Room Service

Things don't always work out the way you plan them. This was a lesson I was being forced to learn double fast as I laid alone in my hotel room on the first night of what was supposed to be a romantic week away with my now ex-girlfriend. Officially she said we'd simply 'grown apart' which would be fine if I hadn't spent upwards of 2000 big ones on this little getaway. She pointed out though that if she'd come away with me feeling that way, it would have meant living a lie for a full week and the guilt would have been too much for her to bear. I sort of saw her point, but it still meant I was now alone, laid on the bed wearing nothing but a complimentary dressing gown and flicking through the free TV channels.

I'd decided to come anyway, because heck it had been paid for, and maybe the week away would do me good. So far it had only accentuated the fact that she wasn't there. I had so much planned. Not so much for this first night but certainly for the remainder and if I'm being completely honest a lot of it involved us screwing one another like we had no other purpose in life.

I don't know if she meant it as a joke to lighten the mood but after declaring we were done she'd said to me, 'although I will miss getting absolutely destroyed by that monster of yours.' The 'monster' she was referring to was of course what was hanging between my legs. Most men brag about how big they are but I generally don't have to. I'm pretty unremarkable in most respects, but given that when flaccid my cock is easily around 6 inches long and when hard can get up to 14, with a hefty girth to match that is close to a soda can in comparison, I can usually let that do most of the talking for me.

I can still remember the look on her face when she first saw it, a bizarre but unbelievably hot mix of fear, amazement and lust. It had taken a lot of trial and error, and lube it must be said, before I'd been able to get even just the head inside her, but as our relationship bloomed her pussy slowly but surely adjusted. She could regularly take up to 8 inches of it and slightly more depending on our position and how much I really went for it until it started hurting her. To tell the full truth, she had been the first woman to ever really try. I'd been on dates with other women before but once they saw what I was packing they became too scared to continue or else backed out once I started putting any pressure on their pussies.

Thinking about all this was starting to make me hard, the outline of my cock beneath the gown extending downwards and starting to lift and pulse. The memory was a sore one now, I guess, but it was also certainly enough to get me going. As I was on my own I felt no need to not just let it happen. Maybe I would get myself off and relieve a little pressure. As if responding to that thought, the material of the gown slipped away from my cock as it grew and hardened.

*Knock knock*

"Room service."

I jumped a little as I heard a knock on the door and a female voice calling out. What should I do? I could pretend I wasn't in but then she might just come in anyway depending on what it was and that would leave me completely exposed. The only thing I could do was to try and calm down and to answer the door.

"Two minutes," I called.

I focused as best I could on shrinking my massive boner. My ex not being here and why was the first thing that came to mind and slowly but surely I felt the swelling in my crotch dissipate. With a sigh of relief, I went and answered the door.

"Hi, sorry to keep you," I said as I opened the door.

The woman stood before me couldn't have been much older than her early 30s, with jet black hair held up in a bun and a pretty but not stunning face. I couldn't help but also notice the rest of her too, blame it on my horniness from a minute or two ago I guess. Her breasts weren't massive but looked to be a nice handful each and what I could see of her hips beneath her uniform suggested she'd spread out a little in that wonderful way that women start to do as they leave their teens and 20s behind them giving her a sort of hourglass look. I'd have liked to have seen more but I needed to push those thoughts from my mind, otherwise it'd quickly become very obvious that I'd been looking in more ways than one.

"Not a problem sir," she said in a bright and friendly voice. "I've brought the champagne you ordered."

"Champagne? I didn't order..."

But then it hit me. I'd arranged that each night a nice bottle of something was to be brought up to our room. With everything that had happened, I'd all but forgotten.

"Wait, of course, yes," I said, reassuring her it was my mistake. "Sorry, I've had a lot on. Unfortunately the person I was supposed to be sharing this with didn't join me."

"I'm sorry to hear that sir," she said, sounding very genuine. "Where would you like me to put it?"

"Oh, er, just over there," I told her, motioning behind me.

