Wrote this for a short story contest last week. Obviously I’m not real good at writing erotica. I didn’t win. Wasn’t erotic enough, probably. I’m not only not good at it, I’m not too comfortable with it. But I tried. See what you think.

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#Turndown

Tanya and Lamont had been dating off and on for a year, and “serious” for two months when he asked her to come with him to Saint Thomas for a few days, “Just to get away.”

“One room, two beds,” he had said.

“Why?” She asked.

“Just to unwind,” he had said, “My last three weeks have been a bitch.”

“No, I mean why two beds?”

As soon as the taxi dropped them off, They had gone right to their room in the modest little beach resort he had told her she’d fall in love with.

They hadn’t come out for hours. When they did it was for jerk pork sandwiches and rum at the beachside bar.

Lamont had heard there would be a full moon over the beach right after sunset. “Just an hour from now,” the bartender told them.

Lamont asked if they could take a couple of chairs down by the water. “No problem,” he told them, and made two more drinks for their moon watch.

As they sat watching the last rays of sunlight fade from behind ochre clouds out over the calm ocean, Tanya’s hand strayed past her drink and into Lamont’s lap. Stroking the fabric of his swim suit, she found his responsive erection.

“Hell with the moon, baby,” she said in a husky voice. “That sunset and these waves, the drink and this,” stroking lightly again with her nails, “let’s go back to the room.”

An hour later, after falling asleep tangled in the sweaty sheets, they awoke, groggy and confused, to pounding on the door. Lamont looked at the bedside clock. 9:45.

“What the Hell,” he growled, heaving himself out of bed and stumbling to the chair with his pants flung over it. Pants on and barefoot, he went to the frosted glass jalousied door. “What is it?” He asked through the glass.

“Isedemaid!” came from outside.

“What!?” he asked, almost shouting, worried that it was some drunk out to make trouble.

“Isedenighmaidmon!” He heard. The door opened a crack, only to stop at the chain. It closed and opened again against the taught chain.

“Isedenitemaid Comefototurndawndebed, mon!”

Bewilderment turned to understanding as he opened the door a crack, still on the chain, and saw a woman with skin as dark as his own in a hotel housekeeping uniform.

“No, no,” he said, “it’s OK, we don’t need a turndown, thanks!” And closed the door softly.

He heard her move away down the balcony, muttering to herself. Turning to the bed, he saw Tanya laughing hysterically but muffing it with her hand.

“De night maid, Mon! I’s de night maid!” She broke out laughing again, patting the bed at her side. C’mere, Mon. I show you de night maid’s job! Then maybe we go down for another drink and see is that moon still there!

Laughing, he dropped his pants and tumbled back into bed with her.