Paula was working at the Super Seven Motel just for the summer. Her two boys were with her mom and the doctorate program was on break from the spring session. It was a no brainer job that started early and let out about two p.m. Being able to see and do things with her kids in the afternoons was a perfect fit for her and the motel. Working six days a week was grueling, but Paula was about to bank most of the money. Saving for next semester was paramount in her long term plan. A Phd in psychology would allow her to start a private practice, find a suitable place for her family and do some of the things they were able to afford since her no-good husband left.
It was a very hot day and things were starting off slow. The two hundred room motel was less than half full. Paula knew she and the staff of 9 'room turnover specialists' would knock that task out in no time.
After the morning huddle with the lead supervisor, Paula was on her way to the cart room. Not paying attention rounding the corner, she almost ran into Filiberto.
"Excuse me Filibero. It's all my fault."
"No problem Paula, the pleasure is all mine."
Was he flirting with her again? She never could tell. He was so nice to her, all the time. She was able to get a quick whiff of his semi-intoxicating cologne. She thought she hadn't been that close to a man in over two years. What a long time. Just the thought, she could feel her panties slightly getting wet. She had nothing immediately to say. He was still standing there staring into her eyes. 'Say something', she thought.
Filiberto was an olive skinned Mexican National that worked for the maintenance department. They often engaged in small talk, for she just like to hear his accent. It was really sexy. He also always unbuttoned his work shirt mid way down his chest, showing off that cro magnon motif.
Paula quickly just turned and walked hurriedly to the cart room. Gathering her work gear and heading to the first dirty room on her chart, she actually dreamed Filiberto naked. Just naked, no sex. Funny how that works.
She was half way done with her rooms. It was lunch time. Paula always packed a lunch and put it on her cart. Saving a lot of money that way, she always went back to the prep room. But, this time she was too tired to walk all the way back and wanted to finish early. So, she just stayed in the last room, cranked the air conditioner and sat at the desk and started lunch. With the room no cooling off a rapidly as she would have liked, she removed her cotton panties to get some cooling relief. Just as she had her panties around her ankles, Filiberto carded the door and walked in.
Embarrassed, Paula scooped up her undies and faced the wall, sat back down and starting to eat her meal.
"Excuse me Paula, I'm just changing the flapper in the toilet. I'll be done in a minute."
"Ok."
As he banged around in the bathroom, all of a sudden Paula got some balls.
'I haven't had sex in over two years, been studying my ass off in school and shunned every guy that has recently asked me out. What am I waiting for.'
Even though she could not believe it, Paula got up and hung the white cotton panties on the inside handle of the outside door. Having second thoughts as she sat back down, it was too late. Filibeto was coming out of the bathroom.
"Adios Paula."
He turned grabbed the door and jumped back. Filiberto stood there for a second turned around, dropped his tools walked toward Paula. She didn't move a muscle and didn't even turn to look his way. As his breathing got heavier as he got closer to her. She felt his muscular hands on her shoulders, massaging them as if he was prepping them for a workout.
Paula still didn't move a muscle. She was slightly scared but very horny. It was still early in the lunch hour and no one would expect them or miss them. The smell of grease permeated the desk corner. She felt as if her heart was going to beat out of her chest. Surprisingly she felt his rough tongue on the back of her neck. She didn't care, at this point. All she wanted was a stiff dick inside of her. Satisfaction galore.
Filiberto had her stand and walk over to the bed. He bent her over and hiked her uniform up.
'This is it. Taking one for the team. It had been so long,' she surmised.
Then 'wack'.
'What the hell?' she thought. 'That's not a stiff dick, that's a stiff palm!'
She tried to turn around, but Filiberto had her waist penned to the bed with his left forearm.
'Wack.'
Even though she tried, no sound came from Paula's mouth. She felt herself becoming wetter with every slap of the butt. Pussy juice was starting to run down her legs. Filiberto was probably ten lashes in before the pleasure overcame the pain. She stopped squirming and started to look forward to every swing.
Paula could start to feel an orgasm build up near the count of twenty. By thirty, she was shaking uncontrollably and by forty she felt the orgasmic seizure that allowed him to stop thrashing her. Her breathing was as if she ran a mile being out of shape. She lay there on the bed with her legs still spread touching the floor and wet on the inside. All her senses were shutdown for a few minutes. When they came back on line, Filiberto was no where to be seen. His tools were gone and her panties as well.
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