Misspelled name Synopsis

Not for the first time, he blamed his mother for misspelling his name but this time when the hotel got his sex wrong, it had unexpected repercussions.

# Misspelled Name

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by obohobo

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF Rom

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2009

ÒNice try Lesley, sorry, but you wonÕt get into my bed that way!Ó Stella Harmon our managing director, laughed as she passed and the others in the checking-in queue grinned at me.

For a few moments I stood nonplussed until one of the men enlightened me, ÒThe hotel assumed you were a woman and booked you two into the same room.Ó

Not for the first time, I blamed mother for misspelling my name.

I work as the maintenance man for a small company that supplies specialist Chinese herbal medicines and for the week, we had an enforced shut down. A construction company were replacing an old sewer pipeline that had collapsed with a much larger, 1.5 metre diameter plastic pipe and this necessitated cutting a deep trench down the centre of the road. With all the power, phone and water supplies affected, we had no choice but to close for the week. Fortunately we knew in advance and were able to warn our customers. Mr. Chang, the owner, decided to use the opportunity for staff bonding and to increase our marketing skills, not that the latter applied to me. I suggested I ought to stay and do some of the jobs I couldnÕt do whilst the others were at work but he adamantly refused and after pointing out thereÕd be no power and no water, said, ÒMr. Wright, it is just as important that you get to know those in charge on a social level as for them to get to know you.Ó

My attitude to the bonding week changed when I learned the hotel location for our stay was a few miles downriver from my birthplace and during the day, we would be sailing on waters I knew well from my youth. Sales and marketing presentations were arranged for the evenings but I could pass on them.

Most of the twenty-two others on the coach from our base in Somerset to the sailing resort in Essex, were office and sales staff and, yes, at times some of them looked down at me except of course, when they needed a repair done. With the coach only half full, I sat alone for the long journey across southern England and around London and started on the book of crossword puzzles IÕd bought. Only Pat, one of the packaging girls, came and sat with me for a while. ÒSo much for the bonding,Ó I thought, ÒEveryone is sitting with their mates or colleagues, and no one is changing seats.Ó I settled back in my seat and tried to doze and ignore the others.

We arrived later than planned and Stella announced, ÒPlease check in straight away, the driver will bring your bags into the foyer and you can collect them from there.Ó I wondered if she had any thoughts for the poor driver who must have been tired from the long and tedious journey.

He expressed his thanks when I said, ÒWhile you unlock the compartments IÕll see if I can find a trolley and then give you a hand.Ó Together we piled the bags on a low trolley and after two loads I joined the end of the queue. Everyone took it for granted the maintenance man would be the one to do the donkey-work and IÕd been arranging the second load of bags in an orderly way on the floor when Stella laughed at me and quipped, ÒNice try Lesley, sorry, but you wonÕt get into my bed that way!Ó

Eventually I got to the check-in desk. ÒIÕm sorry Mr. Wright, but we have a problem with your booking. We assumed you were a woman and booked you to share with Miss Harmon butÉÓ Judith, the pretty receptionist stopped in mid sentence before going on, ÒThe hotel is completely full because the other nearby hotel had a minor fire but the smoke and water damage closed it down for refurbishment and weÕve taken as many of their guests as we could fit in. IÕve sent for the manager to see what can be arranged.Ó

ÒWho accepted the booking without checking?Ó the plump man demanded.

ÒMolly, I expect.Ó

ÒGet her.Ó

ÒIt can only get worse,Ó I thought as we waited for Molly to arrive. The others in our group were heading for the dining room but all ignored me. Five minutes later a stocky woman in her late twenties, early thirties I guessed, arrived and apologised sincerely. I heard her words but the dark purple-red patch that disfigured her left cheek and disappeared behind her hair, took my attention. I realised they were making her the scapegoat and knew it wasnÕt really her fault.

ÒWhat are you going to do about it?Ó the manager demanded, ÒAs you well know, there are no spare beds. You do all the booking and room arrangements.Ó

ÒThereÕs the bed that Jane used until she left,Ó the receptionist cut in with a sneaky smile.

