I dressed, thinking of her all the time. — I know the class, and that they are nearly always accessible, and doubt if nay chamber-maid at an hotel is a virgin, tho she may not have lost her virginity in hotel service. — I have had several of them, and have rarely been re-fused. It is altogether a question of money and opportunity. Few of the class are really handsome, but all are well grown, strongly built, and are good firm, solid, flesh, from knee to neck.
I made up my mind to try her. It was a few days since I had had a woman, and my hard wrinkled testicles and a periodic throbbing of my prick, told me what was wanted and urged me on. I dressed, and rang for more hot water. She brought it in. — “By Jupiter you are handsome.” — She smiled. “How long have you been here?” “Three months.” “I shall give you lots of trouble.” “Very well sir.” “So there's half a crown for you, but I must have a kiss.” — She took it, and let me embrace her easily, tho with sham re— assistance. I kissed and kissed, putting one hand round her waist, one round her bum, drawing her close up to me and wriggling my belly against hers, with an insinuating, half fucking movement. — “Shouldn't I like to be in bed with you.” — She broke away. — “Let me go — let me go, I'm watched — it will be noticed if I'm in the room long,” said she in a low tone.
After breakfast going to my room I rang for more hot water. — I caught her, kissed, and tried the belly wriggling dodge again. — Angrily disengaging herself, “You'll get me into trouble, let me go,” said she, “the head woman can see every room I go into on this side, and if I'm long in one I shall get dismissed.” “Come to me to-night.” “I can't.”
The hotel was large. From the staircase two long corridors ran like the letter L, and at the angle was the head woman's room and linen store, she could thus see the length of two corridors, but not along another connecting with one of them. This maid had my corridor and the other to attend to.
My friend called for me, and drove me off for the rest of the day. I could not help myself, but anything which interfered with my cunt hunting, annoys me. I have if possible given up anything, everything, when on the female scent, so was glad when night came, and got to the hotel. — I winked when I saw her, but she kept a quite stolid face, and I found afterwards that she was looking to see if the head woman was visible. — I rang for “Whiskey and water.” “Please, sir, ring for the water.” Disappointed I did. The whiskey went into the chamber pot.
Just opposite my room were water closets. I watched thro my door ajar till I saw her, and fancied she was loitering near my room, but was not sure. Waiting, and watching, and thinking, my prick stood painfully. I crossed over to the closets, which were at the end of a short lobby, inside which I stood with the door open and beckoned her. She shook her head slightly and opened her eyes wide at me. It looked like willingness, so I re-crossed to my room, and rang. “Bring me a hot foot-bath.” “There are baths down stairs, sir.” “I want one here.”
What shall I do when she brings it, thought I — my lewedness made me reckless, and yet I was nervous. — Was she one of the “thus far thou shall't go and no further” sort, or was she game. I took off coat and waistcoat. — She came in with the bath, I caught hold of her and kissed her. — “Come in for ten minutes only and I'll give you a sovereign.” — It was treating her like a harlot I know, but I was reckless. — “I can't — let me go, sir.” — Then she brought the hot water. “Shall I pour some out?” “Do dear,” and I repeated my offer. “Impossible — anything else, sir?” “Look what a state your charms have put me in,” and I pulled out my prick, rigid and flamming. Her eyes opened and she stared at it. — “Impossible, — I was never asked such a thing before, oh if we stay three minutes in any room when it's a gentleman's, we are marked, the old woman is always on the watch.” “Go to the water closet and I'll go to you there.” She shook her head and went out, looking bold and lewed.
I now felt sure I should have her somewhere or some-how, and went to bed. — In the morning she brought me hot water. I had kept in bed, stiffened my penis in anticipation, and at the proper moment threw off my clothes, and exhibited my manhood. — “Stop only five minutes and I'll give you a sovereign, — there it is on the table for you.” “Impossible,” but she lingered. I jumped out of bed, seized one of her hands and put it to my prick, then thrust my hand up her clothes on to her thighs, and I felt the motte. — “For God's sake don't — the door's open, the old woman was standing at the stairs as I came in — I shall lose my place.” “Where can I speak to you?” “In the housemaids' closet round the left,” said she struggling to get away, but speaking in a whisper. I with the cunning and tricks of my youth which I find just as servicable now at times, dropped on my knees, and had got both my hands on her backside and belly, when with a violent effort she got away.
She means it evidently, but she is peculiar thought I — and soon after breakfast loitered into the lobby round the left, and out of sight of the head woman, a middle aged, sour looking matron, whom I saw patrolling the lobbies frequently. — There I found water closets similar in plan to those opposite to my room, and next to them a door not like a bed room's. I pushed it open found it filled with candlesticks, baths and such like, and she was sitting on a stool cleaning things. “If you're seen in here I shall get dismissed I tell you,” said she starting up. “When can I speak with you? I've something to say.” “I don't know, I never can know when she may not come, except when she's eating; pray go out.” “When does she eat?” “Her break-fast's at half-past seven, and dinner at half-past twelve; I dine after her this week.” “I'll be here at half-past twelve.” “It's of no use, I won't let you; now pray go, that's her footstep.” But it was a man's. I left full of hope, after a little more talk. My friend again came for me, I wished him at the devil but went out with him, and got back about 12 o'clock, promising to be with him in the afternoon, then went to my room irritable with lust. The corridors were empty — the visitors to that town were almost exclusively commercial men, who at that time were mostly out on business, and the corridors were silent. At a minute after the half hour, I saw the maid walk leisurely round the corner. In another minute I was in the lamp closet with her.
No. She would not, she dare not. What did I take her for. — How many dozens of servants, seamstresses and others, have asked that question of me? I begged, flattered, felt her thighs with less resistance, shewed my prick, and then “here is the sovereign.” She would meet me out in a day or two. All right, but I must have her now, who would know, for the old woman was feeding. — “Go into the water closet and I will follow.” No they were forbidden to go to those closets — but at length she consented. I went to a closet first. She followed directly, and then standing up against the wall, I felt the large thighs and hairy notch, and in a minute or two, my machine was discharging the ac-cumulation of some days' continence in that big woman's cunt. She felt the pleasure, wriggled, sighed, pocketed the gold, and went off. — In a minute after when buttoned up, I went out and pushed open the lamp closet door. She was not there.
I went to my room and washed my penis, eased and pleased, but with lust strong on me as ever — increased in fact. — Surely there will be time for another before the old dragon has fed, thought I, so sat feeling my cock, which in a few minutes rose again in full glory. — I peeped out towards the staircase, saw no one — went again to the lobby — passed a man who took no notice of me (I had purposely put hat and coat on, and carried a stick), opened the lamp room door, and there was she.