I'm staying in a hotel the next two weeks while I'm traveling overseas for work. I had 2 LONG days with 6-hrs sleep total, so after I masturbated late late last night, I crawled onto the bed naked and just crashed around 5am.

The room I'm staying in is a suite and you can't see the bed from the doorway. -- I over slept this morning by a LOT, I mean, it was after 2pm before I finally woke up to my cell ringing like crazy. I tossed on some boxers, went to the couch in the "front" room and started working again (after returning my missed calls). A few minutes later there was a light knock on the door and the housekeeper opened it. I told her I was fine, she kept asking was I sure, no towels or anything needs replacing. I kept saying 'no' and she finally left. At that point I was just freaking out b/c I'd slept too long so I wasn't worried about having my bed made.

After dinner tonight I decided I wanted to jerk off again before bed, but try as I may, I couldn't find the little hotel lotion I used the night/morning before, but I found the lid no problem. The lotion bottle is literally not here, trust me I've looked everywhere, even the trash. I have come to 2 conclusions. 1) There are gnomes that snuck into the room and stole the lotion 2) The housekeeper's first visit wasn't at 2:30 in the afternoon. Since gnomes don't carry master hotel keys, I'm leaning towards: the housekeeper stopped by, I didn't answer when she knocked/spoke, she came in and started to clean up. She saw that the lotion had been left on the table in front of the sofa, where I'd masturbated and later found the lid. Seeing the open lotion bottle, she picked it up, saw me naked on the bed in the next room and left. That scenario kind of explains why she kept asking if I was sure I didn't need anything replaced, which even in my newly awakened OMG state seemed strange.

However, if she did come in, like I now strongly suspect, I have to wonder how long she stayed before she left. As exhausted as I was I wouldn't have woken up unless she turned on a vacuum or something, even then, who knows since the alarm clock didn't wake me. -- The thing is, you can see into the bedroom once you step into the room only a few feet, it's a pretty open design and I left the door into the bedroom wide open. The room door is at the far corner of the room, everything in the room is to the left of the entrance way, so she'd had to have been blind not to have seen me in bed well before she got to the table by the sofa. I mean, you have to walk straight towards the bed to get to the table, unless you're staring at your feet you see into the bedroom. So, assuming she isn't blind, why continue to come into the room and begin the process of cleaning up? And more importantly, why didn't she replace the lotion bottle...she obviously knew I used the lotion?

I'd kinda like to repeat the scenario and watch what happens when I'm "asleep", but seeing as I don't know the normal time she makes her rounds, and seeing as I can't really afford to blow off another day waiting for her to show, I may have to live with the mystery. But, the idea of her coming in, and maybe staying a few extra moments so as to get a peak at a reasonably fit, young 30s American, naked in bed is kinda hot. If I can swing working from the hotel one day, maybe I'll stay in my boxers and let her clean up. Ideas of what to do from there? Do I "accidentally" let my cock fall out? Get an "unexpected" erection I can't seem to hide? Not say anything and start looking at porn? Check the time and decide I HAVE to shower so I can leave? I know sex and nudity isn't as taboo in Europe but it still feels like a touchy line to cross, especially since I'm here for so long...but being seen/caught/watched by a housekeeper is a definite fantasy of mine. It seems like I *may* have one that took the time for at least a modest look when given the chance to see me naked, but she also obviously didn't hang around that long or come back in once she left (or I assume she'd brought back more lotion), so it's far from a slam dunk....but...I would like to exploit the situation to see what happens if given another chance, and I have just under 2-weeks to make it happen.

Well, whattayaknow -- one of my potential DoubleList hookups actually came through! As a 73 y/o guy with an average dick and plain (at best) looks, I'm still amazed by whatever sexual adventure comes my way. Sure, I have my 20-year-younger hot-as-fuck red-haired FWB who I've been fucking since 2013, but because we're 900 miles apart, it's a 1x or 2x/year encounter. The rest of the time, I'm scouring the Denver ads for a companion.