Molly looked shocked, waited a few moments before saying, ÒThereÕs a bed in my roomÉ that you are welcome to use... IÕm sorry, it doesnÕt have all the facilities of the other roomsÉ but itÕs clean and it wonÕt take long for me to clear my stuff to one side.Ó

I could tell by her stuttering reply that she was uncertain about my sharing her room and I presumed her job would be at stake if she hadnÕt agreed. With more apologies, she led me to a small room at the back of the hotel and apologised several times for the state of the room. Certainly it wasnÕt up to the standard of the main hotel accommodation and overlooked the car park and bin area but it was clean and had a small toilet and shower cubicle. As she cleared her on-duty uniform from the spare bed, she again apologised for her mistake. ÒMolly, please stop saying youÕre sorry. The mistake was not yours even though the manager is blaming you,Ó I gently reprimanded her, ÒThe mistake wouldnÕt have occurred if the girl in our office had indicated my sex and in any case, IÕd rather have your company than the boss lady or one of the salesmen. ÒIÕm sure weÕll get along fine together and you need have no fear of my molesting you.Ó A smile lit up her face for a second when I added, ÒOr do I have to be afraid of you molesting me?Ó

We chatted about the journey and the weather while I put my stuff away, but her face returned to its worried look when she glanced at the clock. ÒIÕm sorryÉÓ she started, ÒSorry, I know you said to stop saying that, but dinner will be almost over in the dining room and I guess youÕre starving.Ó I nodded. ÒIÕll take you to the staff room and see what Chef can rustle up. ThereÕs always plenty of leftovers and the waitresses will be in to eat later.Ó

Actually I had a pleasant meal with Molly and a few of the other staff and we sat around the table and chatted whilst drinking the after dinner coffee. The girls ribbed her about the sleeping arrangements and even suggested she deliberately arranged it that way but there wasnÕt any malice in the remarks and she took it in good part and I defended her too and once more blamed mother. In actual fact, IÕd enjoyed the company far more than being with my group.

ÒWhere have you been?Ó Stella demanded when I entered the area of the lounge designated for our use, ÒPlease try and get to the meetings on time in future, youÕve already missed the main part of the briefing. Which room are you in?Ó

Accepting the bundle of papers she thrust at me, I looked at the key to MollyÕs room, ÒS6.Ó

She gave me a puzzled look but noted it on her clipboard and went on, ÒYou are just in time for the draw for partners for tomorrowÕs sailing excursion. WeÕve already picked those with sailing experience as boat skippers and assumed you hadnÕt any sail training, so now we are to randomly assign boats and crews. Most of the boats were small sailing dinghies but a couple were larger and had a regular skipper or owner. ÒBoat 1 a 25ft cabin cruiser with the owner as skipper will take five crew. RobertÉÓ She drew the slips of paper from a box and the assigned the next two boats. ÒBoat 4, a 15 ft sailing dinghy takes two people. Skipper Stella. I havenÕt sailed anything that small for years,Ó she commented as she drew a name from the crew box, ÒCrew, Lesley. Well, it seems that if you cannot get into my room, youÕre getting into my boat,Ó she laughed and the others did too. I wondered if sheÕd somehow rigged the draw but it didnÕt look like it and I think she would have preferred one of the other men or ladies.

Most went to the bar when the meeting and her pep talk on the need to get to know one another finished, but I headed for my room. ÒBreakfast is at eight and we are to be at the boat dock at nine. Make sure youÕre there on time,Ó Stella reminded me.

Molly took off her reading glasses and put the novel aside when I entered and I noticed sheÕd already changed into pyjamas and wore a robe over them so I guessed she didnÕt wish to undress in front of me. Even with the robe I could see the protrusion of the material by her full breasts. She greeted me pleasantly enough and asked how the meeting went but I noted a nervousness in her voice. However, this disappeared and after a short while we talked about ourselves, our jobs and lives and I learned that she tended to shy away from public gatherings because of the purple blotch on her cheek showed even more clearly when she sweated and make-up only exacerbated the problem.

I woke early after a decent nightÕs sleep and with an erection due to thoughts of the woman in the next bed, and slipped into the loo. Molly sat up in bed when I returned and dressed. ÒWould you like an early breakfast with the staff or would you prefer to wait for the dining room to open?Õ she asked. I jumped at the chance of being with her and perhaps giving Stella a little concern as to my being late. She put the local radio station on for the weather forecast and I wondered if weÕd be allowed to go out. ÒBright and clear with plenty of sunshine. Wind westerly, fresh, increasing to strong later.Ó In a small open dinghy, we would get wet, probably very wet.

