Chapter 1: Monday

When I got to the Cancun airport, I was exhausted. I had planned to be back from the German convention in time to rest at my place on Park Avenue before I came here. Instead, the trip had gone over, and I had to fly directly from Bonn. I can never sleep on planes and the meal was sitting like a stone in my stomach. I was tired and felt filthy.

The last thing I needed to hear, as I came off the plane, was an intercom blaring out my name. “Mr. Robert deFrame, please come to the white courtesy phone. Mr. Robert deFrame, please come to the white courtesy phone.” I looked around and found a ticket agent. He pointed me towards a desk with a white phone on it. I trudged over.

As I picked up the receiver, a cool, feminine hand reached over and pushed it down again. I turned and faced a beautiful blonde. “Mr. deFrame?” I nodded. “Hello. I’m Janice. Mr. Wilkerson asked me to come into town and pick you up. Why don’t you follow me? Could I have your baggage stubs?” I fumbled the stubs over and she walked towards a large sign saying LUGGAGE.

This girl was gorgeous, a knockout. She was average height, very curvy, great legs. I studied the figure eight movement of her rear as she marched through the airport. I noticed more than a few of the other men in the airport were watching also. She was wearing a muted gray suit consisting of a stylishly short, tight gray skirt and a matching tight suit jacket. Her stockings or hose were gray, as were her high heels, which clicked delightfully across the linoleum. Topping it all off, was a small gray chauffeur’s type cap.

When we got to the baggage claim area, she handed the stubs to a porter, and pointed him towards the parking area, with a few quiet words I couldn’t catch. Then she led the way through the automatic doors to a large limousine. She opened the rear door to let me in. “As soon as your luggage comes out, we can go,” she said smiling. Then she popped the trunk. Maybe she was a chauffeur, after all. There was no driver that I could see.

Five minutes later, the porter loaded my luggage in the trunk and Janice settled in behind the wheel. “We’ll be there in about forty-five minutes,” she said, “Why don’t you just rest and watch the scenery. It’s simply lovely this time of year.”

I suppose it was, but I really didn’t notice. I was too tired to care, but every time I was about to fall asleep, the limo jolted over a bump or dip. And besides, I was intensely curious about any operation with beautiful blondes as drivers. It didn’t seem all that long before we pulled into a long driveway leading to a resort-like building entrance. Janice got out and opened my door for me.

“Just go inside to the front desk. I’ll arrange for your bags to be taken to your suite, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” she said. Smiling, she added “I hope to see you soon. Have fun.”

“I hope so, too,” I responded, and I did hope so; she really was lovely.

I entered the lobby and walked up to a large marble counter to the side. Behind the counter, several young ladies were doing various secretarial type things, but one promptly came over to me. “Mr. deFrame? So good of you to join us. My name is Delia. I’m going to escort you through the welcoming process.” Perhaps pretty wasn’t strong enough. Delia was a short, petite brunette, in a light-yellow suit similar to Janice’s, albeit without the cap. “Why don’t you just follow me? We’ll have your luggage in your room by the time you get there.”

It was a pleasure following Delia down the hallway. She wiggled and moved wonderfully. And she made up for her lack of altitude with very high spike heels. In fact, by now I had seen a number of really good-looking young women around, and they all wore high heels. I was surprised when she led me into a doctor’s office rather than my room.

“Your first step is a fast checkup. Then you can go up to your suite and rest, or change, or whatever.”

“A physical?” I asked, confused.

“Very routine,” said a baritone voice behind me. I turned to face a young man in a white lab coat, with a stethoscope in his coat pocket. “I’m Doctor Henson,” he said, gently taking my arm and steering me into an examination room. “You know, blood pressure, listen to your heart, a few standard tests. I just want to check out the report you furnished us,” Henson said, referring to a long medical report my regular sawbones had forwarded to them. He closed the door behind him.

“Now, just take off your shirt, and Jenny will be in momentarily to check you out. Then I’ll be right back.” He smiled and left through a side door.

So, I took off my jacket and shirt. Then, not knowing what to do, I hopped up on the exam table. Immediately thereafter, I heard the side door open again, so I hopped down. It figures.

