Erika called to the front desk again, she really wanted her favorite dress for that night out, and it was supposed to have been finished by now. The hotel, a first-class place, had a dry cleaning service and she thought it a good idea.
Unfortunately earlier that day her friend and travelling companion Maggie had spilled something on it while she was holding it and now it wasn't ready. Erika liked that dress best as it really hit her curves right, went with her favorite shoes, and made her just feel hot.
So there she stood, in her bra and panties, hose and heels finishing her make-up and hair and holding the phone. "Yes" the concierge said, "I have someone running to get it now, I will have it ready and to you within a half-hour or so." "Shit," thought Erika, that will make me late, "ok, whatever, but sooner is better, thanks."
Having called Maggie to tell her to go ahead to the bar and that she would catch up, Erika returned to her make-up and moving through her second cosmopolitan. Man she liked those, and these were really strong and good. She could feel the flush of the alcohol.
She had the music up loud, and was singing along, lost in the moment. Wondering about how her ass looked, she turned at the waist and was facing away from the large mirror in the bathroom, her ass fully reflected in the glass. All that working out, she thought to herself, was starting to pay-off.
It was at that moment she realized someone was standing there, and looked up. To her great surprise there stood the young, black bell-hop, standing several feet away, with the dry-cleaning bag in his hand, a shocked look on his face.
"Uhhh...your dress..." was all he could manage. She quickly realized that he had probably knocked, but she hadn't heard, so he came in to leave the dress -- she had insisted she wanted it - and then ran into her, so to speak.
After a brief moment, Erika recovered, and then she noticed something that all but took her breath away. The site of her almost nude had clearly turned this young man on because she could not but help notice a spectacular bulge in his uniform trousers, which were lose fitting to start with.
Wow, she thought, he must be absolutely huge; and what would that look like? What would a cock like that feel like? All this passed through her head in a second, but the young man, recovering, turned quickly to leave, looking for a place to hang the dry-cleaning on his way out.
"Wait," said Erika, in a tone that hinted of a command, "let me give you something for the trouble."
He halted, then turned. So she rather brazenly went over to her purse as he stood there, still clearly all but frozen from the situation, and looked for some cash. To her chagrin all she had were 20s and a couple of 50s. That seems too much, she thought.
