Guest Satisfaction Ch. 01

"Hello, Ryan Davis, and welcome to our luxurious hotel! I'm Victoria Chan, the guest relations manager here. I already checked you in and I'd be happy to escort you to your room if that's alright?" I said cheerfully while staring at the very handsome young man who just walked in and was standing in front of me.

"Yeah, sure," he responded with a charismatic smile.

"Wonderful, if you would please follow me," I said before I turned around and walked towards the lobby elevators.

It wasn't normal for the guest relations manager to be personally escorting a guest to their room like this, but Ryan wasn't just any normal guest. He was the son of the owner and a senior in college. I was specifically asked to handle his check-in and make sure that he was completely taken care of. Since a potential promotion was coming up, I was all too happy to take this on since it would likely reflect positively on me.

He was apparently staying at the hotel because there was some sort of college basketball tournament happening at a nearby sports arena. The rest of his Wheaton College team was also staying here, but he was the only one I met since he was a VIP. I was relieved that the owner wasn't having me look out for the entire team. The last thing I needed was to deal with a bunch of young, rowdy college-aged boys.

While we were waiting for the elevator to arrive, I turned to him and said, "Just so you know, we have you staying in one of our best rooms. You'll be on the top floor, in the corner penthouse suite."

"Sounds great," he responded and looked incredibly charming when he smiled at me again.

The elevator finally arrived and I indicated with my hand for him to go ahead and enter first. Once he stepped in, I quickly followed and pressed the button for the top floor. Facing the door while standing in front of him, I patiently waited for us to arrive. As the elevator went up, I swore I could still feel his eyes staring at my body. I looked at his reflection in the metal of the elevator door and I clearly saw him checking me out from head to toe. Naturally, part of me was disgusted by such behavior, but a larger part of me was actually flattered by the attention.

Since I just turned 40 and was still single after my divorce, being able to get the attention of a young, hot guy was naturally a confidence boost. Even though I was older now, I thought I still looked young thanks to my Asian genes and my constant exercise from rock climbing. Unlike most other middle-aged women, my skin was flawless, tight, glowing, and I don't think I had any fat on my body. In fact, many of my friends told me that I looked at least 10 years younger than I was.

Clearly, it wasn't my clear skin that was getting his attention though. I had an amazing body that I worked extremely hard to stay in shape. Even though I was wearing a professional pencil skirt, it still hugged my body, and my large, firm ass was distinctly silhouetted by the material.

His eyes didn't just linger on my ass though. They raised to my chest and I couldn't help but show a brief smile. Not only did I have a big butt, but I also had large, D-cup breasts that were still quite perky, despite my age. Even though I was wearing a looser, long-sleeve blouse, the curvy outlines of my breasts were definitely visible. By the time the elevator reached the top floor, I was feeling a little turned on by his admiring gaze.

After the elevator doors opened, I took a deep breath to center myself, stepped outside to look back at him, and said, "This way, sir."

He seemed to eagerly follow me which made me feel even hotter. As we walked down the hallway, I knew his eyes were still staring at my ass and legs. My legs were well toned from all of the recreational rock climbing I did, and my aroused brain wondered how he would be acting if I wore an even shorter skirt that showed them off. Or if I was wearing heels instead of these boring flats that I had on.

I lightly shook my head at the wild thoughts to get them out of my head. What was I thinking? Why would I want to show off so brazenly to a young guy like him? I must be hornier than I thought. Finally arriving at his room, I opened it with a keycard and held the door open so he could step inside with his luggage.

Once inside, I began to give my spiel, "Welcome to your spectacular room. As you can see it is very spacious. It has a huge bathroom with an extra large walk-in shower and this suite comes with a living room as well as a bedroom. The bed is of course a king size and the furniture in the living room is all new."

He looked around and overall looked very pleased when he said, "This room looks amazing. The bed looks kind of big for one person, but I'm sure I won't be sleeping on it alone soon."

I almost audibly scoffed at his confidence and cockiness. Yet, I made sure to swallow it and kept a pleasant smile on my face when he walked up closer to me and said, "Thanks for walking me up here and showing me the room Mrs. Chan."

