Roni and the bellboy

	Username: maxbar
	Date: 11-Jul-2022 14:17:32
	Mood: in love
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The Diplomat Motel sat on the corner of Atlantic City’s main drag of and a side street, only a block long, which led to the famous boardwalk and the Atlantic Ocean.

It was four o’clock on a beautiful Indian Summer October day.  Roni and I had been out since nine that morning and decided to stop back at our room before going to dinner.

I placed the shifter into neutral and looked to my right at my fiancée. “How about a little nookie? Sex is always best on an empty stomach.”

She smiled. “It is, but you’ll have to bribe me with a little champagne first.”

“One of the best parts of this motel is the liquor store across the street,” I said.

“Well, trot on over and see what they have that’s cold. While you’re gone, I’ll take off my clothes and make myself gorgeous for you.”

“You’re already gorgeous, but take your clothes off anyway. But before you do, call the desk and ask them to send up a bucket of ice in case the wine isn’t cold enough.”

“I can do that, but you’ll probably be back before they get someone to deliver to ice.”

“Be right back.” I kissed her before locking the car and heading to the store.

Less than fifteen minutes later, with a bottle of New York State’s finest champagne in hand, I trudged up the stairs and down the balcony to find our room door slightly ajar. When I stepped into the room I found Roni looking through her purse for a tip to give the bellboy who had delivered the ice bucket. What really tickled me was the fact that Roni was wearing an almost see-thru powder blue night gown. She would later argue that she had on more that what she might wear to the beach, but her dark, brick red nipples showed through the flimsy material and the boy and I could see more than a hint of her beautiful, curly bush at the same time.

She finally handed the kid his tip. He mumbled something that vaguely sounded like thank-you and almost tripped over me when he turned around. I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt more from the boner probably working its way down the leg if his pants or some form of embarrassment getting caught looking at my wife wearing a very sexy nightie.

“Oh, good,” Roni said. “You got a nice wine.”

I didn’t try to hide my lecherous grin. “That’s not all I’ve got. My cock has more than doubled in size watching you put on a show for that kid. Take my word for it, if you let a guy look at you wearing that thing, you don’t have to tip him.”

She took the bottle of wine from my hand. “Don’t be silly. I didn’t put on a show. I was just surprised that someone came up so quickly. I had already changed and couldn’t put my clothes back on. Besides, you can’t see anything.”

“I can’t? Take a look in the mirror. With the air conditioner cranking your hard nipples are as hard as acorns and they show right through the material, and I may be mistaken but isn’t that dark triangle of hair between your legs showing nicely?”

She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. “Oh, I guess if I move a little, the material does sort of cling to me and, hmm, you can see just a little.”

“And what we saw was absolutely lovely.”

“You really think he looked?”

I laughed. “Of course he looked. And now he’s probably in some men’s room stroking his dick to relieve all the sexual tensions you built up in him.” I took her hand and placed it on my crotch. “Feel what looking at you does to a guy?”

“Oh, sweetie, you certainly did get hard. Was that because you could see through my nightie or did your kinky mind like that boy seeing a little more of me than most men do?”

“Definitely both.”

“Well good,” she said, “we had better not waste that big hard erection of yours. Take your clothes off while I open the wine. Didn’t you mention something about wanting to fuck me before dinner?”

Here’s an old photo of what the bellboy saw…