At breakfast we again came in for a certain amount of ribbing from the other staff but in general it was good-natured although some suggestions embarrassed Molly. While the rest of our party had breakfast in the dining room, I left by the staff entrance and walked to the river. As the forecast said, fresh wind and gusty with it, but with it being with the tide, the water wasnÕt too rough; choppy but no white horses. ÒThat will change when the tide turns,Ó I muttered and wondered again how much Stella knew about the conditions. I resolved not to reveal my knowledge unless directly asked but I doubted the MD would deem any reply from me to be worthwhile.

Back in the hotel, I donned my scuba diving wet suit which I normally used for wreck exploration off the Devon coast, and wore a pair of shorts over it. Again, using knowledge gained from diving and from sailing here, I filled my waterproof bag with essentials for the day and went to the staff room again to fill a flask with coffee. My skin hugging suit attire caused a few whistles from two maids and the comment. ÒI can see now why Molly offered you her room.Ó I wondered if sheÕd thought about me in the way I had about her.

I arrived at the dock before the others and spent the time talking to the boat hire man about the weather conditions. ÒBe best to get yersells back afore lunch as the windÕs sÕposed to get a wholly lot stronger and thereÕll be a fair old popple on when the tide turns,Ó he advised in the local dialect as he handed me a life jacket.

ÒIÕll tell the boss lady but I much doubt sheÕll take any advice from a lowly maintenance man.Ó

ÒThen you may well be a needinÕ that suit Bor.Ó Little did I realise how true his words were.

ÒOh you are here, we thought youÕd chickened out when you never came for breakfast. WhatÕs with the suit? WeÕre not going snorkling.Ó The others joined in the comments but some of the girls gave me admiring looks. IÕm sure thereÕd have been further remarks if theyÕd known IÕd slept in the same room as a woman.

Stella did actually have some sailing knowledge but surprised me by not reefing the sail. I kept quiet and with the wind behind us we sped down river without much trouble. I must have impressed her with my seamanship because she remarked that IÕd obviously been sailing before but I only nodded my agreement. One of the bigger boats took its group out of the river into the open sea and Stella followed them for a while before, belatedly, deciding to turn back. With the wind and tide now heading us, we tacked back to the river and with the full sail, I had difficulty in sitting out and keeping the boat from heeling over too far but Stella at the tiller, didnÕt heave-to for us to reef.

ÒWeÕll go inside the island, it should be calmer there,Ó she shouted above the noise of the water and wind.

ÒYou know what time low water is?Ó

ÒAbout an hour, then weÕll have the tide to help us back.Ó Again I kept quiet, knowing that the passage inside the island would be dry long before low water but I still believed she wouldnÕt take kindly to the advice.

She glared when we came to the barrier of shingle and had to sail back a mile to the main channel. ÒYou could have said if you knew about this. WeÕre supposed to be bonding.Ó

ÒCrew shouldnÕt presume to give orders to the captain,Ó I uttered.

By the time we arrived back in the main channel, the wind had increased in strength and the waves rose much higher and were white capped. I still expected her to reef the sails but she didnÕt. ÒWhen we get round the island, IÕll head inshore where there should be a little shelter,Ó she shouted. I agreed with that decision.

ÒCome about Stella!Ó I yelled when she steered us too close to the point at the corner of the island. Close-hauled and heeling over as far as we dared, I knew weÕd capsize if the centreplate touched the spit that ran out a long way from the point. She ignored me until too late. The dinghy filled with water and didnÕt right itself and both of us ended up in the rough sea. Fortunately it was only waist deep and when I saw she could stand and move, I pulled the boat higher on the shingle and managed to get the centreplate up and the sails down and retrieved some of the items that were floating away.

Mid September, the water wasnÕt warm, probably about 10 degrees Celsius, and Stella soon shivered as the wind chill cooled her soaked clothing. ÒSit in the shelter of that bank,Ó I ordered, ÒIÕll deal with the boat situation now and get help.Ó While I couldnÕt say I was warm in my wet suit, I certainly wasnÕt cold or shivering and retrieving the waterproof bag containing my mobile phone, called 999. The inshore lifeboat was already out on a call but would get to us as soon as possible. Fortunately I could give them my exact position.

