This is a story of fiction, one that I've wanted to write for some time. I have no experiences of what I wrote in this story but I do have desires of them. I also believe in safe sex and I hope you will forgive me if the events appear somewhat exaggerated. It is fiction however, good or bad.
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Have you ever walked up to an unfamiliar car, keys in hand, got in and attempted to start the damn thing up? Well, I can tell you it's not as easy as it looks. First of all, you have to get in and that can be a test! Some are key lock, some you press the key remote and still others you just walk up to the car with the remote clutched in your hand and the door will unlock. Second, does it start by inserting the key, do you push a button or as so many of the newer high end jobs are equipped with, do you just say, "start ". I tell you, I think it was easier to crank up an old Model T to get it going.
I'm guess I'm being testy about it because I took a part time job as a car jockey in a hotel to make a few bucks, but being new at it, I'm frustrated by the technology of the modern car. I shouldn't nit-pick though because it gave me the opportunity to experience the one thing I was hoping to do....suck a cock.
My job was to park or retrieve a customers' car from any of our twelve floors in a parking garage adjacent to our twelve floor hotel. Although we don't always park the guests' car on the same floor they're staying on, we sometimes get lucky and find a spot on their floor so they have access to their car if they need to get to it. This can result in a little extra tip money.
My good fortune started on a slow Friday night about 11:45PM when I was working the 4 to 12 shift. It was a slow night and the garage was fairly empty. I was able to park some of our weekend arrivals on the same floor that the guests were staying and I was happily stuffing the tips in my pocket. Don't get me wrong, I'm not greedy, because I do go out of my way for the guests.
Like I said, it was a Friday night and I was standing at the garage entrance talking to my relief. A Toyota Camry pulled up and the driver got out of the car, holding out his keys to me, as I approached him.
"Are you going to be putting my car up on the sixth floor?" he asked.
"Yes sir. There's plenty of room up there," I responded.
"Would you mind if I rode up with you, if it's not against company rules."
"To be honest," I said, "you're the first person to ask me. Hell with it, hop in and we'll keep it our secret."
I got behind the wheel and the customer slid into the passenger seat and I headed up the ramp. He was a handsome guy, friendly, with a nice smile.
"I figured it would be easier than traipsing thru the lobby and doing the elevator thing," my passenger said. "You having a busy night?"
"No sir," I said, "It's been slow and I'm getting off in a few minutes."
"Good for you. I had a busy day and I'll be glad to settle in my room for the night."
We rounded the turns up thru the garage and arrived at the sixth floor quickly where I was able to park the Camry near the hotel entrance door. Getting out of the car and walking around to the passenger side, the gentleman handed me five bucks and thanked me. I returned the thanks and started to walk towards our service elevator.
"Hey," he called over to me, "you want to come in for a beer? I mean, since you're getting off duty. I have a six pack in the bar and it would be nice to have some company for a bit."
I liked the guys' demeanor. He seemed to have a nice way about him so I responded with, "Sure, I could use a cold one. Let me go punch out and I'll come back up."
"That's great. I'm in room 1230. Just knock."
"Okay," I'm thinking as I rode to the ground floor, "he doesn't seem like a serial killer and I'm sure he's not after my tip money."
I got down to the time clock and punched out, then gave my wife a call. I told her I was going to work some extra hours because she would not want me drinking and then drive my car. I was sure I was only going to have one and then be home early, fresh as a daisy. It only took me a few more minutes to get back up to room 1230 and my host answered the door with one knock.
His room was top shelf. It had a small living room with classy furnishings, a wet bar and the bed and bath were thru a doorway. Our hotel is very upscale so I wasn't surprised. There were even swankier rooms in the hotel that I've seen.
"Welcome," he said, extending his hand, as I took off my jacket, tossing it on a chair. "My name is Brian."
"Hi Brian, Joe," I said shaking his hand.
"Let me get you that beer," Brian said, walking over to the bar.
As he was pulling the bottle out of the fridge, I got a chance to look him over. He looked to be near my age, 60, my height and was nice looking. My wife would say he was cute. I guess I felt comfortable with him from the start because here I was in his room, alone, with a stranger.
"Here you are, Joe." Saluting me with his bottle he said, "Cheers."
"Chin-chin," I said, laughing, having heard the expression recently. Brian just smiled so I didn't share the joke.
"So," I said, "How do you come to be in the big city? Do you come here often?" I was just a little tense. You know, feeling a little out of my league shall we say.
Brian told me he was a drug rep for a pharmaceutical company and came in to the city a couple times a year. He traveled a lot and hated it. It was a lonely life, staying in hotels and cooped up in strange rooms, alone. Once in a great while his wife came with him but she had her own job at home that tied her down.
I talked about my short, part time career as a valet and my full time job. My wife and I lived just outside the city and came in often to eat or see a play. Brian was easy to talk with and we found that we had a lot in common, especially about our marital relations, both of us being very happy with our spouses.
We were still talking and Brian had gotten us both another beer when I got up from the sofa and noticed my host had a couple of DVD's sitting on the TV. I picked one up and saw that it was a porn movie featuring bi-couples. They were all bi-movies.
