My job as a management consultant requires me to travel quite extensively – I am gone more than I am home. Which I don’t mind, as I love to travel, seeing new places, and meeting new people. But traveling so much doesn’t lend itself well to any kind of a social life or more importantly a relationship. It’s something I have come to accept over the years, although there are times when I question the path I have chosen and whether it’s all worth it. Oh well, if the job was perfect, they wouldn’t call it work, would they!

I’ve been traveling like this for about eight years now and I’ve been all over the country and also to a few places overseas. I’ve also become quite good at selecting where I stay when I’m traveling – you could say I am a hotel room connoisseur! I seem to be able to look at the listings and choose the room that will best suit my needs even though the listings are typically vague or, at times, just plain bullshit!

On this latest trip, I was staying at this unremarkable little off-brand hotel set a few streets away from the regular tourist attractions and sights. I was in Miami on business, not pleasure. And I needed a place where it was quiet so I could concentrate on my work. Additionally, the company that hired me chose to have me come down in March – prime “Spring Break” time for this area, which was another reason I chose this hotel. Hotels in Miami at this time of year are at a premium, and if I could save some money by staying in a smaller no-name hotel away from the “action”, that suited me fine.

As a management consultant, my job was to take a company or business having financial difficulties and show them ways to streamline their operations and work more efficiently saving them money by “trimming the fat” – getting rid of redundant or unnecessary operations the procedures. A lot of people look at me as a company ax-man and it is true that some people who do these unnecessary jobs might have to be reassigned or even let go, but by showing them where they can work smarter, I save the company from complete financial collapse.

With my last two “assignments” being companies up north, I wasn’t really climatized to the hot, humid Miami weather. On the day I arrived, it was 85 degrees with about 80% humidity. I couldn’t wait to get to my hotel room and take off my suit coat and get the air conditioner going! Unfortunately, when I got to the hotel room and was checking in, I was informed that, because the hotel was so small and low-budget, the rooms didn’t have air conditioning “but they do have nice big windows!” the desk clerk told me.

Well, what is a trip if it didn’t have a wrinkle or two! I knew that every place else in town was booked to the rafters and I was lucky I wasn’t setting up house in the airport itself, so I went on up to my room. The room was decent I will give it that and as the desk clerk said it did have nice big windows which I opened. However, it didn’t help a whole lot since the hot humid weather I was trying to escape just came indoors!

I have a regular routine whenever I first get a hotel room. The first thing I do is get the temperature set where I want it. If it’s too hot I turn on the air conditioner (in this case I opened the window). If it’s too cold I turn on the heater. Once the temperature is right, I strip the bed of the comforter. I also pick up some alcohol wipes on my way to the hotel room and I wipe down the TV remote, all the door handles, and the telephone. It’s not that I’m a germophobe, but those things are notorious for getting people sick and if I am sick I can’t perform my best. I also like to sleep with several pillows and so I called down to the front desk (after I wiped down the phone) and asked for a couple of extra pillows.

With my routine taken care of, I decided to lay down and try to get comfortable. I was still too warm so I took off my trousers and laid on top of the sheets to try to get used to Miami weather. I bring along my iPod loaded with my favorite music so I put my earbuds in and began listening to my music and relaxing after the long flight.

I guess I must have gotten a little too relaxed because I fell asleep.

Suddenly I felt a pair of soft lips wrap around my cock, sucking me into its warm, wet mouth.

My eyes snapped open, and I sat up with a start. “WHAT THE HELL?” I looked down and saw a young and very attractive hotel maid, kneeling between my legs. She popped me out of her mouth just long enough to explain.

“I brought your pillows and knocked but no one answered. So I came in to put them on the bed. I saw you laying there with ... well, I just thought I would help you feel a little more ... comfortable, Sir. I hope you don’t mind.

How could I possibly mind? I mean being awakened with a blow job is never a bad thing, especially it is unexpected and given by such a beautiful and willing attendant.

“My name is Stacy,” she said with a smile. Stacy was a real beauty. About 25 years old, she had soft, brown hair that cascaded down to her shoulders to about the middle of her back, and she had the most beautiful face I had seen in a long time, with soft hazel eyes, and a warm welcoming smile and full moist lips that just ask to be kissed. Her skin was soft and lightly tanned but lacked any tan lines, her breasts were large and rounded, and her legs long.

Her uniform seemed to be a little tight on her, almost as if it were a size too small, but that only made it cling to her curvy hourglass figure, showing her off and accentuating her magnificent bust.

I have had fantasies from time to time in my travels, of one day getting a chance to have one of these delightful and hard-working young maids and show my deep appreciation for all they do to make my stay as comfortable as possible.

And now those moist lips were wrapped around my cock, that mouth sliding up and down my eight inches of rigid flesh.

My dream had become reality, thanks to Stacy’s initiative and eagerness to please. And this was no fantasy.

After I overcame my shock at feeling her on me, I relaxed. “No, I don’t mind. By all means, please continue,” I said.

Then Stacy sat up. “Just a moment,” she said and got up, going to the door. She pulled her housekeeping cart into the entry of my room.

“We don’t want anyone to see the cart outside your room and wonder what we’re up to, now do we?” she said with a mischievous grin. Then she reached into one of the pouches in her cart and pulled out a condom.

“You certainly come prepared don’t you?” I said.

“Well, Sir, you are not the first guest that has dreamed about having one of us housekeepers. It’s a common fantasy and we all understand that.”

“Oh? And how many guests have you entertained, Stacy?” I asked.

“Only three or four. I haven’t been doing this as long as some of the other girls. And I’m pretty selective. I’ve been asked a few times, but I only go with guys I like.”

“Well, I will do my best to make sure you have made a good choice then!” I said.

“Sir, I’ve been horny all day. I was supposed to go out tonight but my boyfriend had to go out of town for a couple of days. He works for a moving company. And I got called in to work. But I could sure use a good fucking. Think you can help me out?”

I nodded dumbly, it was all I could think of to do at the moment.

“Good.” She peeled off her maid’s dress, an off the shoulder white and blue gingham number with a white bust area, white apron front, and short puffy sleeves. Under her dress, she wore a turquoise bra with a sexy black lace upper section. She also wore her white tights and her clear uniform heels with the cute blue bow on them. But my eyes were primarily focused on her tits. God this woman had tits to die for!

I sat there with my mouth hanging open as she unfastened her front hook bra and set her girls free. “You like them?” she asked. I was so transfixed by these wonders of womanhood that I just stared at them, not even bothering to respond to her question.

At that point, she crawled up on the bed, straddled my lap, and shoved her 32E sized tits in my face. I immediately went to town on the massive mammaries, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking and chewing on the hard nub for a few moments before moving to the other nipple to give it a turn as well.