Night was falling over Seattle. The background sounds changed from the roar of rush hour, to the more gentle hum of the night life. A ferry passed in the bay, bound for points unknown. The colorful lights of Seattle began coming on as Mason parked in front of the hotel and got a room.
Night was falling over Seattle. The background sounds changed from the roar of rush hour, to the more gentle hum of the night life. A ferry passed in the bay, bound for points unknown. The colorful lights of Seattle began coming on as Mason parked in front of the hotel and got a room.
Mason dropped his suitcase on the stand near the door. The room was the same type of musty perfumed room he had been staying in for the past 40 years, with a few slight variations. He turned on the coffee pot and collected the packets of instant coffee and sugar. He kicked off his shoes and checked his face in the mirror. It looked like a road map. How many times had he seen that face? How many hotels and for how many years? It wasn't bad for a 70 year old man who had seen a lot of life. He turned and found dirty towels hanging on the holder. He frowned in annoyance and went out to call the desk.
"Maid service!" a voice came as a knock sounded. He went to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see a nicely built 50 year old woman. She was an aging beauty with small, firm breasts. Her low cut blouse and revealing cleavage took his entire attention until she cleared her throat.
"Oh, sorry," he said, coloring a bit in embarassment. Her breasts looked so small and perfect. He couldn't help but stare at them, they looked like the breasts of an 18 year old. Most women her age had breasts hanging down to their knees. At his age he shouldn't care. Yeah, right. His dick was hard most of the time because he had a hard time getting any. Few women his age worked, most were in old folks homes.
"I need new towels," he explained, nodding toward the bathroom.
"Sorry. We have a new girl. She was supposed to use the checklist to make sure nothing is missed. She'll learn," the woman said offhandedly as she restocked the towels, then checked the toilet and shower.
She started the gas fireplace. He looked at her firm, meaty thighs beneath her short skirt. Nice, real nice. She gave a huge yawn and smiled in apology.
"Long day?" he asked sympathetically as he poured the water and added the instant coffee.
"God yes," she gasped. "That smells wonderful."
"Would you like some? I have just enough coffee for two."
"Just a moment," she stepped out into the hallway. She came back with her hands full of coffee, cream, and sugar. She dumped it on the desk with a smile.
"Whoa," he said, visually counting the many packets.
"Keep them," she said, sitting by the table and kicking her feet up on the bed. She pushed her shoes off one at a time, with a moan of pleasure. Mason couldn't help but notice her shapely legs beneath the open knee length skirt. He felt his cock hardening again immediately. A red thong barely clung to a round little mound. She looked up and caught his glance. She smiled as she crossed her ankles on the bed.
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