Going Home

[IrishMuscleGuru]

As soon as he had pulled off the Interstate he had checked his map; he had laughed. When he was a kid it had been almost one hundred miles from the turnpike---a toll road---to the obscure little town with the funny name; it was tucked away in a small valley in an unremarkable sub-branch of the eastern mountain range which had once baffled the early settlers. The Interstate had finally gone through; one of the last sections completed in the country. It was still over fifty miles from four lane limited access highway; it would be exclusively two lane except for the occasional mountain passing lane along the steeper parts of the route.

It was late spring. This far North and this far up it was still cool; frost in June was an all too common occurrence as he recalled. Nothing really looked remotely familiar; it had been twenty years almost to the day. He considered the myriad reasons he had never returned to the tiny village in which he had attended both junior and senior high school. Life had gotten in the way. First there was college in another corner of the country followed by an unexpected stint in the Army and two overseas deployments to a combat zone. Then there was the corporate adventure which still occupied much of his life.

His parents left the area soon after he graduated; both had since passed on. His few close friends from high school had moved on as part of the largest exodus of a graduating class in the town's history. After many years of business closings, industry was slowly coming to the area. A surprising number of people were drifting back. Quality of life was very good; people tended to die well into their eighties and beyond from natural causes. Crime was almost nonexistent. There was a sense of community; people were neighborly. Charity began at home. Values...work ethic...honesty...friendship. The only real downside was freezing cold, snowy and absurdly long winters.

As he reached the town border, the memories flooded back. He passed his old high school with the football field at which he had spent every Friday night during the autumn. Good times, he thought.

He was staying at one of the new hotels that had sprung up while he had been away. He pulled into the car park and took one of the last spaces available. Taking his bag from the trunk, he walked into reception. He smiled at the pretty girl behind the counter,

"Hi, Adrian Bower, checking in".
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[Joycelet]

Joyce

After I graduated from college with a degree in hotel management, I took a job as a trainee with a national firm with facilities located all over the country, including some well known resort hotels at which I thought working would be a complete blast.

But with brief training session, they assigned me to a location I had never heard of as an assistant manager, to get on-hand experience.

Looking in Google for the site, I found it in a remote northern state, far from what I had in mind as a southern belle liking surfing and scuba diving and sunbathing in my bikini.

But I reported and was assigned to supervise the financial details for the culinary department, far from what I had expected. However, it was a step forward and could lead to better things in better locations, and I wasn't very busy so the manager asked me to also be a public relations representative and welcome incoming guests to recruit their business for the firm, throughout the country.

Tonight, wearing proper business attire and having been given a list of incoming guests, I made the roundsd insuring that everything was in accord with a guest's preferences, and everything was in accordance with our high standards.

Knocking at his door, I was astounded at his appearance. He was bare to the waist, and his torso was glistening with sweat as he must have been exercising.

I extended my little hand and welcomed him to our facility and asked if everything was satisfactory, and he mentioned tghat there was a problem in his bathroom. I asked if I could take a look and he invited me in,.

It was unusual for me to be alone in a guest's room with a half naked man, but I leaned over the tub and saw that the stopper in the drain didn't fit quite right, so I reached down and adjusted it, hopefully to his satisfaction.

But in so doing, and wearing a short skirt of navy blue over my sheer pantyhose, I was sure he got a good look at my asscheeks and long legs, and as I stood up and smiled at him I definitely saw a bulge in the front of his pants.

As a young 24 year old 5'6" 125 lb female I knew the semitransparent pantihose would also have revealed my nice patch of dark brown pubic hair, and I wondered if he might like a closer look, as I asked if I night use the washbasin to wash my hands, and I would have the maids bring him a clean towel to replace the one I used.

I asked if he had been exercising, and told him we had an exercise facility with a sauna, hot tub and swimming pool which was available at no charge, if he might like to use it. And if he needed it, we even had a variety of swimming and exercise attire if he didn't have his own here with him.

That introduced a line of conversation, and back in his bedroom, I went to the minibar and using my hotel credit card, took a bottle of cold water and offered him a drink at our expense, if he might like to join me.