Haley's heart pounded as she slipped away from the front desk, hoping her coworker Stacy didn't notice her sneaking off. She hurried down the brightly lit hallway.
She knew Bret from maintenance would already be waiting for her in room 348. It was their private hideaway - an unoccupied room in the middle of renovations that had become the setting for their on the job escapades.
As Haley approached the door, she could already feel a warm sensation flowing through in anticipation. She and Bret had been having this job red-hot affair for months now, completely under the radar of their coworkers and hotel management.
The door to 348 was locked, but Haley knew Bret would be on the other side waiting. She tapped gently on the door with their secret knock - three knocks, a pause, then two more knocks.
Seconds later, the door cracked open and Bret's strong hand reached out, pulling Haley inside the dim room into his arms. Their lips came together crashed together in a heated frenzy as their hands were all over each other’s bodies.
Haley moaned softly while Bret's was kissing on her neck while walking backwards towards the bare mattress in the center of the room. He turned and gently pushed her down onto the firm mattress as he climbed on top of her.
Any thoughts of being discreet fled Haley's mind as she surrendered into his arms. She sucked in a sharp breath as Bret's mouth found that sensitive spot down below her waist, sending shivers all over her body.
Soon, the only sounds were made was from Haley and the squeaky bed frame. Haley dug her nails into Bret's back as she arched against him, whispered gasps of pleasure after each push escaping her lips.
Thirty minutes has passed and Bret radio starts to beep…..
Bret wiped the sweat from his brow as he straightened his uniform shirt. Haley frantically smoothed her hair back into a neat ponytail, revealing her beautiful face like she was glowing.
"Oh shit, it's Frank the manager!" she whispered in a panic.
Bret's radio beep again. "Bret, what's your twenty? Over."
He took a deep breath and brought the radio to his mouth. "Uh, changing a light bulb in 240. Over."
"Ok have you seen Haley? Stacy said she left the front desk 20 minutes ago. Over."
Haley shook her head violently, eyes wide. Bret took a breath. "No, haven't seen her she might be in the restroom. Over."
There was a pause, then, "Okay, heading up to 348 now to see if there’s a working microwave in there. Over and out."
The radio went silent. Haley grabbed Bret's arm. "He's coming here! What do we do?"
Bret looked around the hotel room. "Quick, out the balcony door then over the wall there’s a walk space that would take us to 315 and you go your way and I’ll go in there other direction!"
They scrambled across the room and sliding open the balcony door. Bret pushed Haley onto the balcony first just as Franklin's voice came from the hallway.
"I hope this room has a spare microwave if not they just going have to change rooms or go without a microwave, " Franklin talking on the phone with the owner of the hotel as he swiped the key card to get into the room.
With the help from Bret he told Haley to step on the bucket and jump over the balcony wall onto the third floor walkway outside. Haley jumped over and you heard an "oomph" as Bret jumped over the wall and ran behind Stacy. They ran around the side of the building, trying not to laugh despite their predicament. In that moment, they felt like we were back in high school again - young, reckless, and free.
They managed to escape this time with smiles on their face from the rush and excitement. They had made it a daily routine for their on.