December 24
I woke to my iPhone alarm. As usually happens, it took a moment for me to remember where I was. The hotel was quiet this early. When I called room service, they promised to rush coffee and Danish up as soon as possible. There was just enough time for me to shower and shave my crotch and legs.
When the doorbell rang, a young man in a hotel uniform was waiting. He was about 25 or so and was cute but not what I call handsome. He set up the coffee and pastries on the table and turned to me. He said, "My name is Alan. I heard from John that you give options instead of cash for tips. Is that right?"
I smiled and said that was true. "What option do you want?"
He replied, "You have beautiful feet, could I have a foot job with us both naked."
I grinned and said, "That sounds like fun. Can you take a photo of my feet wrapped around your erection? I'd like to keep it to remember you." He agreed and started to undress.
Since I was still in a dressing gown, I only needed to slip it off to show him my offering. We came together for a very nice kiss that aroused us. I reached down and began stroking his penis as we kissed. He was at full pressure in just a moment.
Alan lay on the bed with a pillow under his head. He asked me to get on my knees and show him my ass with my feet behind me rubbing his cock. He took my feet in hand, rubbed some Vaseline on and stroked his cock with my soles and toes surrounding it. His hands and cock were very warm as he slid my feet up and down his shaft. He stopped only long enough to snap a photo.
After a moment, I realized I might be able to rush the process along by spreading my cheeks to show him my asshole and gape my pussy. That worked.
His grunts and quicker pace of stroking with my feet told the story. He shot sperm all over my legs and pedicure. He must have been saving that load for a long time. It went everywhere.
He had brought extra linen napkins and we used one to clean up. Before he dressed, Alan said, "You have a beautiful pussy. Can I kiss it?"
I grinned and spread my legs. "Go to it," I said. He not only kissed it but licked it for a minute or longer. He was a nice guy and knew what made himself and me happy. When he walked out, he thanked me and wished me a Merry Christmas. After taking another shower, I called down for fresh towels.
The coffee was dark, rich but not bitter like most. The blueberry Danish and lemon scone were fantastic. Studying my phone, I saw a text message from my husband. He was checking to see how my trip with the girls was going. I just replied, "Great."