3 comments/ 52985 views/ 0 favorites Hotel Adventures Ch. 01 By: Whynot1975 My momma knew real early on that I was going to be a lot more than she could handle. Her solution was to ship me off to an all-girls boarding school- as if nothing bad could ever happen THERE... I thrived there in so many ways, and by the time I had graduated and was going through my choices of colleges, I figured I already had myself a degree-level education in eating pussy and riding cock. My first two years of college had their share of adventures, but in my junior year I found a soulmate in my new roommate, and things really took off. Charley had never so much as sniffed a wet cunt before I met her, but she brought me off like nobody else ever had the very first night we roomed together. We were lascivious, voracious and inexhaustible- we habitually shared any and all of our conquests we could drag back to the room- male, female or somewhere in between, and, with one memorable exception, always to the delight of the lucky third party. If I had been a master at cock-sucking before, Charley's patient tutelage brought me to the level of artistry. We both hated labels- especially when applied to us- and decided that we weren't hetero, lesbian or bi-sexual: we were simply purely sexual. At the end of our junior year, her family invited me to accompany them on a summer trip to Orlando- a celebration of her younger brother Robbie's graduation from High School, and I eagerly accepted. We stayed at a semi-luxury resort hotel just outside of Mouseland, with non-stop shuttles running to and from the various theme-parks and attractions in the area. Her family had 2 separate suites, each with a pair of king-sized beds, joined by a center common area with a pull-out sofa, which is where Charley and I were designated to sleep. Her extended family consisted of an older sister and her husband, who had a couple of roughly 10 year old kids that worshipped both Charley and Robbie, and by extension me. Robbie and his high-school buddy Tony also stayed with them in suite to the right of the common area. In the left-hand suite, Charley's mom and step-father Bill shared a room with Bill's brother Todd and his wife Gina, along with a couple of Gina's kids from a previous marriage- a pair of spoiled rotten young pre-teen monsters. So the sleeping arrangements were pretty tight. Charley could tell right away that I was sizing Todd up. He was quite a few years younger than his brother- Charley's step-dad was going to celebrate his 49th birthday during the trip- and Todd had a sort of rugged masculine quality to him. He had a certain mischievous twinkle in his eye when we were introduced that made me purr. For some reason the fact that I instantly disliked his wife Tina- which was certainly a shared response- only made me take another long glance at him. "If you just have to fuck Todd, at least try and keep it on the down-low, huh?" Charley whispered to me a little while later- proof positive that we were always on the same wavelength, and I giggled. I figured Todd to be mid-to late 3o's or so- nearly twice my age. He was pretty well-kept though, and funny and charming no matter if he was talking to the hotel staff in the lobby or the kids. I had dabbled with older men- and women- a time or two, and they had their uses, but as a rule I generally preferred younger, more energetic lovers. The first few days of the trip everyone was sort of going their own ways, doing the theme park thing, and even though there were all kinds of beautiful people all about, Charley's mom usually had us scheduled to meet somewhere or watch the kids, or something, so to our mutual amazement we weren't able to get laid. Other than a few quick kisses, ass-pats and the occasional subtle grope with fellow tourists, we didn't get to do more than flirt and tease a little, exchanging a few phone numbers but bringing nothing to a conclusion. So by the fourth day Charley and I decided we would circle back to the hotel early in the day and pick up something to fuck around the hotel if we could. At the very least we could get more done than just the quiet stroking of each other we were limited to on the sofa bed. We hit the hotel pool in our bikinis and to our dismay found Robbie and Tony there. "What the fuck?" Charley asked her little brother. "How come you two aren't out chasing down some pussy?" Her brother's jaw dropped to the ground, but his friend Tony just grinned. "Maybe that's exactly what we're doing." He said smugly as his eyes travelled up and down our bodies. Charley glanced at me briefly and we knew exactly what each other was thinking. "So Robbie," she asked. "Have you ever been with a girl before?" He flushed. He shared her shock of honey-blonde hair and light brown, almost golden eyes, and had the body of an athlete. He recovered quickly and angrily said. "C'mon, Sis- I'm eighteen years old. You had fucked half the football team by this age." She laughed. "Only the ones I wanted. I liked the baseball team better," She stepped close in to Tony and dragged a slow finger down his muscled chest. His confident grin grew, and she winked at me. I moved in to wrap my arms around Robbie's neck. I stared deeply into those almost familiar eyes as I slipped an ankle around his right calf, rubbing lightly. "Well, I think we have the makings of a decent morning ahead of