0 comments/ 73380 views/ 4 favorites Hotel Paradise By: English Bob “Anyone playing this evening?” I asked my head receptionist, Kelly. Idly I let my finger run through the dust on the top of the reception desk and then studied the tip with a satisfied smile; the new cleaner seemed to at least be doing her job. “Just Mr. Franklin and one other player. I’ve never seen this one in here before.” I craned my neck to peer round the glass doors of the small casino that joined the main body of the hotel. One benefit of running a small island hotel; mainlanders loved to get away for a few days and gamble their hard earned cash! I saw Joe Franklin’s large frame fill the seat at one end of the small card table as he acutely studied the hand that he had been dealt. Joe was a regular; hopping over on the short flight between his home on the mainland about once a month to try his luck. He was almost always accompanied by his wife, May – an island trophy wife, I guessed – but tonight she was obvious by her absence. “Mrs. Franklin not here?” I enquired of Kelly “In her room. I gave them 802, the junior suite.” Kelly replied and brandished a large bouquet of colourful flowers. “Her birthday, I guess. I was just going to run these up to her now.” I nodded my agreement. Franklin and his wife and last been here only a week ago. It was unusual for them to return so quickly but, I supposed, the birthday explained the impromptu visit. I felt a surge of pride that Joe had selected a visit to the Hotel Paradise for his wife’s treat. As I looked back into the main gaming room I was not so interested in the game that was going on but rather in Joe’s opponent. We didn’t get many surfers at Hotel Paradise but this one was a real “water-rat”. I considered the two men as they faced each other across the table; poker-faces, concentration obvious. They made an odd couple. Joe, in his late forties, dark-skinned and with a well-fed, handsome face that comes through good living and expensive soap, wore his usual lightweight suite. His hair, greying at the temples, was combed back neatly. His opponent was in direct contrast. Several years Joe’s junior, the young man wore below-the-knee baggy shorts that were fashionably frayed and a patterned shirt that had clearly seen better days. His skin looked burnt rather than bronzed. I remained behind the reception desk, tidying and making myself useful, until Kelly had returned from delivering May Franklin’s flowers. I watched her as she sashayed through the main lobby on her way back to reception. She had only been working at the hotel for a short time but she was a good find. The guests liked her easy and polite temperament and I liked the way that, in the late afternoon with the sun coming through the lobby doors from the west, I could see right through the almost translucent dresses that she wore! “Thanks.” Kelly said simply as she replaced me behind the desk. “No problem. Did she like the flowers?” Kelly grinned back at me knowingly. “I think she has more than flowers on her mind for tonight.” She said wickedly. “She’s dressed to kill!” I smiled back, my mind imagining Kelly in the sort of lingerie or sexy clothes that I supposed Mrs. Franklin was currently wearing. “Evening, Harry!” My reverie was immediately broken by the loud, booming voice that I knew belonged to Joe Franklin. I turned and waved at him as he passed through into the Neptune Bar. “Evening, Mr. Franklin. Time for a drink?” I followed Joe into the bar as he propped himself up on one of the bar stools and poured him his usual scotch and ice. “Join me?” He said, friendly as always. I nodded and poured a second. It was early and we were the only people in the bar. “Thanks.” I said. “So, who won?” Joe smiled. “Who do you think? It’s May’s birthday, did you know?” I nodded, indicating that I had already seen the huge bouquet that Joe had purchased. “Big one this year,” he continued, “forty.” I raised my glass in a silent toast. “For her thirtieth we went to Vegas. She won $500 on the roulette table. She was so happy she went straight upstairs and banged the bell-boy!” He stopped and saw the look of shock on my face. I was thinking hard. The bell-boy? He seemed to understand the unspoken question in my mind. “Oh I loved it.” He said quickly. “I got to watch it all!” As the thoughts jostled for position in my cluttered mind, suddenly things seemed to come into focus. This now made sense of all the times that I had seen Joe and May in the company of another man – Joe was a “wife-watcher”! “For her thirty-fifth, a friend and I took her to Disney Land. She was a real kid; dashing about and giggling like a teenager again. She completely wore us out – in the bedroom too!” I took a long gulp of my scotch, feeling it burn the inside of my throat. “Where is she now?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “I got her a surfer, they’re upstairs now.” He seemed happy. I took another mouthful of scotch, draining the glass. I poured us both another drink. “On the house” I explained quickly. Joe accepted graciously and downed the drink in one swallow. “Well, I’m going to go and see what’s happening upstairs.” His eyes twinkled as he smiled. I watched him walk to the door of the bar, his back straight and adjusting his already perfect tie as he went. Suddenly he stopped and turned. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul. “Unless….” He started. “Maybe you would like…..?” I wondered if I was hearing things. Was Joe Franklin really asking if I’d like to go up to his suite and watch his wife being fucked by another man? “Come on,” Joe said as if hearing my unasked question. “It’ll be fun! I know you like May, and to see her naked is something else! You like to join me?” How could I refuse? The express elevator lived up to its name and deposited us on the correct floor within seconds. As we approached Joe’s suite the door opened and the young man that I had seen him playing poker with earlier exited furtively. I could see his hand adjusting his zipper as if he had just put his shorts back on. Seeing Joe and I approach, the surfer scuttled away down the corridor. “Shit!” Franklin explained. “That was quick!” As Joe and I entered the room quietly, May Franklin was sitting on the leather sofa. The tiny denim skirt that she was “wearing” was rucked up around her waist. Her panties lay discarded on the floor and the thin t-shirt was pulled down. She wore no bra and I could see the exquisite mounds of her breasts as they heaved up and down with each breath. Joe seemed completely unfazed by his wife’s semi-naked appearance. “What happened?” he asked quickly. “All talk and no action!” May replied with obvious frustration. “I’d only just got his cock in my mouth and he shot his load!” “Oh no! I’m so sorry baby!” Joe replied, the empathy clear in his voice. “I thought he’d be good!” “That’s all well and good, but what about me?” May’s voice had risen in pitch. “It’s my birthday and you promised.” I watched as May Franklin’s full lips turned into a petulant pout. For a moment the room was silent. Joe was thinking and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his wife’s breasts. I was aware of two pairs of eyes burning into me. It took a second or two but eventually my brain engaged. “You mean…me?” My voice was cracked. Suddenly my throat felt very dry. Franklin and May nodded earnestly. Were they concerned that I might refuse? I couldn’t get my shirt off and my jeans open quickly enough! I lay back on the sofa next to May Franklin and groaned quietly as her hands began stroking my chest and helping to ease down my jeans. The bulge in my underwear bore evidence to my excitement and I watched May lick her lips in anticipation. Joe had settled himself in a comfortable armchair opposite and was fervently watching, happy in the knowledge that his wife’s birthday treat was not a complete failure. “Mmmmm” May murmured as she nibbled my ear. “You have a nice big cock, and so hard. Lovely!” Not for the first time in my life, I was glad that I had been well blessed in the genitalia department. My erection was firm and solid and I gasped as I felt May’s long, slender fingers squeeze and massage me through the material of my underwear. I had to concentrate. There was no way that I wanted to show myself up as the surfer had done earlier. Premature ejaculation had never yet been a concern for me and I was determined not to let it start now. May continued to pull down my pants and underwear, eventually freeing my raging hard-on. She cooed enthusiastically as I sprang loose and immediately wrapped her cool fingers around the hot flesh of my shaft. I sighed as she expertly manipulated me, gently pulling my foreskin all the way back and running the tip of her finger around the exposed, swollen head. Her other hand cupped my balls gently and I could feel electrifying sensations ripple through me as she slowly masturbated me. “Let’s see that big cock slide in your mouth baby!” Until that point my eyes had been luxuriously half closed as I revelled in the wonderful sensations but I quickly blinked them open as I heard Joe’s voice. I had almost forgotten that he was there! With a wink at me, May lowered her head. I held my breath in anticipation and then let out a long, deep sigh as I felt her painted lips close around the head of my cock. The inside of her mouth felt glorious; warm and inviting and I had to use as much control as I could muster to stop bucking my hips and sending the entire length of my tool into her throat. But May was good. Very good. Her hands held me firmly and her fingers caressed my straining balls as she fellated me. Her lips were like feathers as they slid up and down my shaft and my hips rose and fell slowly trying to keep in time with her oral rhythm. I could feel a tingling sensation begin to undulate in my nether regions and I closed my eyes again, concentrating hard until I had myself back under control. Despite the fact that I believed my self control to be very good. I was still finding it hard not to cum. Earlier, I had mentally rebuked the surfer for not being able to satisfy May Franklin properly but, I reasoned, if this was the sort of treatment that he had received, I was not entirely surprised that the young man hadn’t lasted very long! But I was determined not to disgrace myself. I had to do something – and fast! “Time for me to return the favour.” I croaked. I was surprised at how hollow my voice sounded as I, reluctantly, pulled May’s lips from my