Two years ago I had to go to DC for a meeting. I was a little bummed as my travel day was my birthday but then, what choice did I have? So, I checked in at the hotel and then went up to my room to get settled. I was unpacking when there was a knock at the door.
A hotel maintenance man smiled at me when I opened the door and flashed his hotel ID and introduced himself as "Stan." He held a clipboard and told me that my room was on the list of potential Heating/AC problems and asked if he could come in and check it. I let him into the room thinking "now there's a ruggedly handsome guy."
And he was very handsome. He had one of those classic faces with a dimple in his chin and his broad shoulders emphasized his narrow waist. I also couldn't help but notice (maybe even stare a bit) at his piercing blue eyes as he entered my room.
His big hands gripped the clipboard and a small bag of tools. As he set to work he apologized for bothering me. I laughed and told him I was happy to see that the hotel was pro-active instead of waiting for problems to build up.
Stan began his investigation and, as he worked, I decided to see if I could get a dinner reservation at my favorite DC restaurant. I made the call and was delighted to find out that they could accommodate me at 8pm. I told the person at the restaurant that, although I would be dining alone, I was celebrating my birthday in the hopes that at least I would get a candle in my dessert to commemorate the occasion.
When I finished the call Stan looked up from his work and said: "Did I hear you say that it's your birthday?" I replied that indeed it was but I was unfortunately in town on business and not fun. He stood up, looked at me with a bit of a frown and said: "Now, that's too bad. A birthday should be memorable. Well, I need to get a part and come back later today. In the meantime 'Happy Birthday'." I thanked him as I watched his beautiful butt disappear down the hallway.
Once I was unpacked, I undressed and hopped into the shower. A hot shower always feels great after a plane trip. As I was drying off there was a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and saw that it was Stan.
I was about to grab the robe on the back of the bathroom door but I decided to allow a bit of my exhibitionist side to come through. So, I grabbed a pair of my white Fruit-of-the-Loom briefs, slipped them on and opened the door.
Stan looked at me (head to toe) and began to apologize for interrupting me but I told him it was fine and let him into the room. He went over to the wall to finish his work and I finished drying my hair. I then grabbed a comb and stood in front of the full length mirror combing my hair.
When I finished I walked over to where he was and asked if he was going to be able to fix it. He replied that it would be done shortly. As he finished speaking I noticed his eyes drift down to my briefs (and my crotch). He looked at me with a big grin and said: "Now I thought that I was the only one who wore white briefs like that. By the way, you look good in them."
I blushed but was also a bit excited to know that he had noticed me. I returned to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I was there I heard the door to my room open and close. Thinking that Stan had left I looked out of the bathroom only to see Stan standing there. He told me that his work was done and asked if he might be able to wash his hands. I finished and let him in to wash.
He returned to the room and, as he began to roll up the sleeves of his work shirt, said: "Now then, before I go I thought I would help you celebrate your birthday in a traditional way." I said: "Traditional?"
He smiled and walked toward the king-sized bed. "Come over here." he said as he motioned with his hand. Mystified, I walked over to where he was standing. He put a hand on my bare shoulder and said: "OK, time for your birthday spanking".
