Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2008 08:16:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: ROOM SERVICE

I'd worked at the Georgian, a 5 star hotel in London for the past three
months. Three months since I had left school. Maybe not the best job in the
world but one with perks which made it worth my while. I spent my days
flitting from room to room with room service. Room service?  General dog's
body may have been a better title.  As I say hardly exciting an exciting
job, but it did allow me a pass key to all rooms. Don't get me wrong, I'm
honest as the days long, but living at home it was hard to explore my
hobby. I had discovered on a wet Wednesday during the school holidays, that
my mother's lingerie was much nicer to wear. I had only had the one
opportunity to feel the softness of tights, and snugness of panties. But it
had made me want to explore those feelings some more. Living with mum, dad
as well as three brothers and sisters I yet to have the opportunity again.

It wasn't until I was asked to deliver some laundry to a guests room that I
realised the chances I was presented with. I'd let myself in, having tapped
on the door first, and meant to just leave the cleaning on the bed. But
having laid it down, I noticed some stockings draped over the back of a
chair. I couldn't resist, and had to feel them against my skin. I stood
there with my arm in one of the stocking feeling the silkiness. But I knew
now was not the time, as I was expected in the kitchens for teas. So I
carefully placed the stocking back as I had found it, and slipped out of
the room. As walked back to the service stairs my mind raced at the
possibilities that lay before me.

Two weeks must have slipped by, and my nerves failed me. I knew if I was
caught dismissal would only just out do the ridicule. So I bid my time and
fantasies. Ms Jane Farrell and her friend Sam Pinder were both stunning
woman, with the longest legs I had ever seen. Long legs, slim, perfect make
up and cute Adams apples. They'd checked in and I'd carried Jane's cases up
the to her suite. She's smiled and gave me a £5 tip. I left thinking of
those legs and wondering if I could ever dream of my legs looking so
wonderful. They were in adjoining suites and were booked in for the next
two weeks. I spent the first week using every chance I had to be their room
service. Learning their routine and watching. I soon noticed that most days
they would leave the hotel at 10.00 a.m and be away till late
afternoon. That I figured was the window I would need.

My day off for the second week was a Monday, but this Monday I intended to
be back in the hotel, in uniform but not working. I managed to slip in
unnoticed via the staff entrance and even if anyone had seen me they would
assume I was working an extra shift. At 10.00 a.m I stood at the far end of
the second floor corridor and watched Jane and Sam make their daily
exit. Once the lift doors had shut I walked up to Jane's suite and let
myself in. I could smell her perfume and all on the bed lay stockings. The
fates were being kind to me, but first I slipped to the window and watched
to make sure the two ladies left the hotel. They climbed into a taxi and
headed off towards Oxford Street.

I crossed to the bed and picked up the stockings. The excitement in me was
almost tearing me apart; my stomach filled with butterflies as I quickly
made sure the suites door was latched shut. Then I removed my shoes socks
and trousers. The stockings were dark grey and felt wonderful against the
skin of my arms. How would they feel on my legs? I could feel myself
becoming aroused, as the thought crossed my mind, how silly would I look in
just stockings! I needed panties, but I could not risk clean ones, in case
I stained them in my growing excitement. That was remedied compliments of
the laundry basket. Black panties with lace. I almost came as they slid up
my legs and I tucked myself into them. Next the suspender belt. Jane was a
largish woman so the belt fitted me nicely. I could hardly wait as I
crumpled the first stocking leg up and pushed my toes into them.

         I eased the nylon up my legs, making sure they were straight and
that I didn't make any runs in them. I stood up to pull the stocking fully
on. After some nervous and excited attempts I fumbled the stocking top to
the belt. The other leg was soon also dressed and I walked to the chapel
mirror to admire myself. I stood there, in stockings and black panties my
man hood trying to force its way through the thin panties material. I felt
so alive, so feminine. Maybe a bra? I still had hours left to enjoy
myself. I looked around for a matching bra.

It was then that I noticed the adjoining door to Sam's suite was ajar. That
had been shut, I was certain.  I heard a click and a soft laughter. The
door swung slowly open and I the doorway stood Sam, a camera in her hands
and a smile on her face. I felt myself redden and shrivel, as I stood there
in a guest's room, in her friend's lingerie and I knew at that moment I was
in the deepest trouble possible. Sam stepped into the room, looked at me
and smiled even more if that was possible. "You look beautiful darling,
such lovely legs". My only thought was to get out of there and fast. I
reached for m trousers but Sam was faster. She reached on to the bed and
snatched them up. "You won't need these for a while my darling". I felt as
if my world had collapsed, I felt physically sick and that death could be
no worse than this mess. Some mumbled excuses and pleading escaped from my
lips, but Sam just smiled. "Don't worry sweetie, I totally understand but I
feel I must help you explore your feminine side some more" With one finger
she motioned me to follow her, as I stepped from one suite into what I
assumed would be a nightmare and total humiliation.

This is my first attempt at such a theme. I would welcome some feed back
and if anyone would be interested in part two?