She smiled sympathetically and walked into the room. I watched her walk and my mental request to see more of her was answered. Her ass was big and prominent, not ridiculously huge or anything but bigger than her otherwise slim frame indicated. It was only for a moment of course, but I could see it wobble slightly as she walked and before I could correct myself, I felt the blood start to rush back to my cock.

Instinctively I threw my hands in front of my cock, trying to conceal its rapid hardening and stop it from breaching the gown once again. When she turned back, I tried to remain as calm and unaffected as possible, but I saw her eyes glance down at my hands and then back up to my own. She didn't say anything, but I felt any blood not already destined for my unruly cock start to rush to my cheeks as I surely went red with embarrassment.

"I'll leave you to it sir," she said, remaining professional and mercifully bringing this whole sorry episode to a close.

I thanked her and closed the door behind her. I cursed myself. It had been barely a week and already I was uncontrollably horny. A smaller man in that department wouldn't really have had an issue, so, and not for the first time in my life, I cursed my larger than normal cock. I tried to calm myself down. All was fine. She'd not really seen anything after all, I'd not made any inappropriate comments or advances and I'd likely never see her again anyway.

I sighed as my boner once again started to subside, walked over to the ice bucket she'd left behind and picked up the bottle of champagne. It would've been a shame to waste it I guess.

* * * * *

Alcohol has always amplified my horniness. Maybe it's the loss of inhibition, I don't know, but this is a fact I had forgotten as I finished the last of the champagne bottle. In the past it was probably something I needn't have thought about because if I was drinking it was normally with my ex and if I got horny we could do something about it. No such luck now. I lay on the bed in a giddy and horny stupor, whipped out my cock and started tugging away.

Normally my mind would have gone straight to the memory of my ex and her body, but tonight it had other plans for me. Instead I found myself reliving the look on the woman's face who had brought me my champagne earlier. I imagined what she might be thinking, the things she might have thought of doing with me and what it may feel like to do them to her in return. I blew my cool (and my load) once the memory of the wobble of her ass cheeks broke its way to the front of my mind.

I cleaned up as best I could before dozing off.

* * * * *

The following morning my head was sore and I couldn't stomach my breakfast. I instead sat sipping water and feeling a little sorry for myself as I watched the staff walk back and forth with plates piled high with hot, greasy breakfast foods that under any other circumstance I'd have devoured by the plate full.

"Good morning sir," a somewhat familiar voice said beside me.

I turned to the voice and saw it was the woman from last night, smiling kindly towards me.

"Hi, good morning to you too," I replied.

"Have you ordered breakfast yet?" she asked.

"Hmm? Oh, er no, bit of a bad head this morning I'm afraid," I replied with a smiling grimace.

"Rough night last night?" she continued.

I was about to reply when the memory of what I had done to help myself off to sleep last night flashed through my head and I suddenly felt very awkward, as if she somehow knew all about it. I also felt a slight movement in my pants, but my nausea kept it at bay thank god.

"Y-yeah," I finally mustered. "A full bottle of champagne on your own isn't all it's cracked up to be."

"Yeah I've made that mistake before," she laughed. "Well if not your breakfast, could I maybe get you something to help clear your head?"

"If you do have something that would be amazing, thank you," I replied.

She smiled in the way I was becoming accustomed to and walked off to the back. I pondered what I might do for the day in place of any couples activities I had planned as I waited for her to return. I wasn't really in the mood for anything romantic, obviously, but there were still museums, sightseeing tours and the pool I could use so it wasn't a complete loss. The woman returned to me with two small white tablets in her hand and handed them over.

"Just so you know," she began, "we're not officially allowed to give you these, for insurance purposes or something, but I figure you've had a pretty rough time so feel free to take these. Just promise not to sue if you choke on them or something," she grinned.

"Wouldn't dream of it, thanks," I said, tossing them back and taking a swig of water.

She smiled again and was about to turn to leave when I stopped her.

"Sorry, I didn't get your name?"

"It's Natalie," she replied.

"Nicolas, or Nick if you like," I returned.

