip right then and there and sink in beside him.  He tilted his head back and Yvonne took in his profile.  Strong jawline, straight nose, tanned skin and just the slightest dark, sexy stubble covering his face.  Yvonne pressed her legs together. She wanted to feel that stubble scraping along her thighs, her ass...everywhere.

The Adonis before her shifted and stood briefly, grabbing a washcloth off the cabinet.  Yvonne gasped.  She couldn't help it.  The front of him was as beautiful as the backside.  Perfect cock, smooth skin, no tan lines.  Everything on the man was sleek and solid... and wet.  Her body tensed and her pussy clenched.  She couldn't take it anymore.  She had to leave.  She slipped back a step, trying to remain undetected.

"Care to join me?"

Yvonne dropped the towels.



More to come soon!  I will be publishing an anthology in February where all of my teasers will be expanded upon and wrapped up nicely. Mr. Slippery will be there as well.  ;)  

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