us. What do you all think?" Within seconds we were heading for the hotel room. By unspoken agreement Robbie and I headed towards the left-hand room while Charley and Tony went into the other. I wondered idly how far Charley was going to be willing to take this: I didn't have any siblings of my own, but thought that if I had one as hot as Robbie was I'd probably be eager to fuck him- but for the first time since I met her I wasn't sure. But just the notion of watching her with her brother was enough to make me leave our door open. I was a slightly disappointed to note that the opposite door was closed, though. I pushed Robbie over to the bed near the window and expertly yanked down his swimsuit in one motion. Like a typical eighteen year old boys in my experience, his cock was nearly always at least semi-hard, and it bounced seductively "Hey!" He began, and I clamped my mouth over his as I took his shaft in my hand, my other hand tracing a path up his lightly furred stomach up toward his delicious pecs. He was fully hard in seconds, and I shoved him back to a sitting position on the bed, sliding to my knees. He had a nice cock with a very definite right-hand bend in it. I slipped it into my warm mouth and he groaned. I rammed my head back and forth, taking him balls-deep, and on my third stroke he made a half-choking sound and spurted deep into my throat. I had half-expected this technique to have this effect on a youngster, and when he started to protest in something like embarrassment I lifted a finger up to his lips to silence him, never taking my mouth off his meat as I sucked him dry. I chuckled as I finally pulled my lips off his pole, having worked him clean: the best thing about 18 year olds was that they got hard again so fast it hardly mattered, and he was already stiffening again. I stood up and pulled his head to my chest. He took the hint and slipped my bikini top off and began paying homage to my left tit. Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening froze us in our tracks. We stared at each other in horror, and then both dove simultaneously for the far side of the bed. There were only a couple of feet between the edge of the bed and the window and air conditioner unit, so we were piled on top of each other. The shades were drawn all the way against the bright Florida sun, and we hadn't turned on a single light, so we were in a very dark corner of the room. The beds were made, so it wasn't room service. I poked my head up over the edge of the bed, and saw that it was Todd. He paused to turn on the TV in the common room, setting it to ESPN, then entered the room Robbie and I were in, peeling off his shirt as he entered. He turned left towards the bathroom and slid his shorts off. I gasped as I caught just a glimpse of a long, thick cylinder of meat dangling down, then he was around the corner and the shower started up. "Who is it?" Robbie hissed. He was trapped beneath me and seemingly too afraid to stick his head up- probably for fear of seeing his mother standing there, I figured. The front door opened again- I realized that Todd had left it unlocked with the night-latch blocking it from closing all the way. I could see through the wedge of the door that a tall late-middle aged platinum blonde entered somewhat timidly, looking around carefully. She apparently heard the shower going and a wide smile crossed her face. She was dressed in a yellow and white sundress, and she reached up to untie it as she padded into our room headed for the shower. Her massive tits sprang free just as she rounded the corner: store-bought, I thought immediately- they were far too perfect and upright even for a young woman. I wasn't philosophically opposed to plastic surgery, and she obviously paid a lot of attention to keeping the rest of her body looking young, so more power to her, I figured. Robbie was struggling to get up, but after only a moments hesitation I pushed him back down with a shush. I wondered if Charley was even aware other people had come in, but I figured it was just another thing, and could get really good. I heard low laughter coming from the direction of the shower, and I quickly half rose. "Lay down." I hissed to Robbie. "What? We have to get out of here- what if we get found out?" "This might be your only chance to get laid, knuckle-head." I pointed out as I reached down to twist at his cock. That won the argument hands down. He was rock-hard in seconds, and I squatted down over him and mounted him, facing away from him so I could have a better view of the rest of the room. He moaned- I was wetter than hell and sank down to the root in one easy slide. I held him there and keggled for a second, then slowly rose up off him. I was grateful that he had just come- this fuck would last. I began a nice languorous pace- ignoring Robbie's efforts to speed it up. I saw Charley and Tony sneak out quietly- she threw a glance our way but I was sure she couldn't see me in the dark. As we fucked, I reached out and gathered my purse close. I had to keep reminding Robbie to be quiet, then the shower stopped, and I heard the woman speak in a deep, throaty voice. They dried off for a moment, then she came leading him out with a hand around a hard on so huge that I felt myself flutter around Robbie's own length. I had made my preparations, and my phone was recording the whole scene, the light