penis. “I want to taste your pussy, baby.” “Mmmmm” she responded, licking a trace of saliva from my cock-head and making me twitch violently. “Now that sounds like a very nice idea!” Gently I pushed her back against the sofa. Her breasts were warm to my touch and I heard a little gasp of excitement escape her lips as I plucked at one hard, pink nipple. I flicked the bud – not too gently, either – and smiled as I heard her gasp louder. I saw the little nub of flesh swell even more. My hand slid down her warm body and, as my fingers slithered through the moist folds of her perfectly trimmed vagina, she seemed to melt against me. I opened her lips – skilfully, I thought – with the fingers of one hand whilst continuing to roll a nipple with the fingers of the other. Her lower body moved back and forth gracefully and my fingers slid in easily. May moaned softly as I continued to finger her vagina. My lips brushed against the hot skin of her taught, flat stomach and I kissed her navel, swirling my tongue into the tiny indent and making her squirm delightfully under me. I kissed lower. I could almost feel the heat emanating from between her legs and could smell the sweet aroma of her sex as her essence assaulted my senses. My lips moved lower again until my head was between her soft thighs. My tongue extended slowly and I felt her react with an electrifying jolt as I came into contact with her throbbing clitoris. Her juices were flowing freely and her body twisting and contorting as I quickly brought her to the edge of climax with my tongue and fingers. Her head lolled back and a whispered moan escaped her parted lips. I felt her whole body start to shake as her back arched and her toes curled involuntarily. At the point of orgasm, she let out a banshee-like wail and flooded my face with her fluid. Her hands clasped the back of my head and crushed me to her pussy ensuring that I bore the full force of her climax. As I arose, wet and smiling, from between May’s quivering thighs, I looked over at her husband. Joe was sitting with his legs spread, his suit pants and underwear were around his ankles and he was feverishly rubbing a small, semi-erect penis. “Fuck her, Harry.” He gasped as he squeezed his balls lightly. “Fuck my wife. Please!” This was an easy request to concede. My cock was aching almost painfully now and the thought of sinking into the warm depths of May’s pussy was, frankly, extremely inviting. Sitting back on the sofa, I held my turgid member firmly in my hand and indicated for May to get on top of me. She smiled warmly as she swung a still shaking leg over my midsection and rested a knee on the sofa on either side of me. I held my breath as she sank slowly down onto me. My hand, still gripping the base of my cock, guided me into her hot sex-hole. She was very, very wet and, even though I could never remember being any harder or more swollen, my raging erection slipped into her like a knife through warm butter. While her husband looked on, May Franklin rode me to heaven and back. Her hands cupped her tits and massaged the nipples as she lifted and descended in my lap. My cock was straining for release but I knew that the longer I held onto my cum, the better would be the final, glorious climax. May’s lips moved as she opened and closed her mouth in silent lust; mere whispers of my name and Joe’s filtering through the still air of the room. The cheeks of her tight ass were right there in front of me and I gripped the warm orbs and massaged them vigorously. I could hear her moan louder as I separated the cheeks and exposed her star shaped anus. I knew that I was doing the right thing and so gently slipped the tip of my finger into the tiny hole. As she felt her back passage penetrated by my finger, May howled again. I could feel a new torrent of juice erupt from her slit and as my cock and balls became soaked, I knew that she had cum again. “She just loves a finger in her ass, Harry!” Joe cried from the armchair as he saw me poke his wife’s ass. From May’s reaction, this simple fact could not be denied. But then I had another thought. “Would you like anything a little larger up your ass, baby?” I whispered in her ear. May didn’t answer; she didn’t need to. Her moan of assent was enough to tell me that my idea was most definitely agreeable. With a little reluctance from both of us, I slid out from under my lover and pushed her firmly against the sofa. She was still on her knees and facing the wall so I had no problem in sidling up behind her, throbbing cock at the ready, and placing the swollen head against her exposed anus. May’s skirt had fallen down a little to cover the swell of her buttocks, so, quickly – and quite roughly, I thought – I pushed the garment back up to reveal her in all her glory. My hands gripped her butt tightly and, as I pushed down with my hips, I opened the sweet half peaches of her ass and allowed the head of my cock to spear the tight hole. At the first thrust, May moaned in, I guessed, a mixture of pain and pleasure. But my ardour was fierce now. My cock throbbed and I pushed again sending three inches of shaft deep inside her. I felt her body tense but at the same time push back onto me. I knew that she wanted this now as much as I did. “Oh