“No, please, hop right back up there, Mr. deFrame,” said a light contralto voice. I turned to see a young lady, barely nineteen, in a crisply starched white uniform come in. A name tag perched above a large breast, one of a pair of large breasts, told me this was Jenny. Not your average nurse’s knockers, I thought. Or whites. Short, with a zipper that went from collar to hem, and I can’t recall the last time I saw a nurse in white high heels. I hopped back up.

For all her looks, Jenny gave me a thorough and professional checkout. Temperature, weight, blood pressure, even taking a couple of vials of blood. If she noticed me staring at her cleavage while she worked, she didn’t say anything, but she seemed to position herself so that it was easy for me to do. Then she smiled, stepped back, and excused herself.

I sat there about fifteen minutes before she came back, this time with the quack. He popped the stethoscope into his ears and tapped and listened to my chest for a few minutes. Then he looked at me.

“Your blood pressure is a bit high, Mr. deFrame. Taking your medication?” he asked, referring to the pills I take. I assume he knew from my own doctor’s report.

“Always.”

He thought for a second, and said “Well, let’s assume the trip raised it a bit. It’ll probably drop by tomorrow, but I want you to come down here in the morning for a recheck.” Henson turned towards the girl. “Now, Jenny, if it’s normal tomorrow, we’ll just forget about it. Otherwise, I want to know. Okay?”

Jenny said “Yes, doctor.”

Turning back to me, he also asked “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Well then, you might as well get dressed and you can leave here and have some fun. I hope we don’t see you after tomorrow,” he said with a laugh.

I laughed, too, and after they left, put my shirt and jacket back on. The tie I stuffed in my pocket. As I came out of the exam room, Delia rose from the chair she was sitting in and came over. Really great legs. “Now,” she asked “the nickel tour? Or would you like to go up to your room and rest or freshen up?”

“Miss, right now I just want a bath and a nap! We can tour later.”

“No problem. Follow me. Here’s your key.”

We walked together back to the lobby, and from there took an elevator to the third floor. Despite my declination of a tour, Delia kept up a running commentary on the areas we were passing through and by. The building was modern and low slung, with two main wings, and a number of open spaces and atriums, as well as a considerable number of more secluded nooks. This was the main residential area for guests, or ‘patrons’ as we were called. In addition to the main reception desk and the doctor’s clinic, the west wing also included the restaurant and a nightclub. The first floor of the south wing had pro shops for the golf course and tennis courts, and a few other things. The suites were all in the top four floors of this wing, which was the larger of the two.

When we got to the third floor we stepped out into a wide hallway. Another pretty young girl sat behind a secretarial desk. What an embarrassment of riches! Delia led me forward. The secretary’s nametag said Debra. Debra was a tall, slim, lithe young lady, with long, dark blonde hair.

“Debra, this is Mr. deFrame. He’ll be staying in 307.”

Debra rose and curtsied (How rare these days!) “Good morning, Mr. deFrame. I hope you enjoy your stay.” Turning back to Delia, she continued, “Mr. deFrame’s luggage came up a few minutes ago. I’ve sent Jeanine down to help get Mr. deFrame settled in.”

“Excellent,” replied Delia. She turned back to me and led me down the hallway. “Each floor has one of the students assigned as concierges at all times.”

“Always? Even at two in the morning?”

“One never knows when the sudden urge for something will come up.”

I was impressed. Such service was generally reserved for only the finest hotels.

We walked a short way down the hallway to an ornate door marked ‘307’. Taking the key from my hand, she unlocked the door and ushered me in. Again, very impressive. I walked into a large living room, with several couches and armchairs, a wet bar, wide screen TV, even a fireplace, although, what I’d do with a fireplace in the Yucatan, I have no idea. To one side was a small dining room/ kitchenette; to the other, French doors led to a very large bedroom. I could see a king-size four-poster bed through the open doors. A third doorway led to what was obviously a bathroom which, I could tell by the layout, also opened onto the bedroom. A final set of French doors opened onto a large, private, patio. All in all, very plush and well appointed.

Also, very plush and well-appointed, was the blonde quietly standing to one side, next to my neatly stacked bags. Delia motioned the girl over and introduced us. “Mr. deFrame, this is Jeanine. Jeanine is your room steward, and will be taking care of laundry, bedding, cleaning, and such. If you have any problems, or wish to make a change, just let the concierge know, and we’ll be happy to accommodate you.”