from its back screen carefully covered by a fold in the sheets. Todd's cock was truly massive, like something out of a porno movie. The woman pushed him to a seat on the other bed much like I had just done for Robbie a few minutes before. I thought "wtf- they aint going to fuck?" Had Todd already worn out her pussy in such a short time or something? Why in world would she not want to ride that monster? But for whatever reason, she instead knelt between his legs and brought that tool to her mouth. And she wasn't even much of a man-eater, I judged: she could only barely handle the huge knob of his cock, and as a maestro I was almost offended that she had the gall to bob back and forth on it like she was deep-throating him or something. But her hand was furiously pumping up and down the shaft, and that had to be better than a kick in the face. I watched Todd's face- he seemed to share my lack of awe, but seemed appreciative of her efforts. I reflected that maybe he had become been used to such sub-standard treatment- I wondered if a lot of women were intimidated by that thing between his legs or something... As for me, it just made me that much hornier. I began grinding hard down on Robbie, in circular and figure-eight patterns, using all my favorite belly-dancer moves and milking at his pole with my cunt muscles. I thought this varied attack might drive him over the edge, but was pleasantly surprised to find that he stuck a wet finger up against my tight asshole. I rewarded his initiative and stamina by reaching down and cupping his balls, and he worked his way inside me as I began gently kneading his nutsack. "Now we're getting somewhere." I thought as he began thrusting in and out of my ass, but my eyes were drawn again over to Todd as he stood up and moved the woman to lie back on the bed. He darted over to the counter by the sink quickly and then poured some sort of lotion onto her tits, throwing the bottle to the side and lubing up her mounds before straddling her torso. She squeezed her massive orbs together to accommodate him, and he began pumping. For the first time I was a little jealous of those melons: my tits weren't quite big enough to give a first rate tit-fuck. I felt a little better as I was again able to critique the blonde- on the upstroke, Todd's knob easily came into reach of her mouth, and she could have added to his pleasure, but instead she ignored it, throwing her head back and forth in what I judged was false ecstasy instead. Before too long Todd spewed all over the blondes tits and face, and it was enough to make me cum as well, one of those beautiful ten-second orgasms that make life worth living. Robbie felt it and responded, pumping upwards furiously into me with his cock and simultaneously working a second finger into my asshole I kept it quiet somehow throughought it, silently riding Robbie as Todd toweled off the woman in a gentlemanly manner, his softening cock glistening and bobbing enticingly with his every motion. They said something too low for me to catch, then she quickly donned her sundress, kissed him briefly and headed out the door. Todd shrugged and headed back into the shower, and I thought he was probably less than fully thrilled by the encounter. "I would do you much better than that tramp." I promised him silently. I was half-way ready to dismount from Robbie and head into the shower right there, but a burst of common sense stopped me: that probably wouldn't go so well. Besides, I had a plan to get me some of that. Todd's shower was very brief, and he came out fully clothed and left the room immediately. I leapt up off of Robbie and onto the bed, spreading my legs wide. "Get up here, stud!" I said. "You deserve a reward!" I meant for him to plunge his cock inside me, but was surprised to find that he dove eagerly face-first towards my pussy. He was pretty good- alternating between worshiping my clit, laving my cunt lips and lapping at my gash. Not in his sisters class, I judged, but then very few were. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled, and was again pleasantly surprised to find that he knew what I meant, and he twisted his body up into a 69 position. Maybe there was a little of that shared wavelength thing that I had going on with Charley here... I love 69- with either a male or female, it's my very favorite thing. I prefer it leisurely and slow, but it suddenly occurred to me that we probably ought to make this quick- we were already pushing our luck being in the family rooms so long. So I gobbled him up and began humming some old Donna Summers stuff that I had discovered on U-tube, and made my own digital explorations of his ass hole, and soon enough I was rewarded with a quickening and tensing that I recognized as the signs of an imminent explosion. I pulled off his cock quickly. "Come in my pussy, Robbie." I panted. He obliging removed himself and his cock was almost instantly deep inside me. Within a few quick thrusts, he was shooting jet after jet of hot jizm deep inside me, and I came yet again. He shuddered as he collapsed on top of me, and I reached up to kiss him deeply. "We'll have to do this again real soon." I whispered huskily. "But right now we better get the hell out of here." We went out to the pool again, to find Charley and Tony nervously waiting for us. "Did you get busted?" Tony blurted, but Charley could