Hiding Behind the Curtain (F)

[NoV]

For those that have read my other sneezefics, this is a return to a sneeze fetish scenario I love - sneezing while hiding and maids. I just can’t help myself Hope you enjoy

Hiding Behind the Curtain (F)

How had she allowed herself to get into this situation? Alexa pinched her nose tightly; squeezing her eyes tightly shut as if by willpower alone she could expel the dreaded need to sneeze that was invading her nose with one intensifying tickle at a time. She felt the coarse fabric of the heavy curtain rub against her arms and chest, and even the thought of all the musty fibres that must be spilling off its surface in hazy clouds made the itch rush through her, her mouth opening slightly in a desire to explode with unparalleled sneeziness.

She hoped that the trembling of her body as she succumbed to the allergic tickles would not be visible through the curtain and reveal her to the room beyond. Her large, brown eyes swam with irritated tears, her large nose twitching desperately between her fingers; cascades of chestnut hair fell down her back, glossy against the crisp blackness of her uniform.

*

And it was all because of money. Hard times had come indeed to the Hotel St. Lucia and Alexa had watched her workload increase for a seemingly dwindling pay. The grand days of high-class international travel had faded, and with its loss of patrons the crumbling facade of quality was becoming more and more obvious, no more so than to those who scratched a living within the walls of what was once, according to the lovingly polished brass plaque in the lobby, once Spain’s fourth most highly commended hotel. The manager had tried hard to maintain the once opulent building, but had gradually conceded defeat. Wages fell, and those staff who could, left. Alexa was not so lucky.

She thought back to the morning; about the disgusting man, his shiny red face pouring sweat. The manager ushering her forward to help him to his room with his hideous faux-designer bags. The unmistakably lecherous way in which the sweating man had ran his beady eyes up her body, lingering unashamedly on her breasts squeezed tight into her worn maid’s uniform. He had winked at her, and a shudder ran through her.

Leading him through the faded grandeur, over laden with his greasy bags, Alexa had suffered a sudden and explosive sneezing fit. It struck her with no warning, an indescribably swift itch whipped through her nose and she convulsed in sneeze after sneeze, dropping the bags in an effort to get her hands over her nose and mouth. The sneezes shrieked out, one after the other, with barely a second for her to catch her breath in between. Her fits always hit her like this, and then with one final high-pitched release it was over.

Alexa withered under the man’s horrid stare. He looked at his dropped bags, and tutted impatiently under his breath.

‘Disgusting girl,’ he muttered. ‘Absolutely disgusting. You certainly better not be expecting a tip, and rest assured I will be talking to the manager about this!’

Alexa didn’t know where to look, sniffing as carefully as she dared as she bent down to retrieve the fallen luggage. The words rang in her ears, and a blush swept her cheeks, crimson flooding her brown skin. She depended on her tips to get by, and it was all she could do not to let tears that pricked her eyes to fall. Muttering apologies, she hauled the bags the remaining few steps to the room and unlocked the door.

*

Now, two hours later and Alexa was on the verge of sneezing yet again. Somehow the fear of being caught was allowing her to have some fragment of control over the raging tickle that was dancing up and down her nose with increasing insistency.

‘aaaaaahhhhh...oh god..... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...’

She began her build-up; her inhalations a mere whisper, her prayers almost inaudible. Her large nose flared despite the pressure of her fingertips, as it fought to take that fatal final sniff that would tip her over the edge and start her unstoppable fit of ear-splitting sneezes. It was almost as if it had taken on a life of its own and was conspiring against her. Heat from the window against her back flared through her, and she felt a light tickle as a bead of sweat ran down her neck, siphoned into her cleavage.

*

If only she had been able to put the unfortunate incident behind her she would never have found herself in this predicament. For an hour or more she had stewed in her anger at the red-faced man, and her own shame at having lost control at such an inopportune moment. While changing the endless sheets, her arms and back aching, she had released a few more deafening sneezes that echoed through the entire hotel, which only served to make her feel even angrier and more ashamed. She cursed having been born with such a large, sneezy nose that seemed determined to suck everything that could possibly make her sneeze into her ticklish nostrils.

It was when she saw the man stomping out through the lobby that the devious idea came to her. If he was refusing to pay her a deserved tip, then maybe she should take the tip for herself. Any guilt that she may have felt was blown away with another colossal sneeze that bent the allergic little maid double, so violent that she felt her well-worn uniform must have barely held out against her convulsion. Pushing her dark hair from where it had been thrown across her face, she knew exactly what she was going to do.

