Nick Eastwood: Hot hotel maid

Misty Marsh was just falling asleep when the racket started. The people next door seemed to be laughing, running around, and jumping on the bed. The hotel walls were so thin, she couldn't help but overhearing them. The noise made it impossible for her to sleep.

"Oh, darn!" Misty sighed, using the naughtiest word in her vocabulary.

The noise was getting louder now. Misty wondered what on earth the people were doing. She blinked, getting used to the dim light, and that was when she saw the little hole in the wall. Bright light was shining through from the next room.

Misty could kneel on her bed and look right through the hole. Who knew what the hole was for, maybe some long-ago electrical connection, but it gave her a perfect view of the next room and the guests who were staying there.

Misty recognized them now, newlyweds who'd arrived at the hotel that afternoon. The man was tall and handsome, a real hunk, and his bride was a slim brunette. He was chasing her around the room, making her laugh and squeal.

"Come on, Amy," he chuckled. "You're all mine now. As my wife, you have to do what I want."

"No way, Ron," Amy grinned. "I didn't promise to obey. It wasn't in the ceremony."

Ron rushed at her, and she jumped up on the bed, making the springs creak. He lunged at her, and she jumped off laughing. They were making an awful lot of noise, and Misty knew she wouldn't be able to sleep till they'd run out of steam.

She'd get something out of it, though. At least she could watch them. She knew it wasn't nice of her to spy on them, but then it wasn't nice of them to keep her awake, either. She figured it was a fair exchange.

Now Ron was chasing Amy around the room again, and he finally managed to trap her in a corner. He grabbed her and pulled her close for a kiss. Amy struggled for a second, then went limp, moaning softly as he slid his tongue into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm!" she sighed.

Pretty soon she snaked her anus around his neck and began rubbing her crotch against his. He cupped her nice little ass and squeezed it. They seemed to kiss forever. Misty watched them with great interest. She might just learn something tonight.

Little blonde Misty was just out of high school, and she'd been very strictly raised in a conservative small town. Now she was working her first job, making money for college by working as a maid in this big resort hotel.

Secretly she'd been hoping to learn how sophisticated city people lived. She knew so little about anything, especially sex. Her mother had refused to discuss the facts of life with her, and she was burning with curiosity. Well, it looked like some of her questions might be answered tonight.

Ron and Amy finally came up for air, both of them flushed and breathing hard.

"There," Ron said, "isn't it more fun to obey me?"

Amy looked suddenly timid.

"Yes, it's fun, honey," she said, "but I have to admit I'm nervous. I don't know if I'm ready for this."

"Ready for what?" Ron smiled. "Marriage?"

"No, I mean for going all the way," Amy replied. "I know that sounds silly."

"Not at all, honey," Ron said. "We'll just take it slow and easy. I know how to relax you."

He scooped her up in his arms and carded her to the bed. Now they were only a few feet from the wall, and Misty had an even closer view of them. Her heart was pounding. She prayed they wouldn't turn off the light before things got started. Very gently Ron removed his bride's clothes. Amy was blushing, but she didn't resist. She must have decided to go through with it, no matter how nervous she felt. Like Ron had said, it was her duty as his wife.

Amy had a beautiful body, slender yet curvy. Her tits were apple-size and high-riding, and they stood up firmly even as she lay on her back. Her bush was small and dark and triangular. Ron ogled her young body, his eyes hot with desire.

But true to his word, he didn't rush her. He let her lie there naked while he took off his clothes. Misty got really excited about that. She'd never seen a naked man before. She could hardly wait for him to take off his shorts.

Of course she knew that men and women are built differently. She'd managed to pick up a few facts from her school friends. But she'd never seen a cock, and she was dying to know what size and shape it was. She watched breathlessly as Ron skinned out of his shorts.

"Oh, my gosh!" she breathed.

Then she clapped a hand over her mouth. There wasn't much chance of the young couple hearing her, but she had to be careful. She stared wide-eyed at Ron's stiff prick. It was a whole lot bigger than she'd imagined.

In fact she couldn't understand how a woman could take such a huge thing into her body. Ron's cock was a good eight inches long and as thick as a girl's wrist. It was so engorged it lay flat up against his belly, and it bulged with big blue veins.

Misty knew about fucking. She knew the man had to put his cock into the woman's cunt to make a baby. But she didn't see how that monstrous thing was going to fit into Amy's tiny pussy. She glanced at Amy to see how she was reacting. Amy looked terrified.

"My God, it's huge!" she exclaimed.

"Silly, you already knew how big it is," Ron grinned.

"Yeah, but I only felt it," Amy said. "I didn't see it."

Ron chuckled and then said, "Wasn't that romantic, groping around in my car?"

"Oh, for sure," Amy sighed. "And you trying to get into my pants all the time. Well, you had to marry me to get what you wanted, didn't you?"

"I haven't gotten it yet," Ron leered.

He started to reach for her, but she drew back and said, "Easy. You promised you'd relax me first."

"Right, I will," Ron said.

He slid a hand between her thighs and did something that made her squeal. Misty wished she could see what he was doing. Amy seemed to like it, because she didn't draw away or tell him to stop. She just lay there breathing hard while he played with her pussy.

"Mmmmmm, I like that!" she gurgled.

"I can make it even better," Ron said. "Open your legs wider."

She did, and now Misty could see everything. She had a brief glimpse of Amy's lovely pink slit and its fine fringe of dark curls. Then Ron's hand got in the way. He slid a stiff finger over the tender flesh, sawing back and forth between the plump folds. Amy moaned and writhed.

"Oh, yeah, I love that!" she sighed.

Misty wondered how it would feel. Her mother had been very stem about such things. She'd warned Misty never to touch herself down there. Even when she bathed, she had to soap her pussy with a washcloth, not with her fingers.

Well, it would be easy to find out. She reached up under her nightgown and slid her middle finger between her thighs. She rubbed it back and forth over her cunt, just like Ron was doing to Amy. It felt very nice, very exciting.

Of course her mother would have a fit if she knew, but Misty was on her own now. She was earning her own money and paying her way to college. She could do whatever she wanted, and she decided she wanted to play with herself.

Breathlessly she copied everything Ron did to Amy. She matched his slow sensuous rhythm as he worked his thick middle finger over his wife's slick pink cunt. She could see pearly juice leaking from Amy's little fur-fringed cunt mouth and soaking Ron's sliding finger.

Soon she was creaming just like Amy. Her pussy felt all hot and wet and swollen, and even her lightest touch gave her a steady buzz of pleasure. She wondered why her mother had been so against something that felt so good.

Her mother had been against everything that had to do with sex. Misty had gotten the impression that Mom never wanted her to go out with men or get married. That figured. Mom had been a man-hater ever since Daddy walked out on them, years ago.