yes!” She cried heartily. “Fuck me, Harry. Fuck my ass hard!” It was to be my pleasure. My hips moved back and forth in a slowly building rhythm as I sawed myself in and out of May’s tight back passage. Her internal muscles gripped me like a vice. The friction was exquisite. I could feel myself swelling uncontrollably. I remembered her twin orgasms and knew with satisfaction that I had lasted the course. I was going to blow really soon! “Oh, God, May!” I cried. “I’ve got to cum. I’ve held back so long I’m ready to explode!” “In my mouth, Harry!” May enthused. “Do it so I can see you shoot!” Extricating herself quickly from our current position, Joe Franklin’s sexy wife squatted in front of me and gripped my throbbing, twitching penis and stuffed the whole head into her mouth sucking deeply. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My balls contracted with a mind of their own and, before I had a chance to warn her, I felt the cum streaming up through my shaft. There was no turning back now and my shaking hands gripped the back of her head tightly as I swamped her mouth and face in a torrent of sticky, white sperm. I cried out in ecstatic rapture as I watched May’s features become obscured by my vital fluid. The poor woman’s face was awash with the evidence of my lust and, from her gleeful expression, it was clear that she was enjoying every second of it. The Franklin’s one night stay turned into two and then three nights as May and I fucked like rabbits all weekend. At one time May even managed to persuade my new receptionist, Kelly into joining as and Joe and I sat back masturbating as the two girls fulfilled a clearly harboured lesbian fantasy. May told me later that Joe had been impotent for nearly four years. She explained that she loved him dearly but there was no way that she could do without sex - and on a regular basis. Joe had understood this and so their relationship had changed and developed. I suggested that they might both like to visit the hotel every weekend from now on – at a heavily reduced rate, of course! - but Joe turned me down flat saying that there were a lot of guys – and girls – out there that his wife still hadn’t fucked yet! I was disappointed of course but, on the night after they’d left, lying alone in my bed and idly playing with my stiff cock, I heard my bedroom door slowly creak open. Kelly stood there framed in the doorway, the moonlight filtering through the thin nightdress that she was wearing and displaying her womanly charms in silhouette. “I just wondered if I’d finished for the night, Harry.” She said coyly. “Or maybe there’s something else that you need?” I smiled to myself as she padded barefoot across towards me, dropping the nightdress as she went. I stared heavenward and profusely thanked all the God’s for my job at the Hotel Paradise! Hotel Paradise The end of this weekend was also going to be the end of a long, long road trip. I don't often travel in my business, but this current project had been a little out of the ordinary and had required me to pitch the proposal, in person, to a number of board members around the country. I didn't mind the travel, and luckily the proposal itself was everything they had wanted and my trip really just a formality. Still, the formality seemed like it was taking a large chunk out of my life. This last flight, to Phoenix Arizona, had been delayed three times before it finally got off the ground in Chicago. The plane was packed it being the start of a weekend, and the poor gentleman beside me spent the entire flight trying to sooth his colic ridden infant who decided about 20 minutes after take-off to show everyone what it had had for lunch. I was lucky enough that most of it landed on the guy and the seat in front of us. So I didn't have to wear it... but trust me, the smell lingered for the entire flight. By the time I got to the hotel I was a bit cranky and tired of traveling, ready to rest. I phoned the board member as I got off the plane and was informed by his secretary that due to the delays in my flight, he presumed I was not coming and had gone to his vacation home for the weekend, He would be happy to meet me on Monday at my convenience. Great, well... now I had nothing more to do but relax at the hotel for the entire weekend All I could hope for was that the streak of bad luck had passed, that the hotel was comfortable, the shower was good and the place had a pool. If I could achieve that, I would be happy.... Little did I know just how happy I would be, or how far, far away my streak of bad luck really was. The hotel was pleasant enough. It had a spacious lobby, 3 restaurants, a couple of bars, one of which was by the pool, a workout room, and an attractive woman behind the counter. She smiled a great deal and assured me that she was there to serve me should I need anything. At the time I was tempted to tell her all the things I thought she could do for me, but why ruin a good start to a long stay. I dropped my stuff in the room, hung my clothes in the closet, took a short shower to freshen up grabbed a towel, and headed for the pool. I had about 2 good hours of sunshine left and I wasn't about to allow anything to interfere with that. The pool itself turned out to be one of