These are some of Marilyn's adventures when she was young and wild. She's a petite, average looking blonde with a pair of tits like casaba melons -- high, round, and firm on her chest. Her ass is tight and fine, but her best feature by far is that superb rack. She gets her share (and more) of male attention which is the biggest problem she has. Rather, her libido is the biggest problem she has. She's always enjoyed sex, perhaps too much, but she's never had too much sex, not yet. She's a twenty-three year old college dropout who fucked her way through the first five semesters finally flunking out in the sixth. She's promised herself that she'll go back some day but that won't be anytime soon. She has an apartment and a car payment. Not to mention a cell phone, girl stuff, clothes and partying to fund.
The past couple of years she's been trying to deal with her 'problem' -- a hot clit and an imagination to go along with it! She'd like to find a nice guy, settle down, live right, all that but there's that sex drive to deal with: She hasn't found a man yet who could take charge of her coochie and she wasn't sure that she would. The urge was just too powerful. She'd heard the old joke that men think about sex every five minutes and women every six, she wished it were true. She couldn't go two days without a hot fuck; scratch that, she hadn't gone a day without sex for the past four years! Some days it was only four sessions with the vibrator but it was sex, nonetheless. Even if she did get a good, hot one there was no guarantee that she wouldn't be plugging that damned thing in later. She talked to her mom about it after she left school and, although she was sympathetic, she told Marilyn:
"Just wait. It gets worse." She laughed, but she was only half kidding. "It's a curse that women in our family have to live with. I thought that it would 'go away' when I got into my forties but ask your Grandma -- she's still whoring around even though she's past sixty. She's just lucky that Grandpa is such a good, understanding man. I wish that your dad could have been just a little more sympathetic with me, but..." She trailed off. Her parents had been divorced nearly ten years and her mother had gone through more than a dozen boy friends and live-ins. That's just the ones that Marilyn knew about, she was sure that there were more -- her mom was an older version of herself, slim-hips and big-tits. She hugged Marilyn then and said, "You just have to find the right man who can handle you or your appetites. In the meantime, be safe, have fun, and enjoy being a woman. It's a great gift."
It wasn't much consolation.
She was trying hard to settle into her new job at the country club. The concierge service desk offered very similar services as the luxury hotel that she'd just left but the Whitewater Creek Country Club was much smaller and more intimate than the Marbury. The Whitewater was just as elegant, perhaps more so, than the Marbury.
She hoped that she'd be able to restrain her horny self in this place. She didn't need to get into the same situation that got her 'transferred' from the Marbury. The different atmosphere helped, but this place was full of handsome, successful, older men who were active and very sexy. This was their environment. They came here to relax and play. So did their wives and families. That was one factor that helped restrain her but not much. It only made the men seem more attractive. They were friendly enough and that was natural but she couldn't help getting all hot and wet when certain ones stopped to chat or make arrangements for activities. So far, none of them had affected her like Roger Marbury had.
Roger Marbury was the owner of the Marbury hotel where she'd previously worked. She was working the front desk on her first day when she met him:
It had been a fairly busy Sunday afternoon with a bunch of check-ins for the week ahead. The usual stuff but when a tall, older fellow showed up and introduced himself as Roger Marbury (she'd already heard that the owner lived in a penthouse suite) she felt the world around her come to a stop. He welcomed her to the Marbury team and hoped she'd enjoy working there. His eyes and smile dazzled her. He was affable and quite nice looking. She was like a deer caught in headlights; unsure about what was happening, unable to get out of the way. He excused himself and left her standing there mesmerized. Her nipples were tingling. She smelled her hand where they'd touched.
A hand waved in front of her face. It was Colin, the senior desk clerk.
"Earth to Marilyn, Earth to Marilyn," he teased, "Come in please."
She blushed, embarrassed. He laughed again. "He's mighty cute for an old guy."
Colin was relaxed, funny and gay; they had hit it off right from the start. He was 'training' her, but the system was user friendly and simplified so she had focused on being attentive and friendly (his advice) to the guests as they checked in or out. He helped her with the unfamiliar stuff. Colin leaned close to her and whispered, "It's a good thing he's straight or I would've thrown myself at him ages ago!" He rolled his eyes.
"Stop it!" She laughed, "Behave!"
"If you insist," he smirked. "But I saw that 'moment' between the two of you."
"What are you talking about?" Now she was embarrassed. "A 'moment'? Right!"
He shot a predatory glance at her tits and then sniffed the back of his hand while batting his eyes. She narrowed her eyelids and made a mock fist.
He retreated, saying "At least wait till the end of the shift to beat me up! I'd like to get into something more comfortable."
She shook her head laughing at his antics. She was glad to be working with a man who wasn't interested in fucking her. That was a change of pace. She loved sex but had found out during college that it tended to complicate relationships, especially in the workplace. As the afternoon wore on she thought about Mr. Marbury. She was smitten by the 'moment' that was for sure! She thought about his eyes and smile, his calm, self-assured demeanor, and his touch. It made her wet just thinking about him! So taken by him that she fingered herself in the employee women's washroom during break. It was one of those orgasms that she should've avoided -- no real satisfaction; it just primed her pump.
She had coffee with Colin after work and found out more about the hotel and Mr. Marbury. He lived in a penthouse suite on the top floor with his trophy wife who
Was thirty years younger, maybe more, than he was. He was nearly seventy, worked every day with no sign of slowing down. It was rumored that he had a mistress who'd formerly worked at the hotel. She was careful not to ask too much about Mr. Marbury, Colin was her friend but she didn't know him all that well. She wondered if he'd gossip about her. Probably not, he wasn't talking about mean about any of his coworkers. She felt comfortable with his easygoing and kind manner. That was also a change of pace. She was really glad to be working with him for a number of reasons, not the least of which was his orientation.
He did tell her that the bell captain had taken notice of her.
"Mark was checking you out as soon as he saw you."
