Motel Maid

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My mind drifted back to the incident with the maid. The more I thought about it, the more flattered I was. It felt good to be touched, even if it was analytically, and I started to feel some stirrings down below. Funny how the attention of just about any woman will do that to a man. I started getting ideas. Nothing wild and crazy, mind you, just ideas.

The next day I ate a small breakfast and exercised early. When I went back to my room I was hoping to get there shortly after she did.

That’s what happened.

I had left all the lights on so that the room was well illuminated. As I entered I saw her straightening up from the TV set which she had apparently just turned on. Most motel maids turn on the TV in each room as they’re cleaning. It’s harmless and it keeps them entertained.

“Oh, sah,” she said, “does yo wan’ me to come bac’ late’ah, sah? Ah will, sah, it ain’t no problem a’tall, sah.”

“No. No,” I said. “I want you to clean the room now. I just wanted to be sure you didn’t get in any trouble because of what happened yesterday.”

“Oh no, sah, ain’t no body say nutin’ to me, sah. Ah ain’t in no trouble, sah.”

“Well good,” I said, “I’m glad to hear that. But I’ve been thinking. I just don’t think it’s fair.”

“Wuz not fair, sah?”

“You got to see me naked, but I haven’t seen you naked. That just doesn’t seem fair to me.”

She looked shocked at first, then she started laughing. “HeHeHe, sah. Why would ya’ll wanna sees a fat, ugly ol’ black woman fo’? Hehehe.”

“I do not think you are fat. I do not think you are old. And I do not think you are ugly. But just like you had never seen a white man naked before yesterday, I have never seen a black woman naked before. At least, not a live one. I’ve seen pictures. I think it would be fair of you to let me see you without your clothes.”

“Hehehe! Oh, sah! Ah would git in lottsa trouble if ah done dat, sah. Hehehe. Yo’ don’ wan’ me ta git fired, do yo’, sah?”

“Who’s going to know? You and I are the only ones who have a key, and we’re here. No one can walk in and as God is my witness, I will not tell anyone.”

“Hehehe. Oh, sah. Ah guess it’ll be a’right. It do seem only fair.”

YES!

She was wearing a black cotton maid’s uniform dress that buttoned from the neck to the hem below her knees. She started unbuttoning at her neck, looking down as she did so. The skin of her cheeks turned as red as her ebony skin would allow. After each button she would let out a little “Hehehe.”

Four buttons were undone to the middle of her chest. Four more to her waist and the top started to gap open, reveling a large black brassiere that covered all of her breasts. More buttons and now she had to hunch forward to reach the next one. She pulled up on the dress to reach the last few. When she stood up straight the dress gaped opened and I could see her black cotton granny panties.

She flipped the top back so it slipped off her shoulders, slid off her arms, and fell to the floor in a ring around her feet. She still had not looked me in the eye, but she had stopped giggling.

“Now the bra,” I said, “please.”

Now she looked at me and smiled. “No one evah ax me please b’fo’.”

I watched the bra come undone as one, two, three, wow four snaps let loose and her tits sagged down.

Still smiling, she reached to her shoulders, flipped the straps down and pulled the cups off her breasts.

I have to tell you at this point that I am not a big tit man. I truly don’t care what size a woman’s tits are. From A cups to D cups, it doesn’t matter to me. Of course, all of them are wonderful in their own way.

This woman’s tits were far and away the largest I had ever seen. They sagged, of course. Gravity must win on breasts that size. As dark as they were, her areola were even darker, totally black with, I swear, nipples as round as my thumb.

All I could do was stare, mesmerized.

She giggled again, toed off her shoes and then pushed her panties off.

As I took in her entirety, I saw that her stomach, while sticking out a bit, did not sag down. Her waist was thick and her butt was, well, pretty good sized, but it didn‘t sag either. Her pubic hair was, naturally, black and very thick, but her thighs pressed together so I couldn’t see her sex. She looked very much like an ebony statue of Venus found in ancient civilizations. Like I said, I was mesmerized.

“Ah has ta gits ta work, sah.”

“Sure. Yeah, sure, I’ll just watch.”

She slipped back into her shoes and started to strip the bed. Her tits and ass jiggled delightfully as she moved back and forth making the bed. When she was done there, she cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed the floor, gathered the trash and placed it by the door. Her movements were a model of efficiency. And all the time she wiggled her ass and shook her tits at me. I even saw a hint of pink at her nether region as she bent over to wash the toilet and to pick up the trash and the dirty towels I had thoughtlessly thrown on the bathroom floor.

Through all this my appreciation showed as my gym shorts bulged in the front.

When she came back to where I was standing she stood in front of me proudly, with her shoulders back and looked me in the eye. “Do y’all wan’ me ta do anything’ else, sah?”

“No,” I said. “That was great. Thanks.”

“Okay den, sah. Ah just be gittin’ ma tings on an’ be goin’”

She toed off her shoes again, stepped into her panties and pulled them up. The bra was next, covering those magnificent breasts. Instead of stepping into her dress, she picked it up and pulled it down over her head, then buttoned it up from the bottom. Without a word she slipped into her shoes, turned and walked to the door, picked up the trash bag and went out.

It must have lasted at least fifteen to twenty minutes, but it seemed to have gone by as quickly as it took to read about it.

I came to my senses when the door closed. “Hey, wait,” I yelled as I rushed out.

“Did ah fo’gits somthin’, sah?” she asked.

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