those large amorphous shaped things with lounge chairs scattered around it each with a large, white, (or red, very, very red) body laying whale-like across it. Each that is except for one chair which I found around the corner and which seemed to be the only lounge chair that was unoccupied. I tossed my towel onto the chair, paced over to the pool and dove in. The water was cool and refreshing and even though I had just showered, the silky feel of water streaming over my skin as I swan the length of the pool underwater was just what I needed. I surfaced at the other end, grabbed a few breaths and made the return trip. Once on the other side, I rose out of the water, went back to my chair and grabbed my towel. In what had been an occupied but vacant lounge chair next to me lay a slender, tan, dark haired woman in a black bikini pink toenail polish and her nose deep into a book. Her legs were toned very attractive, and the first thing that caught my eye. She had the legs of a gymnast I noticed, then reasoned that she might be indeed as she appeared to be a bit small. Then I realized that not only was she petite, she was likely only about 20 years old. I turned away before I got any further ideas. At 43, and married, its not that I don't appreciate the feminine form at that age, its just that it has mostly turned into a "window shopping" experience for me. You can look but you had better not touch if you know what I mean. Even if the interest was there, and sometimes there was plenty of interest, the likelihood of a woman in that age bracket feeling the same way was slim to none. So, I shopped on occasion. Nothing wrong with that. As I was drying my head a waiter appeared at my side and asked if I something from the bar. I ordered a scotch, and was turning away when he said "and for your daughter?" I turned back and he was looking at the black bikini-clad gymnast. "I'll have a Pina Colada please" she said. Mr. waiter turned to me with a questioning look on his face, as if to say 'Sir, is your daughter old enough to have a drink?' I began to point out that she was NOT in fact my daughter, but before I could get three words out of my mouth I heard her say "Oh Daddy! Don't be such a spoil sport! Now I will be honest here and say that this lithe beautiful girl, smiling up at me and calling me daddy quite took me by surprise. I stammered, looked at the now smirking waiter, and said "whatever the lady wants. Put it on my room" and gave him the number and he walked away. "Thanks" she said. "But you don't have to pay. I have money and she reached for her bag next to the lounge. "Don't worry about it" I said, its an expense account. Really." "Are you sure? I really can pay".... She looked up at me from her lounge and for the first time I noticed that her shoulder length dark brown hair and smooth skinned tan framed a pair of crystal blue eyes and a smile of beautiful white teeth. "Trust me, its not a problem" I said as I dropped into the lounge next to her and finally laid back to rest. The drinks came a short while later, she smiled and said cheers, clinking her glass to mine and thanked me again for the drink. Whatever she was reading must have been very good because she kept her nose buried in her book and said little more the rest of the afternoon. While I would have liked to strike up a conversation, I found myself mostly waiting for her real father, or boyfriend to wander by and so had written her off. I spent the rest of the afternoon sipping my scotch, thinking about my week ahead and wondering what I was going to do for excitement for the next two days. As the afternoon sun faded, she rose from her chair set her book aside and too a final sip from her drink. Though young, she moved with an elegance and poise usually found in woman somewhat older. She pulled her hair back and gathered it on the back of her neck the way woman often do, ran her fingers around the elastic in her suit, and bent over to brush something off of her little pink toes. My eyes were mesmerized by her movement, and I couldn't keep them off of her. I could now see that she was likely 5'-5'most, and couldn't have weighed more than 105 pounds. I wouldn't have called her athletic, but there was little fat to be found on this slender body of hers. As she rose back up she noticed my stare and blushed. I didn't, couldn't say a word. I simply smiled. She blushed, turned her eyes away, then looked back and said "um....Hi" and smiled. "Sorry," I said and began to blush a bit myself, ...."I didn't mean to...." "Its okay" she interrupted, " I guess it's a compliment". Then she turned and walked to the pool, dove of the edge and the clear clean water enveloped her body. I wanted to wait around a bit for her to come back, but after a while I saw that she had started a conversation with some girls at the far end of the pool and after a few moments got out and joined a group of people closer to her age in laughter and conversation. Feeling like an old man again, I gathered up my things and headed back to my room for a well deserved nap before dinner. I woke at about 8, showered again, put on some jeans and a loose button down shirt and headed for the lobby. Only one restaurant was open at that hour for some reason, though it appeared that most people were just coming down to eat. I found a table close to the back, ordered another scotch and opened the magazine I had bought in the airport. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and assumed the waiter had come with my drink. I didn't bother to look up, and after a moment I heard a soft voice say "Um..... Hi.... Remember me?" I looked up to find my poolside "daughter" friend standing in front of me in a pair of white shorts and a dark blue cotton camisole. She had little else on that was certain. Certainly there was no bra underneath her camisole and it clung to her body like a second skin. I noticed now that her arms, neck and tummy were as tight and shapely as her legs had seemed earlier. Her shoulders were delicate, but made wider by her slender waist and flat tummy. "There don't seem to be any tables left, they said it would be about a 10 minute wait, but I thought, if you were alone, that perhaps I could share your table?" Her voice was soft and shy, and her sentences ended on an up-note the way many young people speak these days. She was intelligent, I could tell that much, and not afraid to take care of herself. But approaching a strange man in a restaurant had made her a little uncertain. All I knew was that I was quite happy to have her join me both for the company and well, lets be honest, any man would love to have this beautiful woman sitting across the table from him. It would however be difficult to keep my eyes off of her and I made a mental note not to get caught staring as I had at the pool. "Please, sit down. Of course you can join me." Always a gentleman, I stood as she took her seat. At that point the waiter DID come with my drink, and I ordered another Pina Colada for my new dinner guest. This brought a smile to her face. "You remembered." "well sure.... Suddenly having a beautiful daughter by the pool in a hotel in Phoenix is not something I am likely to forget very soon" I said. She blushed again as she slid into the booth. "I hope you didn't mind that. I really am old enough...." She looked up and met my eyes and I didn't turn away. "well.. okay almost old enough, but its not like I'm driving anywhere. I mean I am stuck in this hotel, so why not enjoy it? I agreed, and when her drink came we clinked glasses again and began what turned out to be a delightful and charming dinner. I learned that her name was Marinda, that she was in town interviewing for schools, and that yes, she was traveling alone. She was from some small town in Florida (thus the beautiful tan), had interviewed at three schools already and no, she was not really sure what she wanted to study yet though it was a close race between journalism and law. Her father had died in a military accident three months before she was born, and she and her mother had traveled from town to town for a bit before finally landing in the Florida panhandle. She seemed bright, independent, intelligent and capable. She turned out to be very well mannered, polite, and I learned, not really very shy at all. She had an easy way about her, sometimes coy, sometimes flirtatious. She had a wonderful giggle that was perhaps the last vestige of this girl turning into a woman. We talked about school and her grades, music, (a very different subject for each of us), travel and sports. In the end she tried to hook me up with her mother who she said had never re-married. I told her that I was already in fact married, no I had no children, yes I was happy in life, and what it was I was doing here in this hotel at this time. "Didn't you want kids?" she asked me. I related that we did, and may still actually, my wife is only 37 after all, but we just haven't gotten there yet it seemed. "Would you want sons or daughters?" This question came out of the blue, and I could see or thought I could see a sparkle in her eye when she asked it. "Well Marinda, I guess I have always wanted a son. Someone I could take camping and fishing and watch baseball games with." "You could do that with a daughter as well you know. We like all those things too. I wish I had had a father to teach me about camping baseball and dancing all of that stuff." We were quiet for a minute, letting that hang in the air. I felt a little awkward for some reason, and said well, I will be your daddy for the rest of the weekend if you like. Hell I have already started... why stop now?" This brought a smile to her face. "Yeah? Are ya gonna teach me about all of those things over the weekend?" she asked. "Well I don't know if we are going to be able to camp, but we can work on the others if you like." "You just like it when I call you daddy" she smiled. Again, I could swear there was a gleam in her eye. Certainly the smile on her face was innocent and unassuming, but its sounded like a fun game and so I of course decided to go along. "It's hard to admit, but yeah... there is a certain appeal to that." "I thought so." I saw a look in your eye when I mentioned it at the pool. I think you are just dying to have a daughter and you just don't know it." "Well perhaps you can show me the advantages of having a daughter....?" "I would love to. I am going to be the best daughter you ever had. Promise" she said and reached over and gave