My partner and I were touring around the south west corner of Western Australia some years ago. We had booked into a motel for a few days in a small tourist town and after a long day’s driving and sightseeing and I wanted to put my feet up and relax. I found reception, parked the car and we went in. The woman at the reception desk was a well dressed, slim, nicely built blonde with wedding ring and large engagement ring prominently on display. She was the type that clearly knew she was good looking and flaunted it something like a game show hostess does or used to. She was in her mid thirties and as I was mid sixties I knew she wouldn’t even be considering having me root her (the snooty bitch!). My partner does all of the talking when we book into these places so I left her to do the pleasantries and to find out where the local eateries etc were. After we were given the key and directions to our room and as we walked there, even my partner commented how up herself the reception woman was. Mind you my partner can be a bit on the catty side sometimes but this time I agreed with her as I had already made up my mind that I wouldn’t fuck this woman even if she asked me nicely and sucked my cock and balls with great enthusiasm first. Talk’s cheap.

We arrived at our room which was set in a small block of two, across the car park, down the hill a bit and surrounded by trees. A nice setting. There was a woman trundling a cleaning cart around out the front of the next door and servicing the unit for the next guests. She was an older woman about early to mid fifties and she must have been a knockout when she was a girl. She was still attractive and when my partner wasn’t watching, we exchanged polite smiles as I unloaded our things from the car. My partner put the kettle on and we sat on the bed and logged onto the motel wifi and proceeded to check our emails etc. before we headed out to find somewhere for dinner. I finished and my partner went to the loo so I waited out the front of our room and struck up a conversation with the cleaning woman who was just finishing the room next door to us. After a while my partner appeared and I excused myself to the cleaner and we headed for the car and went into town to eat.

The following day we explored the township and after lunch my partner wanted to do a craft shop crawl, something I could always do without and so I left her to it and told her I would see her back at the motel when she was ready. I arrived back to a nearly deserted motel car park and duly lobbed into my room and kicked back on the bed to read a book, leaving the door open allowing fresh air to blow though. Time passed and I tired of my book so I placed it down beside me on the bed and just looked out the door at the quiet sunny little car park and the trees blowing in the gentle breeze. I saw the reception woman cross the car park and then a car came into the car park and then all was quiet again.

About half an hour passed and I heard the cleaning woman trundling her cart across the car park heading for her next room to work on I suppose. It turned out to be in the block just across from our block. I could see her coming and going to her supplies on her cart. She wasn’t dressed in a uniform but just a normal street dress. I watched her bend over a few times and being the lecherous old git that I am I fanaticized about doing her doggie style and taking her by surprise in the middle of the car park, my tool rooting into her up to my balls and nearly lifting her off the ground with each stabbing thrust. I was playing with myself through my pants as I lay on the bed watching her. I reasoned that I was pretty safe in the relative darkness of my room from anyone seeing me more or less masturbating as I perved on this woman’s arse. I was getting randier by the second and decide to go out and ask her for a spare blanket or something. I walked across the sunny car park, with the bulge prominent in the front of my pants, to the room she was working on and struck up a conversation about the weather or something similar. It turned out she works to supplement her insurance payout but also to keep herself busy as it is pretty quiet in this little town as her husband had died some time ago (hence the insurance payout) and the kids had long since moved out to the big city. There was some interaction between us and she kept looking me straight in the eyes with this intense look. I finally got around to asking her for the extra blanket. She replied that she would have to get one from the storeroom and would bring it to my room shortly. I nodded and returned to my room and put my feet up again.

Time passed and I covertly played with myself through my pants as I lay on the bed and fanaticized about her. I finally saw her coming across the car park and I checked out her tits until she stopped to knock on the open door. I got up and went to take the blanket from her but she said she would put it in the cupboard for me so as to not clutter the room, which made sense. She reached up to put the blanket in the cupboard and I approached her from behind to help her place it high on the shelf. She backed up and into me as I reach over the top of her. I put my hand on her shoulder as a reflex and she backed her arse into my groin once more. I kicked the door to our room closed and took hold of her tits. She held my hands on her tits as if I wasn’t squeezing tight enough and I accommodated her, massaging her tits in a tight pulsating action, rubbing my tool up against her butt, dry rooting into her.

“Not here” she exclaimed and instructed me to go around to the back of the building to the storeroom marked “Linen” in five minutes and she would be there. She opened the door and left. The next five minutes were an eternity. Five minutes later I left and closed the door to my room and found the door marked “Linen” around the back of the building. I checked up and down the laneway and ducked into the room. It turns out it was the linen store and laundry complete with washing machines and dryers churning away processing the washing from the night before.

