I had been to this hotel several times, so now every time I had to step inside it I was always kind of weary of the receptionists' eyes on me. Hopefully, and quite possibly it was just one of my mind's thousands of tricks.
My customer texted me his room number earlier in the day. Feeling quite confident and collected, not expecting anything, especially regarding his age or appearance, I knocked on the door lightly and waited for the door to click open just a tiny crack, as discretion is normally preferred and appreciated in this situation.
As the door opened and he materialised before my eyes, although I had learned not to have any speculation or curiosity about my customers, to be frankly I was still taken aback by his attractiveness. He was not exactly the type of guy that would catch your eyes when walking down the streets, aka not the model slash pretty face slash Greek God attractive. He seemed to have a naturally amiable features, however, and what made him even more charismatic were his slightly cute, shy smile and gentlemanly gestures.
He greeted me with a shy smile and the simple "How are you?" Standard stuff. I unloaded my backpack and slowly climbed into bed with him. The TV was on. He is Australian, but of half Vietnamese half Chinese descent.
"You don't understand Mandarin, do you?" I looked at him with gentle interest.
"Haha, no. I just put the TV on for the sake of it." Another cute smile. Ah my heart was melting seeing the creases around his eyes from the smile.
"Would you like to shower first?" I asked. Simply because rarely am I not a sweaty mess.
"Oh, haha. Sure." And he was definitely nervous.
We jumped into the shower. He complimented my body and offered me a fresh new towel. And now we were in the bed again, except that this time we were both stripped naked. We looked at each other for a few seconds and smiled dumbly, neither of us making a move. Usually this would ring an alarm bell in my brain, because most people would classify any silence "awkward" or "uncomfortable", but with this guy, even silence under the most unusual situation there is, felt comfortable, like his aura, like everything was supposed to be that way: perfectly natural.
Needless to say, the sex was great. And what happens when the sex is good for me? I giggle. And several times we had to stop and try to turn up the TV volume, for fear of customer complaints and being ejected out of the place. Except that shitty TV couldn't get any louder than a whisper.
After the first round, lying side by side, I said, "Usually after sex guys just wanna crash while girls wanna cuddle. It's funny actually."
Being the sweet guy he was, "We can cuddle." And so we did, very not awkwardly, as I usually am with cuddles, not to mention stranger cuddles, fuck-the-first-time-we-meet cuddles.
Cheesy as it sounds, it was just like we had known each other for at least a month, as we were lying there talking like we were close friends. How amazing and wondrous!
When the time was up, he pointed to the counter on which the money was placed. As I was collecting my stuff and ready to head out, he thanked me genuinely. "That was my first and last time doing this. Thank you for the amazing experience." That was when I knew he was the bucket-list kind.
Feeling buzzed, he saw me to the door (?) and we hugged farewell.
Two things were certain: 1) I would never forget that day. 2) We were never going to see each other again in our lives, unless God was bored and wanted to play some games with us foolish mortals.
And we have never talked again since.
My customer texted me his room number earlier in the day. Feeling quite confident and collected, not expecting anything, especially regarding his age or appearance, I knocked on the door lightly and waited for the door to click open just a tiny crack, as discretion is normally preferred and appreciated in this situation.
As the door opened and he materialised before my eyes, although I had learned not to have any speculation or curiosity about my customers, to be frankly I was still taken aback by his attractiveness. He was not exactly the type of guy that would catch your eyes when walking down the streets, aka not the model slash pretty face slash Greek God attractive. He seemed to have a naturally amiable features, however, and what made him even more charismatic were his slightly cute, shy smile and gentlemanly gestures.
He greeted me with a shy smile and the simple "How are you?" Standard stuff. I unloaded my backpack and slowly climbed into bed with him. The TV was on. He is Australian, but of half Vietnamese half Chinese descent.
"You don't understand Mandarin, do you?" I looked at him with gentle interest.
"Haha, no. I just put the TV on for the sake of it." Another cute smile. Ah my heart was melting seeing the creases around his eyes from the smile.
"Would you like to shower first?" I asked. Simply because rarely am I not a sweaty mess.
"Oh, haha. Sure." And he was definitely nervous.
We jumped into the shower. He complimented my body and offered me a fresh new towel. And now we were in the bed again, except that this time we were both stripped naked. We looked at each other for a few seconds and smiled dumbly, neither of us making a move. Usually this would ring an alarm bell in my brain, because most people would classify any silence "awkward" or "uncomfortable", but with this guy, even silence under the most unusual situation there is, felt comfortable, like his aura, like everything was supposed to be that way: perfectly natural.
Needless to say, the sex was great. And what happens when the sex is good for me? I giggle. And several times we had to stop and try to turn up the TV volume, for fear of customer complaints and being ejected out of the place. Except that shitty TV couldn't get any louder than a whisper.
After the first round, lying side by side, I said, "Usually after sex guys just wanna crash while girls wanna cuddle. It's funny actually."
Being the sweet guy he was, "We can cuddle." And so we did, very not awkwardly, as I usually am with cuddles, not to mention stranger cuddles, fuck-the-first-time-we-meet cuddles.
Cheesy as it sounds, it was just like we had known each other for at least a month, as we were lying there talking like we were close friends. How amazing and wondrous!
When the time was up, he pointed to the counter on which the money was placed. As I was collecting my stuff and ready to head out, he thanked me genuinely. "That was my first and last time doing this. Thank you for the amazing experience." That was when I knew he was the bucket-list kind.
Feeling buzzed, he saw me to the door (?) and we hugged farewell.
Two things were certain: 1) I would never forget that day. 2) We were never going to see each other again in our lives, unless God was bored and wanted to play some games with us foolish mortals.
And we have never talked again since.
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