see from my smile that things had progressed nicely. As the boys dove into the water to cool off, we set on the side of the pool, legs dangling in the water. "So?" Charley asked. I smiled. "Your little bro has a whole ton of potential." I noted. "How was Tony?" She grinned back. "He has a great cock. A little short, but nice and fat. We had hardly started fucking when someone came in, so I had to finish him off with a quick blow job in the public restroom in the lobby. So who was it, and how did you not get caught?" In answer, I pulled out my phone and showed her the video, and I could see it had the same effect on her as it had on me. "You know, I have a twat-full of your brothers come inside me right now." I mentioned casually. "Care to help a girl get cleaned out?" I knew that look in her eyes, but I could see the dilemma too. She wasn't past this whole incest thing yet, and I wasn't ready to push it, so I dove into the water. I turned and splashed her playfully. "We'll talk about this later." I promised. She laughed and dove in after me, seeking to dunk me. As we wrestled in the water, my mind was wrestling with my plans for the rest of the trip... Hotel Adventures Ch. 01 I have been a fan of this site for several years. This is my first attempt to give something back. Any constructive criticism and/or thoughts would be appreciated. Thanks! ************************ The hot water was cascading down over their entangled bodies. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, squeezing her firmly as he thrusted his engorged member into her time and time again. Her face and chest were pressed against the cold tile, their chill combined with the hot water and the fire rising inside her body was an incredible juxtaposition, like the cold sweats one gets with a fever. He raised his hands to massage her breasts while bending his neck to lick hers. The intense passion of their lovemaking and the over stimulation of her senses quickly brought a tingling to her toes, a telltale sign of her impending orgasm. Her breath came in short, quick bursts. Sensing the change in her body, her husband Todd began to pound into her with reckless abandon. Just as she began to voice her cries of orgasm induced pleasure; he thrusted one final time, shooting his load deep inside of her swollen and soaked pussy. Their bodies twitched and spasmed repeatedly as they came together. "Mrs. Parker? Did you hear me?" The thick Hispanic accent of Maria, the senior member of her cleaning staff interrupted Stacy Parker's day dream. Her sex life with her husband Todd had been declining over the last few months and the wonderful romp in the shower this morning was making it hard for her to focus. "I'm sorry Maria. What did you say?" Stacy shook herself, clearing her mind in order to concentrate on the task at hand. "I said I filled out the supply slip and put it in your box." "Oh okay, no problem. I'll be sure to sign off on it after I make my rounds this morning." Giving Maria a pleasant smile, Stacy grabbed her clipboard and stood up from her desk. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to check the stock in the gift shop. I'll meet up with you in 30 minutes to check the rooms." Stacy had been the manager of The Cielo hotel for 5 years. It is an old, elegant 5-Star hotel in Miami Gardens. With 200 rooms and year-round minimum of 90% capacity, running the hotel was two handfuls of work and then some. It took some time to get adjusted to the task. But Stacy was more than equipped to handle it. She was a smart, strong, and confident young woman. Not to mention successful for her age. Having graduated from the University of Miami with a degree in hotel management, Stacy worked for a few smaller hotels in the South Florida area before being promoted to her current position. At 30 years of age she was the youngest manager in the hotels long and illustrious history. And while not the only woman to hold the position, she was by far the most attractive; a point which had been problematic a few different times with both male and female staff members over the years. Standing at 5'3'' (without heels) Stacy was a woman who certainly turned heads. A thin, decently muscular lady, she never considered herself to be a beauty. But how many women really do? Far from voluptuous, she had average B-sized breasts, with a firm, shapely ass that she took pride in; in fact it was the one physical feature of her body that Stacy believed set herself apart from other women. Her medium length straight brown hair, square thick-framed glasses, and preferred business suit with pencil skirt attire gave her the look of a serious professional. She ran her hotel in tight fashion, rarely having issues she didn't see to personally. Stacy and Todd met at UM, dated for two years, and then got married. He was a successful bank manager, and while their professional lives were certainly successful, their personal lives had become strained. The first few years were easy; neither of them had been promoted to their current position. They spent their days bending over backwards for their bosses and their nights bending over for each other. But as both of their professional lives had gotten more serious they found they had less and less time for each other. As the saying goes, the honeymoon was over, and the monotony of everyday life had set in. They had a