* * * * *

The day somehow managed to be exhausting despite me not doing much. I had ventured out into the area around the hotel for a while but found myself lacking the enthusiasm to really do anything. Eventually I made my way back and had been nursing a hot drink in the bar for a few hours. At least my headache was gone though thanks to Natalie.

I hadn't seen her around the hotel since this morning. I wasn't looking for her per se, but she'd quickly become a familiar face and sometimes you need the comfort of that. As I went to sit down for my evening meal, I was hopeful she may be among the serving staff again but alas it was not to be.

I felt like what I needed was a decent night's sleep so I could start tomorrow well rested and with a fresh state of mind. Starting things off with the mother of all headaches that morning certainly hadn't helped things so I'd make the effort tonight to see myself off to sleep as quickly and as uneventfully as possible. I took a steaming hot shower which seemed to do as much to clear my mind as it did my body. It was one of those extra large walk in showers that could have potentially had a number of exciting uses were I not on my own. As I stepped out though, there was a familiar sound at the door.

*Knock knock*

"Room service."

I scrambled to get a towel wrapped around me, and walked to the door. Opening it up I couldn't help but smile as I was once again greeted by Natalie with an ice bucket and a bottle of something nice. I'd forgotten this was going to happen but wasn't necessarily upset that it had.

"Hi Natalie," I said.

"Good evening Nick," she smiled back. "Have I caught you at a bad time?"

Her eyes briefly looked down and it took me a full second to remember I was standing in just a towel.

"Oh, er no sorry, that was my bad. I completely forgot you'd be coming... er, I mean that I had ordered this," I quickly corrected myself.

"Shall I put it in the same place as last night?" she asked, mercifully skipping over my faux pas but making another quick glance downwards.

"Sure," I said, moving to allow her to pass.

It was as she walked past that the words 'oh no' suddenly flashed through my brain. The short memory of the wobble of her butt had been enough to make me cum last night and now I was about to relive the experience. She'd turn around and see my cock standing to attention and probably smack me in the face or something for being such a creep. I mean, that would have capped off the week just perfectly. It would be fine if I didn't look, I just had to focus on something else, anything else.

Before I could worry myself much more, she had already walked back past me towards the door. Thank god, I was almost in the clear.

"Will you be drinking all of that tonight?" she turned and asked, her eyes darting down to the towel and back up to mine again.

"Maybe just the one glass this time," I tried to joke, watching as her eyes flitted down and then back up again.

"See you at breakfast then," she smiled, giving one last look down to the towel but lingering this time. Not for long, but noticeably longer than before. She suddenly looked a little embarrassed as if aware she had been 'caught' and walked away.

Once the door was closed, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had managed to control myself (for once) and as a result hadn't accidentally exposed myself to Natalie when she was just doing her job. She seemed pretty bemused by the towel though. As I looked down I felt my blood run cold. Prominent and unmistakable at the front of the towel was a full outline of my flaccid cock, all 6 inches of it.

* * * * *

The night was nowhere near as restful as I had planned. I was mortified. Being the size I am, I'm a little used to people noticing depending on what I'm wearing, but it had been 2 nights in a row now with the same woman. Not only that, but I was wearing even less the second time than I was the first! Anyone in their right mind would think I was doing it on purpose and the thought of having to face her in the morning and the shame that would come with it was unbearable.

Morning came and I had dressed and made my way down to the hotel's restaurant for breakfast. I sat nervously shaking my leg, for once begging fate that it wouldn't be Natalie who served me today, but fate sent a huge middle finger my way instead. As I saw her walking over, I smiled nervously.

"Morning Nick, will you be eating today?" she asked.

She was of course remaining as professional as ever.

"Erm, yes please. Could I have the full breakfast please?"

"Of course. And to drink?"

"Coffee please."

"No problem," she smiled.

And with that she turned and went back to the kitchens. There was a definite tension there and all I could think was that I needed to make this right. She'd been nothing but kind to me so far so I felt I owed her at least an apology. So that's what I'd do. I'd wait for her to return with my breakfast, apologise and have it over and done with. It was the right thing to do, it was the best thing to do and it was the brave thing to do...