Now that he was right in front of me, I couldn't help but check out how he looked. He easily towered over my 5'3" frame and I surmised that he was just over 6 feet tall. Not only was he tall and handsome, but his body was large and he looked to be in incredible shape. His chest was wide and seemed powerfully built given how it pushed out the shirt he was wearing. Glancing at his arms, his long sleeves tightly stuck to them and I knew that they had to be thick and muscular. I could only imagine that he had impressive abs too, not to mention that his legs looked bulky and powerful as well.

Hoping that he didn't notice me inspecting his body, I swallowed and said, "It's Ms. Chan actually, but you can just call me Victoria. If there is anything else you need, please don't hesitate to call the front desk and ask for me. My job is to ensure that every guest here is completely satisfied. Have a great rest of your day Mr. Davis."

He chuckled and said, "It's alright Victoria, you can call me Ryan."

I smiled at him and said, "Thank you, Ryan. Goodbye!"

I turned around, quickly walked to the door, and after opening it, I left his room, letting the door close behind me. Once back in the hallway, I stopped and put my hand over my heart and felt it thumping hard in my chest. God, what the hell just happened? Why did I feel so turned on right now? I shouldn't be attracted to cocky young men like that. Why did his smile have to be so charming? Ugh, I just needed to forget about him. Getting to the elevator and arriving back down at the lobby, I headed to my private office. Once back at my desk, I started to focus on my work and I did my best to forget all about him.

About an hour later, my phone rang and when I answered it, one of the girls working at the front desk said, "Good afternoon Ms. Chan, one of our guests called and asked to speak with you?"

"Ok, sure, you can transfer them to me," I replied.

"Actually, Mr. Davis asked if you could go up to his room to speak with him in person as soon as possible?"

"Mr. Davis? Ryan Davis?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The moment I heard his name, my heart rate went up and I became irritated that just thinking about him was affecting me so easily. What did he want already? Wasn't he here only for only like an hour? Normally I would just call the room, but since he was the owner's son, I guess I had to make special accommodations for him.

"Thank you for telling me. I'll go up to his room right away," I finally replied and hung up the phone.

I got up from my desk and started to walk out of my office when I caught my reflection in a nearby mirror. I stopped to ensure I was presentable and decided to fix my silky black hair. I pulled my hair back firmly and tightened the bow hair scrunchie I used for my ponytail. I then rearranged my two, thick, black bangs that framed my face and smiled at myself. My half-moon eyes shone back at me and even I thought I looked like I was 30. Clearing my throat, I collected myself and walked out of my office.

It only took a few minutes to get back up to his room and when I went to knock on the door, I noticed that it was left open by the protruding deadbolt. Did he leave it like this on purpose? Did he want me to just walk in? I still knocked and called out his name, but there was no answer. I decided to push the door open and walked in, letting it close behind me. I peeked further inside the room, but I still didn't see him.

"Hello? Ryan?" I called out again.

Suddenly, the bathroom door that was closed swung open and I saw Ryan walk out practically naked except for a towel around his waist. My eyes widened and I immediately turned around believing I entered at a completely wrong time. Fuck, I was so embarrassed. Was he upset? Would he complain to his dad about how I just barged in like this?

"Oh my god, Ryan, I'm so sorry. The door was open and I thought--"

"Oh hey Victoria, it's ok. I wanted you to come in. No need to be shy," he said confidently.

I slowly turned around to look back at him and he was boldly standing in the bathroom doorway. He didn't seem to be in a rush to put on a robe or a shirt or anything. Wait, why did he call me to come up immediately if he knew he would be taking a shower? Why wouldn't he get dressed before I came up? Hold on...was he messing with me? Did he purposefully set this up so I'd see him like this? The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I couldn't believe it.

I also couldn't believe how fucking good his body looked. I could tell he was muscular earlier, but holy shit! The body I thought he had wasn't even close to how hot he really was. Every part of his upper body seemed to be sculpted. His shoulders were sturdy and looked wide enough that I could easily sit on top of them. His arms were thick, but they were packed with muscle. Even without him flexing I could easily make out each individual muscle.