Mira (not her real name) is a 55-y/o divorcee with two kids, (a son 20 and a daughter 16). She reached out to me because she was looking for someone to role-play as her daddy, and we spent three weeks texting back and forth, each time getting more and more filthy. The problem involved a hookup venue. My wife is literally home almost ALL the time, and Mira's daughter is usually around her place as well. We were frustrated to find a place to fuck, and I didn't want to spring for a hotel unless I absolutely had to.

The breakthrough came today. We were texting earlier in the afternoon when I reminded her she'd talked about going to an adult arcade. After considerable back-and-forth, she came over to my place, around 6:30 pm and I drove her to the arcade on West Colfax here in Denver. She's about 5-6 and 160 pounds, with big tits (see photo) that are very sensitive. I was wearing my standard arcade outfit: drawstring shorts, t-shirt, sandals, no underwear. She had on an ankle-length polka-dot print dress, which was low-cut in front to show off her impressive cleavage.

I chastised her for wearing so much clothing, given the prospective activities on tap. After we paid our entry fee and took a quick tour of the arcade, we settled onto one of the bench-type seats in the mini-theater that shows hetero porn. While making out, I discovered she was wearing a fairly substantial bra, although she extracted her breasts so I could suck on and twist her nipples. Shortly thereafter, a chubby guy in his 60s sat down next to us, and Mira encouraged him to latch onto her other teat. I stood up, dropped my shorts, and she went to town on my cock. I'm guessing she sucked it for about 15 minutes, while the guy next to her was jerking his own member and playing with her tits. Then she had me sit so she could crouch down on the floor in front of me to get better leverage on my dick.

Mira did a superb job, and I eventually filled up her oral cavity. Since I'm only 5.5", she had no problem taking me entirely into her mouth, and she moaned considerably as my cum splashed against the back of her throat. She turned to the other guy and stood up to blow him, bending over at the waist so I could finger her from behind. I smacked her ass for having worn such a challenging outfit. The dress seemed like it was made from yards and yards of cloth. I told her, "Next time, sweetie, you're wearing a button-down blouse, no bra, a short skirt, and no panties."

The XXX film being shown in the theater was SO LOUD that it was distracting to her ministrations, so the three of us went over to the room that has the glory hole wall. It's designed so there's a platform where guys can ascend on a few stairs, while the person doing the cock-sucking stands at floor level. The old guy stuck his cock through the long, oval-shaped opening, and Mira went back to work. I talked her into taking off her panties, which she did and promptly shoved into my pocket. While she sucked, I got her to spread her thighs and finger-fucked the shit out of her pussy. Mira says she always takes a long time to orgasm, and on this night she didn't get there, but she was soaking wet and made lots of old-orgasmic noises.

The guy blew his load and backed off the platform, thanking her profusely for the skillful job she'd done. The next guy was ready to take his turn, so Mira instructed him to climb the steps and present his dick through the hole. He was 40-ish, tall and stocky, and Mira was delighted to see how well his thick circumcised cock fit in her mouth. He was a long timer; I'm guessing Mira sucked on him for at least 20 minutes without a break. She'd just admitted to starting to taste his old-cum when the entire encounter got shut down. We'd apparently forgotten to shut the door to the room -- it's only been in the past six months that this particular booth even HAD a door -- and management officially frowns on "lewd public conduct and/or nudity." We were ushered rather unceremoniously out the front door and told not to return. The Black guy never did get his rocks off, which Mira thought was a real shame. "I bet he was working up a massive load," she said in a disappointed voice as we drove away.

After dropping her off at her car, we traded follow-up messages once she returned home. I suggested we try a different arcade next time, and she agreed it would be fun to have a Round Two. Earlier, when we were driving to the arcade, she'd said several times how nervous she was, never having been to an arcade before. At the end of the evening's conversation, though, when I complimented her on having gotten over her nervousness so quickly after we'd arrived at the arcade, she wrote this: "Once I get turned on, I'll do almost anything. Other than that, I'm in respectable regular-mom mode." Somehow, I don't think it'll take long to extract her from that mindset the next time we meet!