my hand a squeeze. "Ya think? Are you going to be a good girl?" "Of course!. I promise" she said and she pulled her hand back and looked away. For the life of me I couldn't tell if we were both flirting, or if it was all a figment of my very active imagination. I realized that my male mind was perhaps taking this all a little too far and that this young intelligent woman had simply joined me for dinner in a n attempt to meet new people and shorten her wait for food. Yet, looking at her, listening to her voice, seeing that glint in her eye, made my mind wander. I would have to be careful here. A girl of her age was not something to mess around with. The food was good and the conversation better. Despite the differences in our ages, we found much to talk about and before long she was telling me all about her boyfriends and asking my advice on how to handle them. I got bold at one point and said "So tell me.... Are you sleeping with him?" There was a pause that lasted longer than I felt comfortable with and for a moment I thought I had overstepped my bounds. In time she looked up and said "Yes" she faked a blush, then added "but only a couple of times. Its normal you know. I figured why not just get it out of the way." I smiled and let that hang there for a moment...... "so is he any good?" I asked a big smile on my face. She looked up and laughed out loud. "I don't know. He's my fisrt one..... He's okay I guess. I mean how am I supposed to know? Its not like I have a lot of experience." She paused then added "He's kinda fast. I mean god it doesn't take him long you know? Is it always like that?" I smiled, remembering my own sexual youth. "No. He's just young that's all. It feels real good for the guy at the very beginning, give him time to get used to it." Well I hope he doesn't take too long I only get to see him for another 2 months. Then we're off to school." "Perhaps the next guy then. It gets better trust me." "Either that or I'll just have to find an older guy" I was sipping my water at that moment and it was all I could do not to spit the whole thing across the table. I looked in her eye but saw no trace of innuendo there. She was just musing to herself. "As guys get older they tend to pay more attention to a woman's needs in bed I think. Take your time. In time you will find a man who will make you feel things you could never imagine baby girl." "I hope so anyway. So far it seems like it's been nothing but blowjobs and laying on my back. Well don't get me wrong, its not like I have done it all that often, but its just always the same thing you know? I mentioned it to him, but we always start the same way and before I know it he's done and sleeping." "Sounds familiar. I hate to admit it but I was probably like that at that age as well. Like I said. Give it time." The waiter came and cleared the table, and a small swing band had begun playing on a stage in the other end of the room. She grabbed my hand as said "so are you going to teach me how to dance now?" That smile both laughing with and taunting me at the same time. "Sure, anything for my only daughter" and with that I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Swing music is really the only type of music I can even attempt to dance to. The steps are simple and I enjoy it most because it's a dance that allows the partners to be very close together. I showed her the basic steps and she learned quickly. Within minutes we were into more advanced moves of tossing her out and spinning her around. She was light on her feet and fluid in motion. She was trying very hard to learn what I was teaching, and the look of both concentration and pleasure on her face made her so much more adorable that I found it hard to remember that she was NOT my daughter, and that I hardly knew this woman. For a woman she certainly was. I couldn't remember the last time I had had this much fun on the dance floor. During one number, I spun her around, holding her hand over her head gathered her in and spun her out again, our arms fully extended. Naturally, the next move was to bring her back in, which I did, and she landed against me, her arm around my waist and her face inches from mine. Our eyes met and we held there for a moment, slowly swaying to the music. She smiled shyly, then buried her face against my shoulder and wrapped her small fingers around my thumb. After a moment I pulled her body closer to mine and we spent the rest of that song and the next one just holding on another close and listening to the music. When the song ended, she pulled away and started to lead me back to the table. "That was a blast. I guess I have missed a lot not having a father." She looked up into my eyes and paused for a second. "I am learning a great deal..... like what its like with a guy who DOES know how to handle himself. Its so comfortable, so much more fun" "You will find the man who will make you feel just like this sometime baby. You'll know when its right too. Just don't rush it, and enjoy what you find along the way as well. Okay?" She turned her head up to look at me and almost by reflex and before I knew what I was doing I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. It was just a peck really, but it felt like so much more, maybe