Being a frequent traveler all over the world has given me a variety of check-in experiences at some of the best hotels. The upscale hotels train their staff to make the mundane process as easy and smooth as possible with fake smiles, half-hearted questions about your trip, and less-than-pleasurable courtesies. But oftentimes it's the genuine clerk, who enjoys her job and is naturally friendly to people she just meets who exceed your expectations. The latter is what I experienced checking into the smaller 3-star hotel in Nashville, for a last-minute trip. I'm accustomed to staying at the larger Marriott, Grand Hyatt, or Four Seasons which deliver room service and all the conveniences experienced travelers expect.
It was already a long day, with multiple flight delays, bad airport food, and a crying baby with a frustrated mom behind me on my last leg. I just wanted to crawl into bed and watch TV until I fell asleep. The thought of relaxing my weariness reminded me I didn't confirm my hotel reservation. "Shit!" collecting my bag off the carousel. "The Marriott should have a room, no big deal," as I pulled my phone out waiting for my Uber to arrange my room. After three calls to the top hotels in Nashville and hearing three rejections due to the dentists' convention in town, the thought of relaxing tonight was diminishing. I saw an airport taxi go by with what looked like a regional hotel chain with the promise of comfortable beds, the best rates, and a free breakfast. "Sure, why not," I thought and dialed the easy phone number.
My Uber dropped me off 15 minutes later in front of the hotel and I walked into a welcoming, warm lobby with a small reception counter with two computer screens. What made the reception area even better than the ambiance, was the pretty woman behind the counter with a big beautiful smile and warm eyes. I half expected her to speak Italian to me, but maybe she was Greek or another Mediterranean ethnicity. She greeted me by name, a nice touch, and immediately I felt better about my day. She made small talk as she got my particulars, and I started to warm up to my new favorite hotel, or maybe it was this woman. I started noticing more details about her; her thick long brown hair, her big brown eyes, her long eyelashes, and her glossy lips. Her lips were perfectly plump, with heavy lip glass that made them shiny and irresistible, and a lip piercing that made me want to kiss her. As she stepped back from the counter to get the printout for me to sign, I was shocked, impressed, and thoroughly turned on seeing her curves for the first time. Her blue blouse was holding back the biggest, fullest boobs I have seen in a long time. As she turned slightly, I would have seen her bra from her gaping buttons if it wasn't for the camisole she wore under her blouse. I suddenly felt my cock stir in my jeans.
"And if you could just sign here, I'll get you your keys," she said with that warm inviting smile.
Her eyebrows went up, catching me looking at her chest, but still smiling, "Oh yeah, right," I quickly recovered.
"Enjoy your stay, Sir," still holding her smile.
"Thank you so much," looking at her nametag, "Cassie," offering her my smile. I stepped into the small elevator and watched Cassie move from around the high counter, across the lobby, to the plate of cookies for arriving guests. The way her hips swayed, her thick booty looked in her black pants, and the slight shift of her big boobs with every step gave me motivation to get to know this woman better.
I got to my room, tossed my bag on the floor, and turned on a hot shower. Standing under the water, soaking my muscles, my mind went to Cassie's big beautiful boobs. I wondered how they must look in her bras, how they must feel in my hands, wondering what her nipples looked like, tasted like. My thick cock started stirring, the images of Cassie running through my mind. I gripped my fat shaft, stroking softly as I thought about kissing her luscious lips and sucking on her big tits. I wanted to enjoy this further and decided to get out and stroke to some big busty porn. As I stepped out to grab a towel, I knocked the other towel into the toilet, frustrated at my clumsiness, I dropped the one I was holding on the shower floor. I was so frustrated and mad, that I started laughing at myself, wondering how bad could things get. I dried off with the 2 hand towels and slipped into my loose shorts to watch TV. I called downstairs to ask for fresh towels for the morning, and the voice on the other end caught me off guard, bringing a smile to my face again.
"Good Evening Rick, how can I help?" Cassie asked.
"Um, oh hello Cassie. I hate to admit this, but I dropped both my towels, is there anyone you could send a couple more up to my room, please?"
"Oh of course. I'll send those up to you right away. Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked with that friendly voice.
The things I wanted to tell her she could help with but instead, "That will do it. Thanks so much," and ended the call.
Shortly after there was a soft knock on the door, "Oh good, room service just in time," I thought as I fired up my laptop. I opened the door quickly, expecting to find a room service maid holding my towels, instead, it was Cassie holding my towels with a smile.
"Oh, um, hey Cassie. I was expecting room service," offering to take the towels from her.
"Oh no, we are too small for all that," she giggled. "We only have room service for checkouts in the morning. I'll hang them up for you if you'd like?" waiting for me to open the door for her to come in.
"Oh, yeah, right. Sure, that works," stepping aside to let her through. She gave me that big smile and moved past me to the bathroom. I had a perfect view of her ass move by, and her boobs looked even bigger up close. Forgetting I was only wearing loose shorts, no boxers, and no shirt, I wasn't paying attention to my thick cock stirring again as she put the towels on the small rack on the wall. "Thanks for bringing the towels up Cassie, it's much appreciated," starting more conversation with her.
"Of course! My pleasure!" and she turned to walk out of the bathroom.
"Do you get off work anytime soon? Maybe we could get a late dinner or drink?" admiring her deep but classy cleavage.
She blushed immediately like this was new to her. "Well, I get off at 11 PM, so maybe?" she offered.
"That works for me if you are," I said more excitedly than expected.
"Sure, sounds nice. But, um, you should probably put some pants on," looking down at my shorts, the outline of my fat cockhead clearly visible.
"Oh yeah, right!" laughing nervously. Realizing my cock is semi, trying not to focus on her huge boobs. "Sorry about that," casually lowered my hand to cover my hardness. "I am easily aroused by a beautiful curvy woman," winking at her with a smile.
"Oh, really?" she giggled, and we shared a casual laugh. "So it's the curves that do it for you huh? It's usually my boobs that get all the attention," as she glanced down at her chest, blushing.
"Well, if we're being honest it was your big brown eyes and stunning smile that caught my attention first," stepping closer to her. "I didn't notice your curves until later," looking into her curious eyes.
She moved to the side slightly, her eyes darting down to my crotch, and back into my eyes.
