Confession’s of a hotel chambermaid. Part 1 ,

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Confession’s of a hotel chambermaid. Part 1 ,It was only the start of a new shift as asmita stocked up her trolley with the standard amount of towel , body gels ,shampoo’s etc . she had been a chambermaid in the hotel for 6 months and loved her job , she smiled at each guest she passed on her way to her floor , floor number 3 and reaching her first room she lightly knocked and on no reply she used her key card to gain entry . she was pleased to see the room barely looked like anyone had been in it as she emptied the bin and inspected the bathroom for what needed replaced and of course a little sample of the expensive perfume on the counter .she noticed the neatly folded uniform of a stewardess folded over the back of the chair , she was surprised the room was so neat as airline stewardess wouldnt generally be so tidy she thought to herself .about to make the bed she noticed the black paper bag beside the bed , now if theres one thing about stewardess they have expensive taste and she couldnt help have a peek and lifting out the red lace bra and pants set she inspected them before rolling her eyes at the scandalous price tag on them .she smiled as she next removed a white silk teddy from the bag and not being able to resist she went to the bathroom and holding it up to herself she laughed at the thought of her in it , it was for a young classy lady she thought.asmita’s heart jumped a beat as she heard the room door being opened , she stood there froze to the spot clutching the ladies shopping in the bathroom .she stood there in horror as the blonde woman appeared at the bathroom door , with only 2inch heels on she was still over 6 foot and stared first at asmita then down at her silk teddy that asmita was holding , would you like to explain what the fuck is going on here , the woman quizzed . apology after apology came from asmita , she said she didnt know what she was thinking as she squeezed past the woman and started putting the lingerie back in the bag the whole time apologising bursa escort for the incident.hang on , is that it all ? the woman quizzed asmita and asmita confirmed it was . how the fuck do i know that , how do i know your not taking stuff . the foul language was the opposite from the womans stylish looks , tall , skinny , blonde hair in a neat ponytail , immaculate makeup .asmita promised she had nothing and continued to apologise for her actions.the woman slowly walked towards asmita , that means nothing to me , i find you going through my shopping ofcourse i dont know your telling the truth , take your top of , asmita again expressed the fact she had nothing . i said take it of . her voice was different , firm but under control and realising she had no choice she lifted her tunic top of and stood there in her trousers and plain black bra .asmita stared at the wall , her heart pounded like it was going to explode as the lady walked round behind her and she felt her stand tight up against her back , close enough to take in the scent of her perfume as the woman lean into Asmita’s ear and whispered , dont move. almost instantly asmita felt her bra strap being tugged and in seconds she felt it come of her and fall to the floor.asmita twitched as instantly she felt the woman reach round and place her hand on her belly , we just have to be sure your telling the truth dont we. and with that asmita felt the hand slowly start to gently move around her belly , occasionally giving her skin a little knead. the woman had gone silent but now her other hand had come round and she slowly run them over asmita until without warning asmita took a deep breath as the hands moved up and cupped her breasts .they paused for a second , gently cupping her .not long but long enough to show it was more than needed before they moved higher up her chest and the soft slowly almost massaged Asmita’s neck before once again moving down and this time lingering longer on her breasts , enough firmness to let asmita bursa escort bayan feel her nipples harden to the touch and squash between the hands and her breasts .without warning the hands came of her breasts and she felt the woman step back and first her left arm and then her right were guided up and asmita placed her hands on her own head as the woman whispered , keep your hands where they are .asmita pleaded , there really is no need i don’t have anything as the woman came around and stood face to face with her .asmita stared into her eyes , she looked mid 20s , her platinum blonde hair pulled back in a tight pony tail , her fake tan slightly over done but her beauty could handle that .her cherry red lips traditional stewardess. her face had no expression as she stared back into Asmita’s eyes until she reached up and placing her fore finger on Asmita’s mouth she quietly told her to ssshhhh.almost in one gliding movement the woman lowered her self down and asmita took a deep breath and stared at the wall ahead as she felt her uniform trousers being lowered til they fell to her ankles and she stood in just her plain pants in front of the unknown woman .even with the situation the only thing in her mind was the fact she wasn’t wearing nice panties and she took a deep breath as she felt the hem of her pants being tugged and her pants lowered to her ankles and then she realised with the removal of her pants how wet she was , she stood there staring at the wall , a stranger knealing in front of her staring at her wet pussy.realising how wet she was at being exposed she felt her breath get heavier , the woman hadn’t moved , she was just staring at asmita standing there . asmita flinched as finally she woman reached up and touched the front of one of Asmita’s thighs , spread your legs she was ordered and without hesitation she found her self doing it as far as the pants and trousers around her ankles would let her .you know my stuff is expensive , you should have asked , the woman escort bursa commented but asmita continued to stare at the wall ahead of her until she let out a little gasp as she felt a thumb on either side of her pussy and without hesitation she felt her pussy being parted and exposing her wetness.the situation had long since been forgotton , was the stranger enjoying it , she didn’t know but she yearned for the stranger , she enjoyed knowing she was looking into her pussy .her nipples burned to be touched , her pussy was dripping to be enter and she started to groan out loud as finally she felt one finger of the stranger easily slip into her wetness and start to explore her .the finger never stopped til it was fully inside her and then instantly began to probe her , asmita had stopped trying to hide her arousal and was openly groaning to her internal inspection .she was already on the tip of an orgasm when without warning the finger withdrew from her and instantly the woman stood up and standing , their faces only inches apart . well it seems you were telling the truth she whispered as she stared into Asmita’s eyes .the blonde had no expression on her face as she stared at asmita standing there naked , her hands still on her hear , her nipples feeling like they were about to explode and her thighs coated in her own juices .get dressed the woman ordered and asmita pulled up her pants and trousers , put her bra in her pocket and still trying to get her breath back she pulled her tunic top back on .sweating , her face flushed with arousal she turned to face the woman who reaching out her hand handed asmita the silk teddy she had been caught with .i like naughty girls , im going for breakfast at 07:30 tomorrow , i want you in this this when i return and i want you in this she ordered handing over the teddy.asmita never spoke and she realised it was time to leave and slipping the teddy into her pocket she left the room and entering her next room to clean making sure it was empty she fell back against the wall and run the last 20 minutes over and over in her head as she tried to gather her thoughts . her head was spinning with things, what the fuck lay ahead she thought ………………………..

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