Room Serviced: Giving in to the Pacific
Matt Coolomon

....I watched the room service man walk around the room touching things and moving others as if he was inspecting the job housekeeping had done. I wondered if he was going to have sex with me and felt my knees weaken at the thought. His hands were large and powerful. I imagined being handled by them the way I’d fantasised, being caressed and undressed by them.
He walked slowly behind me and I felt his arm brush against my back. I turned my head but didn't look up at him, and he casually stepped around and sat down on the coffee table in front of me. He looked up and I met his eyes, confused and suddenly aware of the cool sea breeze between my legs.
He took a moment to speak, slowly looking me up and down. "You know, old Harry the gardener was watching you at the beach this afternoon," he said as if he was talking about the weather, and my heart stopped beating as a flurry of warm little tingles swarmed from all over my body and exploded deep in the centre of my belly.
I couldn't respond to what he'd said. I just stared down at his head as he placed his glass on the coffee table. The man then looked up at me again, with a smile I couldn't quite fathom.
His hands moved up behind my knees and softly stroked the back of my thighs.
I had already submitted.....
Room Giving in to the Pacific was originally published in 3 parts. This is the full story available as an eBook and in paperback.