Taking her key, she tiptoed to the room which she now knew to be empty. The door creaked open, as in need to oil as everything else in the hotel. She shut and locked it after her. Dust swam through the sunbeams, and she paused, pressing a finger beneath her nostrils as a wave of sneeziness came over her. Her eyes got a far-away look. She couldn’t sneeze, not now!

Thankfully the sensation died, and Alexa lowered her hand, sniffing tentatively. She mustn’t sneeze now, she told herself – she just mustn’t!

Swiftly she crossed to the desk, and started opening drawers, looking for the crisp notes she was sure were there for the taking. She found a few bills and pushed them down past the white lacy frill of her uniform, so that they were hidden in her bust. She opened more drawers, and yet nothing.

Suddenly there came heavy footfalls in the corridor, right outside of the door. They stopped and the rattle of keys betrayed someone fumbling for the correct one to enter. Alexa froze; hand to her mouth with horror.

*

Now, trapped in the first hiding place she could find, Alexa struggled with the ever-increasing need to sneeze. The thick, old curtains of the hotel had seen much better days, heavy to keep out the hot, Mediterranean sun, and easily concealed her petite figure without so much as casting silhouette, although this would count for nothing should she begin one of her outbursts of frenzied sneezing.

She tented both hands against her nose and applied pressure, squeezing both her nostrils shut, the sensation of the building sneeze forming a tremendous itch right in her sinuses. Somehow she was hanging on the edge, denying her nose the chance to complete what it so wanted to do – explode and clear the sneezy sensation from its passages. Alexa trembled, feeling weak with the need.

Sounds from inside the room were dull to her, as if she were listening underwater. He was still in there, that was all she knew. Her breathing was heavy and urgent in her ears, building and falling.

I’m going to sneeze...i’m going to sneeze, her mind sent panicked messages which she tried to dispel by shaking her head. There was a low hiss from out in the room, the unmistakable sound of a can of deodorant being discharged. Alexa stood like a statue, knowing that if even a microscopic amount of that airborne scent found its way into her nose all would be lost. Deodorant never failed to trigger colossal sneezing fits from her, the bane of every date she had ever been on.

As if in betrayal, her nose twinged beneath her fingers and the seal was broken. She felt a small breath of air creep into her nose and....

‘AAAHHRRRRIISSSHHHHOOOO....AAARRIISSSHHHHOOOO.....AAAARRRIIIISSHHOOOOOO.....!!!’

The curtains were all but blown into billowing shreds at the force of Alexa’s held back sneezes.

‘AAAA.....AAAAARRIIISSHHHHOOOOO....AAARRIIISSSSSHHHOOOOOOO....RRRIISSSHHHOOOOO!!’

She just couldn’t stop; her small frame bucking and convulsing as the sneezes took control of her movements, throwing her left and right as she tried frantically to stop them with a hand held ineffectually to her mouth.

‘AAAAAARRRIIIIISSSSSSHHHHHIIIII......AAARRIISSHHOOOOOOOO!!!’

With two final desperate sneezes, Alexa realised she was finished. She sniffed wetly, terror of what was about to occur swelling in her chest. She opened her tearing eyes, and stared with astonishment! Standing in the room, liberally helping himself to deodorant and with one hand idly searching through the man’s bags stood the hotel manager! They locked eyes, until his sunk downwards to where Alexa’s chest, where the force of her sneezes had caused her uniform to slip, revealing rather more of Alexa than would have liked, but including her hastily hidden spoils. A 20 Euro note fluttered silently to the floor.

The hotel manager cleared his throat nervously. He crossed to Alexa, picked up the money and tucked it into his own pocket. Taking her hand, he winked conspiratorially.

‘I won’t tell if you won’t’ he said, and led her quickly from the room. Alexa blinked and let herself be led, too amazed to speak.

The End

[Chanel_no5]

Oooh, I love the plot twist you had there!!

And as always, I love your description of the desperately allergic itch... and her futile struggle against it. Delicious as always.

[poiub]

Yet another instant classic, NoV!

[Mr. Black Cherry Berry Tea]

Yes, another classic! Loved the deodorant allergy, and that bit about her on dates... such a great scenario, and killer writing, as always!

[JadeStone]

Ooh, this was really great. A girl desperately trying not to sneeze is the hottest thing ever!