M. Pelletils - The Memoirs of Mitzy, Volume 1

It was altogether an amazing sight, amazing and appalling to see a woman like she going through the antics of a young girl. But who am I to criticize her actions? After all, I'm doing the same sort of things and why shouldn't somebody else do the same things. Apart from different bodies, all of our passions are the same and I already felt the contempt I had sensed at first leave my body. If I had only dared to, I'm sure I would have joined her in a minute. But this didn't seem necessary, as you will find out for yourself. Seeing me standing at the door when she happened to look up, she was startled and with a cry of surprise she sat upright. Without saying anything, I hurried past the bed into the bathroom and started to clean it as if nothing had happened. For the first time I felt guilty about spying on other people. She was so pitiful! With her looks it must not have been easy to lure another person into her bed. Not long after I had gone to the bathroom she joined me there. She was fully dressed now and did look quite friendly.

“I hope you don't feel disgusted by the scene I offered you, my dear child,” she said in a beautiful, cultivated voice, “but you are probably well acquainted with the solitary pleasure of masturbating, considering your age, although it may have surprised you to find that women of my age also indulge in this sort of thing…”

“You don't do anybody any harm, having your pleasure, now did you, madam. As far as I'm concerned I didn't see anything. I'm not here to play judge over our guests… You paid for your room and can do as you please… That's my opinion for all that it is worth…”

“You're very wise for your age, my child. It's nice to hear some sense from the mouth of a young girl these days… Although I think your job here in the hotel has made you mature quicker than the average youngster.”

“You are very kind, madam, and I think you need not bother about me being indiscreet… After all, we are women, the two of us, and we know very well we occasionally need something to satisfy our passions, even if it is only our own finger…”

After this she was silent for some time, but my last remark had started her thinking; smiling as if we were sharing a secret, she went on.

“From your last remark I understand you also have your little pleasures. You are the right age for it… I can still remember how beautiful it was to masturbate when I was a lot younger… and actually, it still is beautiful… but in your case I'm sure not all of your pleasures are solitary… You are far too beautiful to masturbate by yourself all the time… I'm certain there are quite a few boys just dying to put their hands up your lovely little panties and play with your cunt… or maybe you have some girl friends, just as beautiful as you are yourself who do it for you… Yes, I can picture you together with your friends… frigging in front of each other or doing it to each other… beautiful girls with their little fingers up their slits… wanking away… spunking…”

Her imagination was surely getting to the old girl and without wanting to be really dishonest I decided to play along with her. I'm sure I was only doing her a favor by not mentioning my liking for a good hard prick as well as a dripping slit.

“I don't have any regular boy friends, madam,” I said, not really lying but just bending the truth a little bit. “My working hours are far too irregular for them and besides…” I let my voice trail away mysteriously.

And she immediately fell for this.

“What about the other room maids then? Some of them are real beauties, just like you… Don't tell me there isn't one among them you fancy… Obviously you girls must be getting a bit starved for sex in a place like this, if your hours are so irregular…”

If she only knew how starved I was for sex. But why tell her? She was enjoying herself in her role of motherly friend and I didn't want to spoil her fun by telling her all my adventures.

“Oh, I don't know about the other girls… I haven't worked here very long yet and I have not really become friendly with them… but you are right in one thing… some of them are beautiful… and I…” Once more I let my voice trail away and I think I even managed to look cunt-hungry.

The last bit wasn't too much of a problem for me, because when I mentioned the beautiful girls I was thinking about my friend Sue in particular. She was getting more and more interested and resting her hand on my shoulder, she started to speak again.

“My poor dear, you must be terribly lonely then. Just like me… Oh, I would give anything for a delightful little girl like you… to have you for my friend… It would be so nice to give each other some comfort… if you know what I mean…”

Did I know what she meant? Comfort, my foot. The old bird wanted to make love to me… She wanted to play with my pussy and have her gash played with as well… and frankly, I was not going to mind at all…

“But what am I talking about?” she said. “You may not want to be anything more than just friends. You may find me disgusting, and here I am making propositions to you. But I have said it… there is nothing I can do about it now… But it's proof I have been longing for the company of another female. Wanting to share her confidence… doing things with her… those delightful, dirty things… unspeakable but beautiful…”

“One can always speak about lovemaking, madam. No matter how dirty it may look to other people… anything you like is all right, as long as you are not offending other people…”

“You're such a wise child, my dear… Already I feel quite attached to you… and you're so delightfully young and I'm so old and ugly… there isn't left very much of my beauty… yet I was beautiful when I was a lot younger… but it is the sad fate with the women in our family… we fade very easily and then there isn't very much that's desirable left…”

“I don't think you are all that ugly, madam. In fact, I kind of like your breasts. In their own way they have a certain appeal.”

Patting my fanny, she smiled at me.

“Flatterer,” she said. “You know it's not true… I know I haven't much of a figure left… Nothing like your own perfect body… I wish I could undress you… I'm sure you are beautiful… Those clothes cover you so horribly… It's a shame beautiful young girls like you are not allowed to walk around naked… Couldn't you get undressed so I could marvel at your body?”

She was getting excited now and I wasn't feeling completely indifferent to the whole thing myself. I was longing for some sex and no matter how she looked, this dame was going to give me pleasure. Of that I was sure.

Slowly I started to unbutton my dress, and raising my arms I slipped it over my head. As a matter of interest and to be accurate in my story, I was wearing panties and a bra today, so when I had stepped out of my dress she still couldn't see all of me. And a good thing at that. It must have been rather peculiar to her if she would have found me entirely nude under my dress. She looked at me with plain lust in her eyes and she couldn't restrain herself from touching my bottom, lightly patting it, while her other hand touched my cunt in an almost hesitating way. Her hot looks roved over my body and came to rest on my tiny bikini panty, and she almost tried to look through the material. From the legs of the panties as well as from the waist of it, my curly cunt hairs peeped. Those panties were just a little too small to hold all of me.

“You are looking so terribly exciting, my dear,” she said, stepping up close to me and pressing her plump body against mine.

“Let's go to the bedroom and do this properly, shall we? I want to hold your lovely body in my arms for a long time and this bathroom is not exactly the right place for that… Oh, it's been so long since I had anybody like you with me… so terribly long. I don't want to hurry through things. I want to give you so much pleasure. Just as much as I'm getting from your lovely body… you're so small… so delightfully delicate… so wonderfully young…”