"I'll get your clothes," shesaid, going to the closet.Jane had never even dreamed of looking in there. "Please," she groaned,"please let it be a T shi...t and jeans." Sorry," said the nurse, producing a short skirt and cleavage revealingblouse, "but you were having quite a night on the town in this get-up."Jane merely rolled her eyes, muttering, "Okay, I wasn't ready forthat." You're not going to be ready for these, either," the Nurse smirked,dangling a pair of thong underwear and a matching bra. My cock was already responding as he gently slid his hand and held it as I expanded to full attention in his hand. It felt delicious. He gently reached under my balls and tickled me as beads of sweat and moisture trickled in and acted as lube as it mixed with the precum that was already oozing from my cock. “I’m Rhu” he said, “Justin” I said “ that feels great”. “Glad you like it” he returned.By now his expert hand had found my juicy leaking cock head and he was expertly spreading my man-made. I also needed to use the bathroom so went upstairs first to do just that.The door was only open a tiny bit, and at first I couldn't even make out the fleshy, indefinable shape I was seeing through the small crack where the door was opened. I approached to get a better look, and as I got nearer I saw it was Susan getting changed. Like I said, she was always just aunty Susan to me. But when I looked through the opening in the door my entire world changed. Perhaps I was a late bloomer, but I'd. I was only fifteen and my dad managed hotels and this one was large one in a large city. I would be up there hanging around as we lived on the property. One night one of the room service people did a no show no call. My dad put me to work and I got to deliver meals and other stuff to customer rooms. Most of the time people would answer the door in various stages of dress or undress. I got plenty of boob shots and beaver shots and of course naked men. Most of the naked women I saw were not that.