She stood there beside one of the washers with her dress unbuttoned slightly at the neck line, more than it had been in my room. I stepped forward and undid more buttons to expose her bra. I scooped out her tits and sucked on each nipple in turn. She had lovely olive coloured skin and brunette hair. Her tits were nice and round and plump. I licked them all over which prompted an “oooh” from her and resumed sucking her nipples again. She was squeezing my tool through my pants. I reached down and unzipped myself without missing a suck of her delicious nipples. She took my lead and fished out my tool and proceeded to wank me with a good firm grip that made it feel like my tool was going to explode. I couldn’t stand it any longer and turned her around, bent her over the nearest washing machine, lifted her dress up and hitched it up on her back. I pulled her panties off and undid my belt and trousers and let them drop around my ankles. My tool was red and engorged and hard, sticking out just above the horizontal. A disgustingly animal looking lump of throbbing meat swinging from side to side as I stepped up to penetrate her. The knob was shiny and tight and I took it and inserted it and pushed deep into her. She jumped slightly as it pressed into her and she let out a quiet gasp, followed by a few more gasps as I rammed it into her again and again, driving her into the machine as she held onto the sides for support. Her tits were dragging on top surface as she moved back and forth with my thrusting. I could hear that lovely slapping sound as I humped into her buns. It was hot in there because of the dryers and I was sweating like a pig as I worked to service her twat. I could only imagine my tool with her pussy lips wrapped around it, milking it as I strived to deliver my hot jism into her. The machine was moving around with my brutal humping. She was getting very vocal and then finally she let out a scream as she came. That for me was so horny that my orgasm followed very soon after, emptying my load into her waiting hole with two or three very satisfying squirts. The whole exercise nearly killed me (I am not as young as I used to be) and I had to rest after blowing into her. We cleaned up and I thanked her and I retired to my room.

My partner returned after an hour or so and showed me all of the things she had bought and I had to wonder how we would get them into our suit cases without exceeding the airline’s weight restrictions. Funny what goes through your head after you have had a root with a stranger.

The following day it took some fast talking to get my partner to go shopping once more for presents for people we had forgotten about but I managed it. After she had departed I saw my cleaning woman go around to the linen room and followed her in and closed the door. She turned to look at me and knew what I wanted.

“I don’t have time today as I have too many rooms to do. What about tomorrow?” she enquired.

“I’ll be gone tomorrow. C’mon, let me do you. I’ll be quick!” was my desperate reply. “Suck me first and then I’ll do you on top of the machine.” That brought a smile to her face and she dropped to her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants. I stripped off my shirt as I knew this was going to get me hot. She took out my tool and slurped it into her mouth, fondling my balls as she sucked. She had such a soft warm mouth. Her lips sucked gently around my knob, tonguing the eye as I watched on before she got serious and gobbled down the entire length. I love that feeling of a woman’s lips wrapped around the base of my cock.

I undid my pants and let them drop to my ankles and pushed my undies down as well as I could. She had a suck like a Hoover that made me weak at the knees. Her head shot back and forth along my shaft like a crazed pigeon. She came up for a gasp occasionally before swallowing me once more. As much as I wanted her to go on all day, I knew we both had time constraints and I really wanted to dump another load into her twat. I hauled her up to her feet and lifted her up onto the top of the closest washing machine. I opened her legs and lifted her dress as I stood between her legs. She lifted her bum so that I could strip her panties off. I pulled her close to the edge of the machine, spread her twat lips with one hand and held her leg with the other. My tool swung around wildly without my hand to guide it as I staggered and tried to insert it into her hole. It finally steadied up and I aimed and plunged it into her, up to my balls. My meat was painfully hard, the situation was so horny. I gazed down at my tool with each thrust as it coursed in and out of her, her pussy lips wrapped around the shaft and both glistening with our juices. I grabbed her legs under her thighs and pulled her onto me to give myself more purchase to ram into her. She had her head back, her mouth slightly open and with a little smile on her face she watched me enjoying myself. She leant back on her hands supporting herself. With my tool still hanging out of her, I ripped the top of her dress open to expose her tits, unclipped the front of her bra and let her tits fall out, jiggling and wobbling in front of me. She thrust them out and they jiggled about rolling back and forth as I grabbed her legs again and continued to pound into her. I was starting to weaken and I was moving my whole body striving to release my load into her. I could feel the pressure in my face and neck as if my head was going to explode. I must have been going red in the face. She reached forward and fondled my chest. Fueled by that and her tits jumping about, I made one last burst of thrusting, moving the machine with her on it and finally blew one, two, three good spurts of hot jism deep inside her. I managed the final breathless thrusts, making sure she got every drop of my semen before I nearly collapsed on top of her. She put one arm around me as I lay forward on top of her and tried to hold us both up with her other hand. I didn’t stay like that for long as I didn’t want to squash her and also we had to go. I hitched up my pants and put my shirt on and thanked her once again before disappearing out of the laundry and back to my room. I decide to go for a walk to cool off lest my partner come back and enquire why I looked so exhausted. Besides I had to rest, as she had promised I could root her in the shower that night which is a ritual we do in every motel/hotel room we stay in.