"Here you are, one full breakfast and your coffee," she said, interrupting my train of thought. "Can I get you anything else?"

"No, thank you," I replied, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry.

"Ok, hope you have a great day," she smiled and then walked away.

I'd completely bottled it. With a sigh, I ate my breakfast.

* * * * *

That evening I made sure to stay fully clothed as I awaited the knock on the door. I wasn't going to make the same mistakes again. I'd had a full day to think about it now and once she came to my door again, she was going to get the apology she deserved. All I had to do now was wait patiently...

*Knock knock*

"Room service."

It was definitely her, unmistakably her. I had worried for a moment that it may be another member of staff tonight, but now I needed to face the music. I strode over to the door as confidently as I could, keeping my bravado maintained so I could maybe convince myself I had the balls to take this like a man. With a deep breath, I opened the door.

"Hi Natalie," I said, locking eyes with her and smiling as genuinely as I could.

"Hi Nick," she replied, friendly and genuine as ever, but with a hint of unease. "The usual?"

"Please," I said, showing her in. This wasn't a conversation I wanted to have in the corridor anyway.

I waited for her to place the bucket down, taking no notice of anything but the bucket, steeling myself for what was to come.

"Natalie, about last night..."

"Oh," she said, her eyes dropping to the floor in embarrassment.

"I just wanted to say..."

"I'm really sorry Nick," she interrupted.

I was dumb struck for a moment. Why on earth was she apologising?

"O-ok," I began to reply.

"I shouldn't have stared at you while you were in that towel. It was very unprofessional and must have made you feel very uncomfortable."

I couldn't believe it. She seemed to think she was the one at fault here, not me!

"You really don't need to apologise, Natalie. You were just doing your job. It's a little embarrassing but I didn't realise the towel was quite as 'revealing' as it was..."

The room went quiet as tension permeated the air. We were both clearly very uncomfortable but didn't know what to say next. For some reason, I thought that humour would be the best way out of it.

"I suppose it could have been worse though, at least I didn't have a hard on," I laughed unconvincingly.

Of all the stupid things to say I had cherry picked the worst one. Any normal human being with half a brain in their head would have just said something like 'let's just forget about it' but not me. I had to go and make things worse and Natalie's expression told the whole story. She was wide eyed and open mouthed.

"Y-you weren't hard?" she stuttered.

"What? No," I responded, completely caught off guard by her reaction.

She stared at me mouth agape for a moment and then back down to my crotch before clearing her throat and deliberately looking away.

"I-I should probably go," she said, already walking towards the door.

"I'm sorry Natalie, I shouldn't have made that stupid comment, it was really inappropriate," I told her desperately on her way out.

"Um, it's fine, d-don't worry about it. See you tomorrow Nick," she said as she walked away.

I closed the door behind her and let out a groan. If the earth could have swallowed me up then and there I would have welcomed it. I went to the next best thing and flopped myself down on the bed. This week was becoming more and more of a disaster by the day.

* * * * *

Natalie had been her usual professional and polite self at breakfast. I had done my best to try and make things as comfortable as possible, but I could once again feel the tension between us. I wondered whether she'd maybe reported me to the manager? I couldn't have blamed her if she did but then again I'd likely not be sat being served by her if that was the case. I wondered maybe how many times she'd had to deal with this kind of thing before. Maybe she had just had to accept it was a part of the job? If that was true it was awful and only made me feel worse.

I decided to take a long walk to clear my head. I walked as far away from the hotel as I dared without the possibility of getting lost and then walked back. I decided in that time that I'd been going about this all wrong. Clearly me trying to bring the situation up all the time was just making things worse, leading to comments like 'at least I wasn't hard'. I would just speak to her civilly and politely from now on, just like how she spoke to me, and once the week was over I'd go home and we'd never have to see each other again.

I kept this in mind as I awaited the knock on my door that evening and her familiar voice.

*Knock knock*

"Room Service."

There she was. I went to the door, opened it and smiled as usual.

"Hello Natalie," I said.

"Hi Nick," she replied. "The usual?"