For once Stella seemed grateful of my help and more so for the coffee I gave her. I turned my attention to the boat and righted it sufficiently to start bailing out the water although in the beginning almost as much water came back in as I removed. My phone rang when IÕd more or less readied the boat again to say the lifeboat had been further delayed and asked if we were still okay. I relayed the situation and said I would start back and they could pick Stella up from the boat if we didnÕt get to the dock before then and when they asked about her condition said, ÒShe very cold and shivering but IÕm hoping that if she has to move about, that may get her circulation going.Ó

I almost had to carry her to the boat because of her reluctance to move and set off with her in the crew position with the mainsail well reefed. We shipped more water in the rough sea until I managed to get under the lee of the land and I didnÕt drive the boat as hard as she had earlier. At one point I ordered Stella to start bailing and when she hesitated, I ordered her more forcibly until she grabbed the bailer. The tide helped our homeward journey and being forced to move, probably helped Stella too and we made it well over a mile towards the dock before the lifeboat found us and took her aboard. I refused to leave and sailed the boat back on my own. News of the accident preceded me and I arrived to a reception of staff from work and a couple of policemen and from them I learned that Stella had just returned from the hospital and was okay but she was in her room changing out of her wet things. They wanted me to go to the hospital for a check-up too, but said. ÒIf I can sail the boat back from Hemly Point, thereÕs no need for a hospital visit. All I need is to get out of this outfit, have a shower and get something to eat.Ó

Molly waited on the quay away from the others but came to me with tears in her eyes, and led me the back way into the hotel. ÒI worried when all the others returned early and you didnÕt,Ó she informed me with tears now flowing freely, ÒThen the lifeboat men phoned and asked for details of you and that Stella, and I took the call so I knew you were in trouble, although they reassured me you werenÕt in real danger. Still I worried and then Stella came back and a waiting ambulance whisked her to hospital before anyone had a chance to find out what happened but I phoned the lifeboat station and learned you were sailing back alone.Ó

We arrived at her room, ÒDo you need a hand?Ó she asked when, with weary arms, I struggled to peel off the wet suit.Ó

ÒIf you donÕt mind the smell or seeing whatÕs underneath. I couldnÕt go all day without a pee and ÉÓ

ÒYou peed your pants!Ó she giggled and helped pull the rubber fabric from my skin. My prick started to rise without my bidding it but she looked without comment and wrinkling her nose in an exaggerated manner, pushed me under the shower. ÒIÕll put your clothes in the washer,Ó she offered and when I opened the slide, she stood there, towel in hand. Laughing like a young schoolgirl, she started drying me. Of course, before sheÕd done, I had a full erection that she dried carefully but a knock at her door interrupted us before I could do more than give her a hug. The police wanted a statement. I dressed and gave them my version of the events and they seemed satisfied.

ÒAre you having dinner in the dining room or with me?Ó Molly asked. My duty lay with my colleagues from work but I couldnÕt resist the temptation to have dinner with Molly and attended the staff meeting afterwards left. Several of them had seen Molly lead me from the quay and queried me about the girl but I kept quiet and only said, ÒSheÕs a friend.Ó I left before a representative from a business consultancy gave a presentation. Stella made a little announcement that earned her a good deal of respect from me, ÒOne thing I learned from todayÕs trip is to find out what your partner knows, and if he knows more than you, use that knowledge,Ó she thanked me again for getting her out of the situation and for being prepared when she wasnÕt.

Back in the room, I suggested an early night and that, as sheÕd seen and handled my naked body, I should be able to return the favour. She blushed at first but after weÕd kissed, she allowed me to unbutton her blouse and gradually with much kissing of her body as fresh areas of flesh were revealed, we finally ended in MollyÕs bed, making love and planning how we could keep in touch when so many miles separated us. One of us will have to move and IÕve a feeling it might be me returning to my home ground if I can find a suitable job here. IÕm not too sure what Mr. Chang will say about my efforts at bonding with the hotel staff rather than his workforce when I hand in my notice but IÕm glad he forced me to go on the trip.

Finis