His chest proudly jutted out from his body and looked completely solid, dense with muscle. My eyes lowered to his abs and they widened in shock. They were absolutely ripped! Not only did he have a 6-pack, but they looked like they were chiseled from stone or something. I never saw a body like this, not even in movies!

My eyes finally raised up to his face and he had a smile that just screamed that he knew I was checking him out. I felt myself blush and I knew there was no way I would be able to deny something like that. I needed to quickly say something to distract him.

"Was there something I could help with?" I said as professionally as I could, but my voice still felt a little off.

"Oh, yeah. So my coach wanted me to be in charge of finding a place for the team to have dinner. Could you give me some recommendations?" he asked while still standing in the doorway.

"Yes, of course. I'd be happy to. Was there a type of food you were looking for?" I said while trying to not let my eyes wander in exploring his muscular body.

"Actually, I had a taste for something...Asian," he said with a smile on his face.

When he finished speaking, I swore I saw something move under the towel. Wait, that wasn't his cock, was it? No, it looked too big. My mind must be in the gutter. He soon adjusted his body to lean against the doorframe and this time I clearly saw something press against his towel by his leg. Oh my fucking god, it was his cock! It had to be. What the hell? I had to be seeing things cause there was no way it could be that big.

"Umm...ok, something uhh...something Asian, right?" I stammered out, unable to think clearly cause I was wholly focused on his apparently monster-sized dick.

I saw something enormous move under the towel again and for a moment, it was like I forgot how to breathe. It was leaning against his leg, but now, I saw it gently strain against the towel. Holy shit, how did someone this young have such a colossal cock? I couldn't help myself as I shamelessly stared at it and I felt my heart beat faster and faster in my chest.

"You were gonna say something?" I heard him say and it finally broke my concentration.

My eyes finally looked back up at him and he had the most confident, almost arrogant smile I had ever seen. I was stunned at first, but now truly annoyed. That fucking smug bastard. He totally knew what he was doing. He was definitely messing with me. Irritated and upset, I resolved myself.

"Yes, there is a dumpling place that is very good. Should I call and make a reservation for you?" I spoke flatly.

My change in attitude didn't seem to phase him at all and he cooly responded, "Yeah, if you could please. Thanks."

"Ok, if there is nothing else," I said and turned to leave.

"There is one more thing," he quickly said and I stopped to face him again.

He leaned over to grab his phone from the bathroom vanity and then said, "Can I have your number? It was kind of annoying to call the front desk earlier, so I figured next time if I have a question, I could just text or call you directly."

Under no ordinary circumstances would I ever give out my personal number to a guest, but this was far from ordinary. I needed him to give me a glowing review to his dad, and there was no way he would do that if I refused. Besides, it wasn't like he would send me a dick pic or anything like that since he knew I'd just show it to his dad. I paused for a moment and then quickly recited my phone number to him.

A second later, I heard my phone ringing in my pocket and I heard him say, "There, just wanted to make sure I entered it right. Thanks, Victoria!"

"As I said, guest satisfaction is my number one priority. Let me know if you need anything else," I said as politely as I could, and then turned around to walk out of his room.

Once I was back in the hallway, I had to lean against the wall to steady myself. My heart was pounding so hard that I was feeling kind of dizzy. I couldn't believe what just happened. Was this real? Did I fall asleep in my office and this was all a dream? No, this was definitely real and absolutely insane. How could a guy like that be blessed with such a ridiculously sexy body and a big cock? No wonder he was so arrogant. He probably could seduce any girl he wanted. Girls who would kneel in front of him just to taste that meaty, thick cock of his...wait, what the hell was I doing? Dammit, stop it Victoria!

Taking another deep breath, I tried to put him and his cock out of my mind as I went back to the lobby and to my office. Just like last time, I tried to go back to work and forget all about him, but this time I couldn't get his body out of my mind. It was addicting to think about. I tried to rationalize it and told myself I was only reacting this way cause I couldn't remember the last time I had sex. I was too horny for my own good and I made myself a promise I'd go on more dates soon.

