I was delivering a chicken club sandwich working as a night porter at a London hotel but found that room 108’s door was ajar. She was on the double bed with the hand towel wrapped loosely around her waist, her slim body still dripping from the power shower. Her dark wet hair clung to her back and rivulets of water were slowly rolling down her body.

I watched from the hallway as she rose and turned around oblivious to my presence. She stroked her body with her delicate fingers. I watched as she reached down to remove her towel to show finely clipped and moist patch of pubic hair. Her breasts were pert and her nipples looked hard and firm.

She continued to slowly damp down her body from bottom to top pausing at her damp V. She turned to look in the room mirror admiring her self and flicking her hair to the front. Her bottom rounded and beautiful, her legs smooth. I could feel I was aroused but I was supposed to be controlling my ardour. Could she see me?

She sat on the bed again and spread her legs in full view of the mirror and rolled her towel up and down between her legs but slowly and meaningful. I could see that her trimming ended at her clitoris and her lower lips were swollen. Gently she touched herself…rotating her finger over her lips and clit. I watched for a further few minutes as she seemed to heighten in excitement squeezing her left breast and pinching the nipple. She leant back on the bed, legs wide and inserted a finger just a little way inside her but with gentle movement. She didn’t make a sound but I could see that she was into the movement, beginning to rotate her hips and slipping her finger from clit to her vaginal lips and then drawing up to her clit and starting to rotate with the speed that she was used to. I watched as she arched her back and started to lick her lips, licking her finger and down again faster, pursing her lips and then her upper chest reddened below her neck, she started to spread her vaginal lips with one hand and quicken again her movement. I’d never seen myself as a voyeur but the developing scene had me dripping cum…..

At the height of her movement I saw her stomach rise and then ripple and then she came long and repeatedly giving a quiet moan as she kept her fingers going round and in, I decided to knock on the door. Would she move? Would she cover up? Would she hear me?

She moved her fingers away and placed the towel over her waist, I could still see her damp swollen lips as she sat up. She put on a black lacy bra but the reddened chest rash was still visible.

I stood erect at the door, my penis throbbing and cum still dripping….she called me in.

She was flushed but eyed me up and down, and boy she was gorgeous. I knew I was showing I was hard through my trousers and that embarrassed me a little.

I presented her club sandwich and closed her curtains and turned down her bed, She lent over the bed reaching for a bag, showing me the full length of her legs and her towel rode up enough for me to see her swollen shaved area and I throbbed harder wondering if I could survive any longer without exploding. She grabbed my hand and pressed a £2.00 coin into my palm and looked me straight in the eye. I could see a glimmer of excitement and she sat down and brushed her body against my bulging trousers. I came………She said goodbye and closed the door.

‘Room 108’, she rang again, said the head night porter, ‘she asked for beef and got chicken, can you make another and go back up………she says she is waiting…..’