The business party from Abuja left early this morning, and the rooms have been cleaned. Standard set from the airport tonight, though most are scheduled for late check-in.

"The guy in 212 rang for extra towels. Would you mind running them up so I can finish my reports?"

I didn’t know what a typical day shift was like at the hotel. I was used to the night shift but had asked Wunmi to switch with me the night before, so I could go on a date with a guy who chatted me up in the supermarket.

The date had quickly gone south, but that wasn’t her fault. I had come in extra early to thank her for switching. Running up guest requests wasn’t trouble, but it did take time away from the necessary paperwork we had to complete before finishing our shift.

It was the least I could do. I pulled some towels out from the stash we kept behind the desk and grabbed the laundry keys from my desk drawer so I could replace them when I returned.

"212?" I questioned, certain I had misheard her. The hotel was nowhere near the capacity we usually needed to open that wing.

Wunmi nodded. There was an odd sort of grin on her face. "He’s a regular guest and requested his regular room." As a hotel near the airport, we had a few business people who made us a regular stop. The owners had told us to accommodate room requests whenever possible. You can thank me later," Wunmi called as I walked out. I didn’t bother to stop to ask what she meant.

A few minutes later I stood at the farthest end of one of the lesser used wings. I raised my hand to knock on the door marked 212 when it swung open revealing a lush little ginger with a cheeky smile and mischievous grey eyes.

She was wearing nothing but her knickers. Wunmi wasn’t the type to play practical jokes, but this wasn’t the gentleman that had called for towels. I could feel my cheeks flush as an apology tried to form itself on my suddenly dried mouth.

She took the towels from me, put a finger to her lips, and gave me a wink. Before I could ask what was going on, she set the towels on the floor and walked into the room leaving the door more than slightly ajar.

From the hallway, I could see most of the room, including the bed and the window. Standing beside the window, sunlight highlighting his lovely face, waited the man Wunmi mentioned. I could see why she was impressed. He was well fit with gorgeous dark skin and carved muscles that were evident even through the business shirt he wore.

He too had shed his trousers, but it didn’t seem to bother him that he was standing exposed in front of an uncovered window. The petite girl looked like a china doll as she made her way toward him with dancer-like grace. If he had given me a smile he gave her, my knickers would have fallen right off.

I reached for the door to shut it on what was apparently about to be an intimate moment, but then I heard her announce, "Jide, we have an audience." Arousal dripped from her voice. It was suddenly apparent to me that I had been called for much more than a towel delivery.

If Wunmi knew this frequent guest, I wondered if she had been called up like this before. I could pretend I struggled with the decision whether or not to stay, but I didn’t. After all, it was my job to give guests an excellent service. Who was I to deny them if they wanted me to watch what I was certain would be fucking fantastic sex?

Jide didn’t respond with words. His strong hands caressed her face as he pulled her into a kiss that made her moan into his mouth. I could tell they knew each other’s bodies well, but it seemed clear that they had been separated for some time. There was an intensity to the way their hands roamed, something suggestive of university sweethearts but less rushed.

The sly smiles and knowing looks they exchanged said they planned to savour their experience and give me a fantastic show.

The girls’s unbuttoned shirt exposed round pert little mounds with nipples ready for Jide to pinch and tease as they continued kissing.

"You are brilliant, Amaka," I heard him murmur as he ran a hand up into her ponytail and kissed her again. She responded by unbuttoning his shirt.

Her creamy hands dancing across the rich perfection of his dark chest was almost pornographic. I moaned in spite of my efforts to remain a silent observer, making her smile brightly as he sucked on her neck and palmed her cut bottom.

The excitement was written on her face as she dipped to her knees to kiss him once on his pants. The clothing became quickly removed. His beautifully thick shaft appeared for only a second before she hungrily took it in her mouth.

Her eyes remained on his face as she pleasured him. I couldn’t blame her. Jide went from handsome to divinely perfect when ecstasy washed over his features. I could hardly decide which one of them to watch as my hand casually moved to massage my breast.

At some point, Jide lost his shirt. I’m not sure exactly when, because I had been hypnotized by the enthusiasm with which Amaka moved her mouth around his huge dick.

The way she licked up and down the shaft, teased the tip with her tongue, leaned in to take his thrusts, and followed him as he pulled back out made it clear she savoured the taste of him. For his part, Jide watched her as if he worshipped his little doll.

As if he heard my thoughts, he reached down to Amaka, taking both her hands to help her rise. He pressed his lips to hers as he removed her shirt then kissed his way down her tummy as he helped her slip off her pretty pink lace knickers.

There was a tattoo just above her labia. The detail seemed both appropriate and entirely at odds with the delicate perfection of the petite woman.

Jide lifted Amaka, and her legs slid around his waist. Seeing his dick framed by her tight little ass as he carried her to the bed made me ache to join them. My clit throbbed in protest when I maintained my position as strictly an eyewitness. 

His muscular body towered over her petite form as he spread her out on the bed like a banquet to feast upon. The second his tongue touched her, Amaka’s entire body quivered.

Her head dropped back upon the mattress as she moaned. For a few brief moments, Jide’s hands massaged her breasts. Then, they moved back to pin her legs down, so she had no escape from his mouth.

To be continued...