passionate, if relatively vanilla, sex life which they maintained in the beginning. But as of late, even that had begun to fall by the wayside. It was for this reason that her mind was continuously returning to the much needed release they had experienced this morning. Putting the final touches on her gift shop inventory, Stacy walked back in to the exquisitely decorated main lobby of The Cielo Hotel. As she walked up to the front desk to meet Maria she overheard Eric, a young new maintenance worker talking to Josephine, a Guest Services Representative at the front desk. "So now on top of the fact that we are short-handed setting up for the Senators fundraiser, the water heater on the 4th floor is out and I've got to go take care of that." He said. "I for one can't see how complaining to a fellow employee in full view of the guests is helping you accomplish either of those tasks Eric." Stacy snapped quickly while walking up to her young staff members. "Get back to the ballroom, you're needed more there. I will take care of the heater on 4." "Yes ma'am." Eric said abashedly "And as for you Jo, I expect better. You've been here long enough to know that our top priority is creating an atmosphere of ease and relaxation for our guests. Complaints do not belong out here on the floor." "Yes Mrs. Parker, of course, you're right." Though Josephine was talking to Stacy, the young girls' eyes were glued to Eric's ass as he walked away. Following the young woman's gaze Stacy couldn't help but admire the young man's physique as well. He was young, a little over 21, lean and muscular and tan; the kind of young stud that could surely make any woman soar and scream. 'Damn girl, get a grip!' She chided herself. Try as she might she couldn't seem to escape these thoughts. It was like she was sixteen all over again. Everywhere she looked, all she saw was sex. Fantasizing about a coworker was not unheard of, but still, she liked to be more professional when on the clock. Putting aside the thought of what Eric's panther like body could and perhaps should be doing to her, she wrote a note for Maria to continue the inspection without her, left it with Josephine, and hurriedly moved across the lobby to the elevator. She pressed the button for the 4th floor and the doors began to close. Just before the opposing ends cemented their union a large hand stuck between them, causing the pairs to part once more. A couple of the same age as herself entered the elevator. From the bags in their hand and the gleam in their eyes, she easily surmised they were a married couple starting a much needed vacation The man, tall and slender with skin of a deep ebony looked towards Stacy. "Sorry to barge in, we're a little eager to get up to our room" he said. As he and his wife got inside the elevator they both instantly dropped their bags and placed an arm or two around each other. He was at least 6'3 and though thin, his body had the look of a man who'd made his living with his hands, not sitting behind some desk. His wife was tall for a woman but still looked tiny compared to his height. She was about 5'9", with a thin stomach and curves that many women, including Stacy, would be jealous of. The light blue and yellow sundress she was wearing was working overtime attempting to contain her ample cleavage and round, thick buttocks. "It's nothing to worry about sir. Welcome to The Cielo Hotel. We're happy to have you stay with us." Stacy said. His wife, snuggling against her husband's chest, extended her hand. Stacy shook it and introduced herself as the manager. "If there is anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please don't hesitate to call." The woman, a beautiful ebony goddess, held Stacy's hand in her own. "I'm Vanessa, this is my husband John." The touch of the soft, silky skin of the woman permeated Stacy's own skin, sending shivers throughout her body. 'This woman is literally radiating SEX.' She thought to herself. Trying to keep control she stepped back and looked towards the panel of lights to select her floor. 'Of course we're going to the same floor! Heaven forbid I get a break from any of the crazy temptations waltzing around this place!" She told herself sarcastically as the lift sprang to life. The doors finally closed and the elevator became quiet. It was the suddenness of the silence in that elevator that drew Stacy's attention back to the couple. She briefly made eye contact with John and flashed a polite, if a little awkward, smile. The walls of the elevator were mirrors and it was in these mirrors that the slight movements of John drew her attention. His large hand was firmly implanted on his wife's ass, massaging the thick, full cheeks very erotically. Slowly his hand started moving lower until his fingertips reached the bottom of her dress and started lifting it up. The curves of the bottom of Vanessa's cheeks were now visible in the mirror. Stacy stared openly at the display in front of her, caught up in her own thoughts. As John's fingers rose higher, just out of view, a pleased hum escaped Vanessa's mouth as she shifted her legs slightly apart. It didn't take much imagination to see John's long fingers grazing her moist lips, circling her most sacred spot until his fingers softly rubbed across the center of her desire. A louder pleased hum came from Vanessa, and it was this additional noise that snapped