Between focusing on work and daydreaming about his seemingly massive cock, I didn't realize how late it was until I looked at the clock. Deciding to go home, I gathered my things and went out to my car. I stopped somewhere for a quick bite to eat and soon arrived at my house. After divorcing my husband because he cheated on me, my daughter Julia also moved out after starting her own personal training business which meant the house was empty. If I was honest with myself, it was a little lonely. Switching into some comfy pajamas, I poured myself a glass of wine and settled on the couch to relax.

I heard my phone chime and when I checked it, I saw it was a text from an unsaved number that read, 'Thanks for the recommendation, the food here is fucking amazing.'

Straight away I knew it was from Ryan. I tried so hard to put today's crazy events behind me, but somehow he found a way to be constantly on the top of my mind. I wanted to put the phone down and ignore him, but I knew I had to play the role I gave myself. It was hard to tell whether I regretted it or not.

'Awesome, I'm glad to hear it!' I replied simply, hoping the simple, polite exchange would be enough.

'What are you up to tonight?' he sent another text.

'I'm just relaxing at home alone,' I replied again, shocked that he was trying to have a conversation with me.

'Oh, that sounds kind of lame. You should've come out with us!'

'Yeah, sure. You would want an old lady putting a damper on your young fun?'

'What? No way. I'd want to hang out with a hot, sexy woman.'

After reading his last text, I almost spit out the wine I was drinking. Was he insane? Was he still trying to mess with me? I couldn't believe the audacity he had to be so blatantly flirting with me over text. Although, did he really think I was hot and sexy? Just the thought of it made my heart quicken.

'Exactly, you would want to hang out with someone else other than me,' I responded, deflecting.

'Nah, I mean a hot, sexy woman like you.'

I felt myself getting hot, my heart was now pounding in my chest, and a surge of emotions made my hands shake slightly as I typed back, 'Ryan, I don't think that is appropriate to say.'

For a few moments, I didn't see a response so I thought that I finally put a stop to the conversation, but then I saw him send over a picture. Tapping it open, it was a selfie of him smiling charmingly at the restaurant. Instead of closing the picture, I found myself staring admiringly at his face. Goddamn, he was handsome. Why did that smile have such an impact on me? I don't know if it was the wine or what, but I started to feel turned on again.

A second or two later, I saw another text message that read, 'Wouldn't you want to be hanging out with a guy this handsome?'

'Goodnight Ryan. It's late and I'm going to bed.'

'Aww, ok. Try not to dream too much about me, ok?'

I scoffed while reading his last text and aggressively dropped my phone on the couch. I gulped down the last of my wine and felt my heart was still racing. Damn, that bastard. I wanted to be mad and upset at him, but instead, I was practically swooning over his texts. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but he was right. I would rather be hanging out with him than being here alone. It was actually getting late though; so I figured I should just go to bed.

Putting my wine glass in the sink, I walked upstairs to my bedroom and settled into my bed. I hoped to fall asleep quickly so I could get past this day already, but my heart and mind did not seem to be slowing down at all. The more I laid there, the more I pictured his charming smile and that deliciously sculpted body of his. And the more I thought about him, the more aroused I became.

My mind was going into overdrive and I started to remember how big his dick looked under that towel of his. It wasn't long until I started to fantasize about how that moment could have gone differently. What if he suddenly dropped his towel then? I probably would have gasped at the sight of it. I imagined it would be long, and thick. I wouldn't be able to stop staring. Just thinking about it made me so aroused that I started to writhe on the bed slightly. I felt my nipples harden under my shirt and I knew my pussy was getting wet.

Not being able to resist the desire to touch myself, one of my hands went to one of my breasts and gently squeezed it. I gasped softly at the sensation and soon moved my other hand to squeeze my other breast too. The more I touched myself, the further my fantasy deepened. I imagined he would ask me to come closer to get a better look. I'd resist at first, but I would've walked over. He would tell me to touch it like it was an order, and I'd happily obey.

Moaning softly at the thought, my fingers flicked my hard nipples over my shirt and my body jerked from the jolt of pleasure that raced through me. Rapidly pulling my shirt up and over my breasts, my hands quickly returned to my exposed flesh and alternated between squeezing my large breasts and flicking my rock-hard nipples. Fuck, they were always so sensitive and felt so good right now.