I did cleaning at the hotel.

I work in administration at a well-known chain hotel. In March 2017, I was temporarily seconded by the company to a newly opened hotel in the provincial capital as a consultant for half a month. Since I had nowhere else to stay, I lived in the hotel.

That afternoon, I went to the hotel to check in with the staff, explained some necessary precautions, and then went back to my room early. I checked in around 5 pm. The newly opened hotel had excellent facilities, but I felt the floor was a bit dirty, so I called the front desk to arrange for a housekeeper to mop the floor, and also to bring a bottle of water and an extra pair of disposable slippers (for changing after showering). Five minutes later, a slender, petite housekeeper came in. I didn't remember seeing her during roll call; she looked to be around 34 or 35, with a rather ordinary appearance, thin, and a few wrinkles around her eyes, but with large eyes. I had just finished showering and was wearing a towel when she came in. She saw me, lowered her head shyly, and started mopping the floor from the windowsill. It was quite a coincidence, really. I had just finished showering, my little brother was standing at attention, and I was burning with desire. Seeing her bent over, her back to me, mopping the floor, I instantly felt aroused. (At this point, I wasn't a novice anymore). So, I made small talk and followed behind her, casually touching her buttocks with my penis. At first, she shyly pulled away, but her face was already flushed. She changed direction and continued mopping. I must say, I was incredibly bold at that moment. Seeing that she didn't seem to resist much, I went up and took her hand, saying, "Take a break, let's chat." She pulled away and continued working. I was instantly overcome with lust, hugged her from behind, and pressed my penis tightly against her buttocks. She was flustered and tried to pull away, but I held on tightly. After struggling for a while, she said, "I'm at work right now. Wait for me to come after I get off work." I shook my head, "That's impossible. If I let you go now, you definitely won't come." She said, "No, wait for me. I'll get off work in an hour, and I'll come find you after I finish." I said, "You don't go home after work at the hotel? Won't your colleagues say anything?" She said no, and that she changed her clothes and came up the stairs. As we talked, I didn't dare press her too hard; after all, I couldn't be afraid of being accused of rape or sexual assault—that would be a huge joke. So I let her go. She mopped the floor at the door, wrote it down, closed the door, and quickly left. I calmed down immediately and lay on the bed playing on my phone. I figured she wouldn't show up again.

Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I was worried it was a honey trap or that she had someone waiting for me. I looked through the peephole for a while, making sure she was alone, so I opened the door and let her in. She was wearing a black coat, jeans, and black sneakers. She looked up at me, her face flushed, and then she sat on the bed, head down, avoiding my gaze. I had already put on long pants, but my upper body was still naked. Seeing that she was dressed so warmly, I sat down next to her on the bed and said, "It's so hot in here, take off your coat." She didn't move, so I took it off myself. She was wearing a beige turtleneck sweater, and her breasts were small but perky. I hung the sweater on the hanger, turned around, and picked her up. She tried to push me off, but she wasn't very strong. I carried her to the small sofa, pressed my body against her, and pulled down her pants from behind. Luckily, she wasn't wearing a belt, so it was easy to pull her underwear down to her knees; it was already soaked. She pushed me away, whispering, "What are you doing? Don't do this." I didn't care. I pulled down my pants and thrust in. She cried out in pain (or perhaps pleasure). I kept pressing her down on the sofa, thrusting hard until she reached orgasm. At this point, she stopped resisting, hugging me but turning her face away, trying to suppress her moans. I picked her up and placed her on the edge of the bed, thrusting a few more times. Feeling a bit tired, I pulled out. I lay down on the bed, and she was on top of me now. This position really surprised me. Her waist was incredibly strong; she moved in and out, tightly wrapped around me, giving me an almost heavenly feeling. After about 15 minutes, in the woman-on-top position, I ejaculated inside her without a condom...

She lay on top of me, breathing softly, and I was breathing too, holding her. My penis was still inside her, slowly softening. Just before I came, I had her squat on the bed, and I reached inside to probe and probe, saying it was to give her one last pleasure. Actually, I was worried she might get pregnant... Feeling that I had cleaned up most of the semen, I got off the bed, grabbed some tissues from the table, and we both wiped ourselves clean. She recovered, her face still flushed, and she didn't say much. I, too, reached my post-coital state, and a wave of guilt washed over me. She was leaving, and I didn't even try to stop her, just added her on WeChat. She put on her pants and coat, opened the door, and went out. As she left, she looked back and saw me watching her, blushed again, lowered her head, closed the door, and left. I jumped out of bed and took a shower. After resting for a while, I went out for dinner.

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