Looks like he's going to need some help...
From Create Your Own Story
He doesn't seem to understand, still standing ridged like a board. You remain patient; you want him ridged alright, but not over there.
"I need you to reach in and find my bar of soap. Can you do that?"
"C...ccan't you just drain the tub?" he stammers, too nervous to take the hint.
"What?" You say in mock shock. "When I'm already so comfortable?" You shift up in the tub, raising your upper body out of the water, displaying your beautiful full breasts, now dripping with hot suds. The bellhop's big eyes get even bigger and he stops trying to resist. He stumbles over to the side of the tub, ready to jump in uniform and all.
You stick your hand out, halting him. "Stop. I don't want you getting your uniform all wet. Take it off. Slowly."
He obeys, carefully unbuttoning the red flap on the front, his eyes locked onto you with hollow awe. Soon he's down to his underwear, and seems to be shy about removing his boxers but a knowing look from you and they're off, leaving him standing naked before you.
You explore him with your eyes, appreciating his slender form. He's young, just a boy really, with a mop of floppy red hair on his head. His face is gawkish, with a big nose and speckled with little freckles that are found all over his body. He's skinny and pale, virgin skin smooth like a woman's. He covers himself with his hands but you can tell from the clumsy way that he's doing it that he has a rather ruddy hard on working.
He's perfect.
"The soap isn't going to find it's self..." you say coyly, and with that invitation he slips into the water.