I looked at Jeanine. She was wearing the classic “French Maid” outfit, a short black dress with built in white apron, short puffy sleeves, very low-cut bodice, rather short hemline, black fishnet stockings or pantyhose, black high heels. The bodice was really cut low, showing an amazing amount of cleavage. This girl couldn’t drown with cement blocks tied to her feet. Her nametag was perched almost off to the side. She had her hair cut short in a pageboy style.

I looked back at Delia. “I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”

“Excellent,” she said to me. Again, turning to the maid, she continued “Mr. deFrame has indicated he’d like to rest and freshen up before he ventures onto the grounds.”

“Of course,” replied Jeanine. “I delayed unpacking your bags, sir, until you arrived,” she said to me.

“I’ll be leaving now, Mr. deFrame. Oh, one last item. You have an appointment scheduled for Wednesday morning with Mr. Wilkerson. I’m afraid he can’t see you till then. If there’s a problem or conflict, just let the concierge know and we can reschedule. Good day.”

My guide left and closed the door behind us. I turned back to Jeanine.

“Will you be resting first, then freshening up, or the other way around, sir?”

“Right now, all I want is a long, hot shower and a nap.”

“Very good, sir. The bath is right through here. I’ll unpack for you. Any special instructions?” The last question sounded intriguing. No, I better not. I still didn’t know quite what to expect.

“No. Unpacking will be fine.”

“Yes, sir.”

I walked into the bath and closed the door. As I expected, a second door opened into the bedroom. I closed this door as well. The bathroom was huge. Two marble sinks, a matching whirlpool bathtub, a shower for three, Italian tile, toilet, and bidet. Not that I needed a bidet. Which made me wonder, who would be needing one, here? An interesting question. But no matter, I stripped down and hung my clothes on a hook and turned on the water. Within seconds I was under a stinging, hot, shower. I luxuriated in the water for a seeming age and felt the miles of travel wash away with my grime.

To my surprise, when I stepped out, my clothes had disappeared, to be replaced by a long, plush velour robe. Jeanine was being quite efficient. Still drying my hair, I opened the bedroom door and walked in.

Jeanine was still there, putting my luggage in the bottom of a closet. She looked up and said “I’ve unpacked everything, sir. Your clothes are in the dresser and the closet. I noticed some dirty clothing and separated it. I’ll see that it’s either dry-cleaned or cleaned and pressed. You’ll have it back by tomorrow morning.”

“Well, thank you. That’s very efficient, indeed.”

“Thank you, sir. Feeling better now?”

“Yes, quite. But I still want that nap.”

“Of course. I’ve turned down the bed for you.” And she had, too. I stood there like an idiot for a moment, not knowing what to do. Ask her to leave? Tip her? Was she going to stay and tuck me in?

Jeanine seemed to understand my confusion. She came over from the closet and took my elbow. “Now, why don’t you just come over here,” she said, leading me to the edge of the bed. “Just sit down here.” I sat on the edge, where it was turned down. “I think I can help you relax.”

And then, as I sat there and dumbly looked up at her, she reached behind her back. In seconds, she had unzipped her maid’s uniform. It fell away from her front and slid to the floor. Deftly, she kicked it off to one side.

Wow! Just WOW! All she had on under the uniform was fishnet stockings, thigh high, right up to the tops of her thighs. And her high heels. Her tits were huge, with small, pale nipples. Her waist was narrow, with a very pleasant curve to it. A deep navel. She was a natural blonde, with faint, very curly pubic hair, wide hips, and pleasantly thick thighs, but not lumpy or ugly, tapering down to very tiny feet.

I was awestruck. Almost immediately after stripping, she knelt at my feet and placed her hands on my knees. Effortlessly she spread them apart and moved between them. Reaching up, she untied my robe and spread it apart. My cock sprang out of the opening. I hadn’t been this hard in ages. Without a skipped beat, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the head.