Stacy back to reality. Shaking out the cobwebs she looked back towards the couple. Vanessa had her head laid upon John's chest, and she was looking straight at Stacy. Her eyes never wavered. They pierced Stacy, almost daring her to say something about her husband fingering her pussy in that elevator. John was also looking at Stacy, though his eyes were glued to the reflection of her ass in the mirror, gently biting his lower lip as he toyed with his wife. The audacity of these two threw Stacy off. She didn't know how to react. Luckily the 'ding' of the elevator reaching their destination saved her. Snapping back into 'work mode' she smiled at the couple and asked them their room number. "4202." John said looking at his key card. "Ah, La Suite Presidencial. Allow me to show you the way, this way if you would please." As they walked down the hall Stacy looked back over her shoulder. "So how long are you staying with us?" "A week. We live in Chicago." John replied, walking down the hall hand-in-hand with his wife. "We like to go rather far away when we get the chance." "Of course with three kids that doesn't happen very often." Vanessa chimed in. This comment almost made Stacy stop dead in her tracks. Turning around and giving the woman an appraising look she said. "You have three kids? It certainly doesn't show." "Thanks sweetheart, that's nice of you to say." Vanessa replied. "It took a lot of work to lose the weight, but my loving and supportive husband, and our wicked little sex life are more than enough motivation to get it done." At this comment, John's smile was making its own slow climb towards each ear. "And if you don't mind me saying so, you've got quite the body yourself." Looking Stacy up and down she continued, "Yes ma'am, you would be a big hit with some of our friends." Confused by the comment, Stacy looked towards the woman. "Friends?" She asked. "Ah, here we are." John's deep voice abruptly cut off any reply his wife might have made to clarify her statement. Opening the door and ushering the couple inside Stacy said, "As you can see, this suite has two floors with your own staircase past the living room. It features a spacious kitchen and living room, as well as the guest bedroom and guest bathroom here on the bottom floor. The master bed and bath are located upstairs." As the husband and wife surveyed their surroundings Stacy noticed a look of concern upon Vanessa's face. "Is everything to your liking?" Stacy asked. "The room is beautiful." Vanessa said. "But I can't help notice the lack of windows." "Ah yes." Stacy said looking at the solid wall behind her. "As I'm sure you know this is a very old facility. This floor contains a maintenance passage behind this wall. It allows us to work on electrical and plumbing repairs without disturbing our guests." She could tell this was a bit of hotel trivia her guests were not expecting. "You mean there are hallways within the walls?" John asked. "Yes. In fact that's where I was headed before you joined me. A problem required my attention in the passage. And I understand your concern about the windows, but if you'll accompany me up the stairs, I'm sure you'll find the view from your bedroom more than compensates." As Stacy led the way, the pair followed closely. Not too closely though, as both slowed their pace to admire the way Stacy's well-toned legs and juicy cheeks jiggled with each ascending step. Once arriving in the master suite, both John and Vanessa were blown away by the beauty of the room. Their entire south wall was lined with massive, floor-to-ceiling windows and two sets of blackout curtains were currently drawn back giving the occupants a breath-taking view of the hotels famed "Garden of Eden." Tall oak trees created the impenetrable perimeter of the property and a maze of bright flowers, citrus trees, walkways and ponds could be seen throughout the garden. "Wow." Vanessa said, obviously impressed. "You like?" Stacy asked. "Very much so." John replied. As he said this he walked up behind his wife and wrapped his long, strong arms around her. The two stood there for a few minutes completely lost in the moment and the wondrous beauty of the haven that lay before them. As they drank in the intoxicating flora John's hands began to roam; first dragging lazily across his wife's belly then slowly working up to her large breasts. As he massaged them the combination of his ministrations and the soft fabric of her dress caused her nipples to become erect. They quickly became so hard Stacy thought they were about to rip through the thin fabric covering them. Enjoying his touch, Vanessa once again leaned her head back into her husband's chest and gasped audibly when he started to pinch and squeeze her nipples. Vanessa then worked one hand back between their bodies, grasping her husband's cock and working it over the top of his pants. Seeing the couple enjoying themselves caused the fire in Stacy's loins to rise once again. Seemingly oblivious to her presence, Stacy cleared her throat loudly. Remembering she was there but not moving their hands away, the couple turned to look back at her. "Yes well, I'm glad you find the room to your liking." Stacy said uncomfortably. Turning to face the opposite wall and walking forwards she said. "As you can see, the master bath is located through here. It features his and hers sinks, a large jacuzzi