Letting the maids see me naked at hotels has always been a fun thing for me but, being a frequent guest at most hotel chains I have had to be careful not to arouse suspicion that I might be doing this on purpose. So, most of my trips are uneventful. My experience at this particular establishment was inspired by a truly unintentional event where I was standing naked putting on deodorant in the little foyer outside my bathroom and the maid opened the door. I truthfully heard no knock. She just used her key card, opened the door, and ooops…. There I was, naked as the day I was born. I stood there actually surprised and I could have sworn I saw a slight smile on the woman’s face before she said, “Excuse me!” and backed out the door. Maybe I was just imagining the smile but it didn’t take me long to mas_tur_bate to a delicious ****** after this happened. My next trip to this place involved an evening meeting that would last beyond the time I could get a flight out so I arranged to stay that night and fly out the next afternoon. I know that the maids typically clean early on checkout day and that I would be there when they came. I woke up early on check out day. I showered and the packed all of my belongings except for what I was wearing home. I put all these things around the corner into the room so they would not be visible from the door. I left the closet open and empty. I made sure that looking in from the door it appeared that the room was unoccupied. Then I waited. I could hear the maids outside in the hall as they chattered light heartedly going about their work. Soon I heard the light tapping of a key card on my door. I quickly picked up my phone and stood out of view of the door. I heard the door open. If she had called out I would have had to respond ending the whole thing but she didn’t. She walked right in to the room! I waited another half second and then, with the phone to my ear, pretending to be engrossed in conversation, I walked completely naked into her view. She was a slightly heavy but very nice looking Latino woman. I guessed she was in her late twenty’s or perhaps early thirties. Her eyes opened like little saucers and her hands went to her mouth. “Ohh!!! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she said in a thick Spanish accent as she turned and hurried back to the door. But in that brief moment I saw her eyes go up and down my naked body twice. It was wonderful. I ran the scene and her wonderful ex
I have many more trips to this hotel ahead. I want to tell her that she is welcome to enter my room at any time but I won’t. Unless any of you have some brilliant ideas on how to continue this safely I will have to be content with the memory.