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Service With A Smile

Service With A Smile
by sunset4813@live.co.uk
I was looking forward to my holiday in San Francisco – USA, known as the Gay Capital of the World although at 47 and single myself, I am no spring chicken anymore, but there was a surprise ahead for me.

On checking in, the staff were bright, friendly, cheerful and welcoming. After all the usual formalities and procedures just before being handed my keys, I was asked if I was Gay. Although this surprised me, I remembered where I was and smiled saying “Mostly” and thinking to myself how I do like woman as well but men are more fun when sexual fun occurs that is not often now with me. I had even used a hair colouring to get rid of the grey that shows in part, and so should hopefully show as brown for all the time I am away.

The next morning following a long night’s sleep and a lovely hot shower, I felt great and had a knock on my door. With the largest towel I had wrapped around me, I answered and had a man who looked in his 30’s and appeared to be a Porter saying how he wanted to leave some clean linen in my room. I thought the cleaners took care of that type of thing, but as he was carrying this linen, there must have been a reason why he brought this to me and on closing the door, he said that the hotel provides personal service assistants to guests to make them welcome and his name was Simon calling to make sure I was okay and if there was anything he could do.

Alarm bells started going off inside my head as I just kept seeing images of US dollar signs and said in some annoyance that I do not want and cannot afford expensive massages or hidden charges. I resent the ridiculous prices charged by some hotels/resorts and believed to be acceptable. I would have expected Simon to turn around and leave at this point, but he remained saying that massages are available at the Gym by paying there and anything chargeable is declared upfront to start with, such as the mini bar beside my bed (that I never use). There is also no question of any penetrating sex with guests in case I got the wrong idea of what his role is.

As his hands went on my shoulders our lips slowly met and we started kissing but my towel dropped and I quickly recovered this wrapping it back around me. Simon smiled undressing his top half and said “Relax as we are here to help you do just that” and as we lay on my bed, he asked what turns me on apart from fucking.

I told Simon that I don’t like fucking and my fancy is a clean arse for oral contact. Simon then went to my bathroom and as I heard the shower run, I sneaked a look through and saw Simon giving his arse a good soaping. He soon returned without saying anything but now naked and so my towel came off with both our full bodies in view and following a brief further kiss, I moved down and buried my face into his arse kissing and sucking with joy as he yelled out in delight initially, followed with sighs of fascination as my mouth continued on his arse that
I enjoyed giving and Simon loved receiving.

Simon said that he could not give the same back to me and I said about being okay with that because, had my mouth job on his arse been conditional on receiving the same in return, I would have asked first. Just before leaving my room and assuring me of a great breakfast in waiting downstairs, Simon asked if he could return tomorrow morning and bring a friend with him. I hesitated at first but then agreed providing they were both fully naked before I was and so I would then know they were both serious about having fun as well as not holding any mobile phones as some can be used to make recordings like a camera.

I found the other hotel staff unusually pleasant and friendly towards me everywhere I went, not just the restaurant, but at the swimming pool, the cleaning staff and on handing my keys in at reception to go out for the day. I thought this was just because of their pleasant nature and criticized myself for being judgmental because others are especially nice. I think that is the England part of me.

The next morning, I thought Simon may not turn up and half of me felt excited with the other half terrified. A knock on the door and ensuring I was dressed, Simon brought some more linen and his colleague (Jonathan) came to sort out that problem in my room. Both reasons were just cover in case anyone should overhear from outside but once inside my room, they started stripping in full together and then went and shared a shower to make their arses smell like a bed of roses for me. Fantastic.

We kissed together in relaxing on my bed and whilst at first Jonathan smiled and watched me sucking and kissing Simon’s arse that I loved, he soon moved beside Simon with both of them on all four’s as I took turns on each arse, that felt strange to me in actually happening as it’s only been a fantasy previously. Both Simon and Jonathan shouted and sighed in bursts of delight at how great this feels. Jonathan moved back and grabbed my buttocks. I stopped and looked in concern at first but then relaxed as Jonathan said he wanted to give a little something back for all the pleasure they had enjoyed from me leaving their arses feeling great.

Once I heard this reassurance, I returned to Simon’s arse just as mine was receiving that incredible same feeling on contact from the mouth – nothing else feels like this and what a bonus to receive some mouth on my arse instead of just kissing and sucking arse myself although I do enjoy that and wish more would try this themselves.

One guest later on at breakfast joked with me about how I must be tipping well, because although the staff were good, they seemed especially nice to me that I had noticed yesterday. I found out after today’s breakfast that ALL the staff knew what had happened with Simon and Jonathan and all the staff (men and women) felt very pleased for a guest to be giving their colleagues a unique kind of pleasure expecting nothing in return. Usually it’s always the other way round with one guest requiring drinks taken to a room, another with laundry, a further one with a request at meals and so it goes on.

It felt so strange and good that all the staff knew exactly what I had done and everyone from reception to cleaners were all pleased for the pleasure I gave their colleagues. Even their boss said how well both had performed in general on the days that they had seen me.

What a marvellous attitude that can only happen in San Francisco. If only more people could be like this, showing happiness instead of disgust or discomfort for what is giving pleasure to another person making it as safe as possible by being clean just as most of us wash our hands before eating a meal.

I was out walking over The Golden Gate Bridge and on leaning over briefly to take in the Bay’s atmosphere, a sudden strong gust of wind from nowhere blew me over and unable to hang on, I fell towards the sea fearing for my life and then finding myself in a bed that was not my hotel, but where was I?

I was at home in England. All the above had been a dream, but the reality is that on 29 August 2010, I am going on holiday to San Francisco and think it would be great even if only a small part of that dream in the hotel could actually happen but I don’t think I could be that lucky.

Or, could I?