tub and separate shower, as well as a private closet containing the toilet." When she turned around again she saw that John and Vanessa had made their way to the bed and were sitting on its edge. John had leaned back, resting his weight on his hands behind him. Vanessa was leaning forward looking over at Stacy with her left hand still in her husband's crotch. His erect penis was clearly visible and enjoying the deliberate movements of his wife. In a matter of seconds Vanessa had taken him from a slight bump in his pants to a towering inferno struggling wildly to get free. Stacy stared at it, unable to believe its size and what was happening here in front of her. Not breaking her eye contact, Vanessa looked to Stacy and said. "Well sweetie, I think we can figure out the rest from here, and as you can see, John and I have some big business to attend to." As she said this Vanessa began squeezing and rubbing his cock a little harder. "Of course if you're not too busy, you're more than welcome to stay and watch. Lord knows it wouldn't be the first time, hell or even the last time, we've played to an audience." It took all of her willpower to remove her eyes from John's swelling manhood and vocalize a coherent response. "Yes, well...um...I, I mean No...I uh, have things I need to do." She stammered. "Oh well, next time then." Vanessa said while giving Stacy a devious wink. At that Stacy turned quickly, leaving the room as fast as she could. Practically running out the door, she took a quick right through a door marked 'Employees Only" and slammed it shut behind her. Stacy paused a moment to adjust to the lighting. The circuit breaker for the water heater was located at the opposite end of the hall. As she walked, the hall was filled with muffled sounds emanating from the occupied rooms. Since it was almost noon, many of the patrons were elsewhere. Even with the majority of the occupants at the pool or out to lunch there were still plenty of voices from television sets and occasionally guests, penetrating the thin drywall between Stacy and the rooms. Arriving at the end of the hall and reaching the breaker, she opened the box and reset the switch. Immediately she was rewarded with the hum of the water heater coming back to life. As she turned back down the hall her thoughts drifted back to her husband and the wonderful sex they'd had that morning. Deciding she would text him to let him know just how much she'd enjoyed it when she got back to her office, she was about halfway down the hall when muffled voices, distinctly different from the others, caught her attention. As she continued to walk the sounds got louder. Almost reaching the end she could tell the noises were more guttural, grunts and moans, than they were people talking. Instantly she thought of Vanessa and John and wondered if it might be the two of them making love that she was hearing. When she reached the last room at the end of the narrow passage her suspicions were confirmed. She stood just outside of the back wall of the room she had just left, and there was no doubt that it was the sounds of passionate coupling that she was hearing. Already aroused from this morning and her previous encounter with the couple, Stacy found herself unable to walk away. She knew she should. She knew that the couple knew she was in this passageway. Was this intentional? Did they want her to hear? When she left them they had been upstairs in their suite, but considering how well she could hear them, she knew they must have come downstairs into the living room. "Yeah baby, that feels good. Keep sucking my dick just like that!" Stacy heard John say. "I know that hot little bitch from the hotel was turning you on." A slurp and pop came through the wall before she heard Vanessa say, "Yeah she was. It would have been so much better if she would have stuck around." "Yeah I would've loved to have had us an audience that was so... official. You can tell just by looking at her, that girl is the rule that was meant to be broken. And though she ran away this time, I think we can be the ones to convert her." The sound of her fellatio continued again. Beads of sweat were starting to form on Stacy's brow. Instinctively she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse in a vain attempt to assuage the heat pouring off her body. "Sit down." Vanessa's lust filled voice called out. "I really hope she is still back there, I want her to hear you filling my wet pussy up with that big beautiful dick of yours." Stacy could hear the couch screaming under the addition of John's weight. Vanessa grunted loudly as John slammed his cock home. She could hear the sounds of their skin slapping together as their bodies met with each thrust. Without even trying, Stacy could clearly see the couple in her mind's eye. She imagined John sitting on the couch with Vanessa on all fours on the floor in front of him. Her thick, sexy ass raised high in the air as she bent her hips and slammed down onto John's cock. It wasn't until the first passionate cries of Vanessa's orgasm that Stacy realized she had been touching herself. Here she was, in a maintenance passage of her own hotel, shirt open, running her fingers over one nipple and rubbing her slit through the top of her skirt. She started to gently squeeze her nipples and worked a hand inside her panties to feel her soaking wet pussy.