The sensation was pure heaven. I could have died a happy man at that instant. Lord knows she could have sucked me to death if she had tried, and Lord, could she suck! Not content with simply sucking the tip, she continued lowering her mouth onto my organ. She only stopped when it was completely engulfed, with my pubic hairs tickling her nose and chin. Her tongue was swirling on all sides, bottom and top. Her cheeks were puffing in and out. The action was like an erotic vacuum cleaner. Ger teeth never touched me, not a single nip.

I looked down on her actions. Her head was bobbing up and down furiously on my root. Her long fingernails were gently scratching and rubbing my balls. Oh, that felt good! I hadn’t been laid in weeks, and they were just filled with cum. Below, I could see those huge tits bouncing up and down, and side to side. I think that’s what did it for me. With a mighty groan, I cried “I’m cumming!”

Amazingly, this only spurred Jeanine on. The vacuum cleaner went into overdrive, and she sucked everything I could give her. Her head stopped bobbing near the top of the stroke, with just my cockhead between her lips. One hand gently squeezed my nuts, while the other furiously pumped my shaft. She was pumping me dry, and I gladly accommodated the demand. I don’t think any of my cum landed in her mouth, it just went straight down her throat, I was spewing so hard.

Finally, the well ran dry. I collapsed backwards onto the bed, my legs and balls still hanging over the edge. Jeanine stood up again, and I weakly dragged myself back from the precipice. Laying atop the turned down bedclothes, I sprawled in the center of the bed.

But Jeanine wasn’t down, yet. Walking to the foot of the bed, she crawled onto the bed and buried her face in my crotch again. Maybe she really was going to try to suck me to death. Although I thought I was done for, my partner in crime came to life again. As she sucked on my flaccid cock, I looked down, and could see it stiffening again, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. But she didn’t plan to suck me dry again.

As soon as I was erect, Jeanine pulled her mouth off me and pulled her legs up beneath her. Moving quickly and surely, she promptly straddled my waist. Both hands had never left my cock during this movement. Now they positioned my dick between her legs, and she sank down onto it, impaling herself.

If the blowjob was good, this was great. My back arched as I thrust up to meet her descent. But the urgency of before was gone. Although my hips kept bucking upward with the pleasure, my orgasm could be delayed for a while.

This suited Jeanine just fine. Her hands were still at our now joined crotches. Now, in addition to rubbing the length of my shaft, they also were furiously working her clitoris. She had stretched her pussy lips, and her clit, small and blood engorged, seemed to throb from the attention. I reached up and cupped her breasts. My thumbs and forefingers whirled around the nipples, pinching and pulling. She had small nipples, but they were pleasantly warm and hard. This had an electrifying effect on her. Her breath became ragged and coarse, and sweat began rolling down her chest. Her tits became delightfully slick, and beads of sweat dripped down onto my chest.

I kept up this action, and her pelvis, previously moving slowly atop mine, began bouncing faster and faster. Her hands were in a blur on her clit and my cock. I could feel myself approaching the edge again, but this only made me increase my tit action. Finally, with a ragged shriek, Jeanine collapsed onto my chest. Both hands snaked down between us, and she squeezed my balls, one in each hand. That did it. I exploded upwards into her. She lay on top of me until I fell asleep, my limp cock still inside her.

I awoke in the same position as I had gone to sleep in, sprawled across the bed. Jeanine had left. Maybe she had to tuck somebody else in. Before going, she did cover me with the robe I was still wearing. I was still atop the turned down sheets.

What the hell, what did I expect, anyway? Literally. I had no idea what to expect. I got up.

Another shower and I felt fairly fresh and clean again. I wandered back into the bedroom and opened the closet and was surprised by what I found. The closet was a large wall closet. Behind the bifold doors on one side were my clothes, on the other side were a large collection of ladies garments. Nighties, negligees, gowns, robes, teddies, the whole nine yards! I looked through them. They were all quite sheer and seductive. I guess they allowed the girls a chance to change without returning to wherever they returned to.

I grabbed a pair of slacks, a shirt, and a sport coat, and threw them on the bed. Walking to the large dresser, I opened it to look for some shorts and socks. No shorts. Curious, I turned back to the closet and popped open my suitcases. There they were. I guess Jeanine figured I wouldn’t be needing them. Maybe I wouldn’t. Fuck it, I closed the suitcases and tossed them back in the closet.