Shhh... They Will Hear Us

Chapter 8

I looked back at the TV where the sister had slipped her hand inside her brother's pajama bottoms. We both watched in silence (if you don't count heavy breathing) as the shape of her hand moved up and down his c**k. As she did this, her brother slipped his own hand inside of her panties. As soon as he did this, she spread her legs a little and slippery sounds began to issue as she shuddered and widened her legs even more.

The brother had just started caressing both his sister's breasts with his free hand, gently kneading and pilling her erect n****e when a knock at the door startled us both so badly we jumped.

"Who is it?" Gretta shouted in a unnaturally high pitched, guilty and slightly panicked voice while she desperately searched for the TV controller.

From the other side of the door came the muffled reply, "Room Service."

"Oh yeah" she said as she found the remote and thumbed the program off, "Just a second, I'll be right there."

"I think I'll let you get that," I said frantically looking around for something, anything to drape over my lap, "The money's in the right hand pocket of my pants. Passing me on the way to the door, she tossed me the shirt I had worn earlier in the day about the exact moment I located a pillow. Feeling absurd, I sat back down on the couch, threw the shirt over my lap, sat the pillow on top of that and placed my glass of wine on top of the pillow. It looked like I had created a makeshift table for wine instead of a makeshift drape for a hard d**k.

"Come in" Gretta was saying, "and set that on the table. Could you leave the corkscrew?"

The guy bringing the wine was young. I like it when people in service jobs are young. Generally this means they're working their way through school and not really doing that sort of for a living. I guessed that this was the case with this guy.

He wasn't quite as young as we were at the time, but still a young sport, no more than twenty-two. "Sure" he said, placing the corkscrew along with the two bottles of wine on the table and watching Gretta as she knelt down with one knee on the floor to get the money out of my pocket. I followed his gaze and could see what commanded his attention. Gretta wasn't facing us. We could see her from the side. When she knelt down I could see that she had never gotten around to putting her panties back on. Her shirt rode up nearly to her waist exposing not only her thigh, but most of her side as well. She seemed to be having difficulty locating the money. "What pocket is it in?" she asked turning her face in our direction.

"The right hand pocket" I repeated.

"I'm really sorry" she said glancing back at the room service guy, "I'll have your tip in just a second.

"Don't worry about it" he said, "Just take your time, I'm not in a big rush."

I'll just bet he wasn't. Clearly he was enjoying himself but I had to give him credit for the degree of savoir-faire he showed in dealing with the situation.

"Going to school?" I asked conversationally.

"How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess, mind if I ask where?"

"Not at all, DU School of Law."

"How's this job work with that?"

"Great, on this shift I get to study when I'm not taking orders to rooms. Late at night, that's just about all of the time."

"What're you studying tonight?"

"Don't ask", he said stealing a quick glance at Gretta's smooth thigh and beyond. Constitutional Law, I was glad to have a break from the grind."

"I'll bet."

Gretta continued to fumble for what seemed like an eternity while our guest was treated to views of Gretta I'm willing to bet even some boyfriends had missed out on. Then, at last, triumphantly, "Here it is!" followed by "Oh Hell!" and the sound of many coins hitting the floor.

Forgetting Room Service entirely, she scrambled around on all fours chasing the coins as they rolled in every direction. One hand clutched the ten-dollar tip and the other moved rapidly picking up quarters pennies and dimes.

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