the way our eyes never left each other. After a moment, I turned away and said perhaps we should settle the bill. "Oh" she said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "it was just getting fun, can we have another drink though?" and she smiled that convincing smile that I suspect all daughters innately know how to do and added "Daddy....." She was certainly churning up a lot of fire inside of me with those eyes, I wondered if she knew that. "Why don't we close this bill, get a drink at the bar and take a walk around the grounds?" "That sounds like a great idea." And off we went. She said she had to use the ladies room, so I picked up a couple of glasses of merlot at the bar and met her outside the patio doors. She had brushed her hair and primped a bit, and in the soft glow of the ground lighting, she looked absolutely beautiful. She walked up to me and smiled as she took the glass from my hand. She took a sip then, her eyes never leaving mine, then we turned and started walking along the path. The hotel grounds were fairly extensive, and I learned that there was a golf course right adjacent to the lot. We took our glasses and headed in that direction. When w got to the first tee, she stopped, handed me her glass, grabbed my arm and leaned over to take her sandals off. "Is this okay? I love the feel of grass between my toes" "Baby girl... whatever you want is fine with me" I said and smiled. We turned and started walking across the grass and she never did let go of my arm. Something else that was just fine with me. We talked more about her studies and what classes she should take to cover both areas of interest. We talked about travel as well, and her mom and why she never re-married. We touched briefly on my wife, I told her I was happy and enjoying life, but admitted that there were times in life when we all falter or come close. She held my arm tighter at that point, "Well that only seems only natural. At least you love her. You DO love her don't you?" I admitted that I did and that I didn't know what I would do without my wife at times, which was true. She was my soul mate and I loved her dearly. It made it all the more confusing with this beautiful woman walking barefoot through the grass on my arm. Hotel Paradise Miriam Gibson was excited. The forty year old business woman was packing for a weekend away with her friends, Lucy Grace and Thelma Harrow. All three had been friends since school and shared the same class and had kept in contact since then. Miriam ran her own boutique in Thorbridge, in Sussex England. She had been married to her husband, Dan, for fifteen years and they had no children. Perhaps, thought Miriam, this was part of the reason why she felt the way she felt. Their love life had petered out to a big flat zero. Nothing Miriam tried seemed to stimulate her husband. Sexy underwear, even striptease didn't seem to motivate him. Even though she was forty now Miriam knew she was still very attractive. That was confirmed by the many male admirers she had giving her approving looks and smiles as she moved around town. She simply couldn't understand Dan's loss of desire. Miriam was five eight with a good figure with a firm bust. She often admired her body in the mirror of their bedroom. She would stand there and closing her eyes, she would fantasise about being ravished. Finally Miriam had had enough and decided she needed a weekend away. It was while she was having coffee with her friends in their usual café that Miriam poured out her woes. To her amazement Lucy and Thelma revealed similar situations at home too. It was Lucy that Miriam was surprised at. Of the three she had achieved the most. She was a qualified solicitor. She was married to Paul, also a solicitor. They had a five year old boy, Phillip and they shared a fine three storey house in a fashionable part of town. Thelma was a department head in Cooley's Department store. She and her husband, David, an accountant had been in a stale marriage for years and had no children. Lucy revealed it was all they shared now. They even had separate bedrooms. Miriam took her friend's hand. "I'm sorry Lucy. I didn't realise it was so bad." she said compassionately. "Oh, it's not as bad as it sounds. It just means we do her own thing without checking up on each other," replied Lucy, trying to sound convincing. "The point is, what are we going to do about it?" asked Thelma who had waited patiently. "I've been giving that some thought," answered Miriam. "Maybe we should have weekend away. Just the three of us," she concluded. "A weekend away where?" asked Lucy suspiciously. Miriam reached for her bag and produced a brochure entitled Hotel Paradise. "Hotel Paradise? Are you out of your mind?" asked Lucy. "Come on, Lucy. Keep an open mind. It looks like a great place. Tennis, golf, swimming pool, spa and lot of areas for walks," said Thelma enthusiastically. "Come on, Luce. We all need as break. It'll be fun, I promise," said Miriam. "I don't know..." "What have you got to lose. Let your hair down, Lucy, just once," interrupted Miriam. "Come on, Luce," said Thelma encouragingly. "Well, alright," responded Lucy reluctantly. Both her friends hugged her. "You won't regret it, Lucy, I promise," said Miriam. "I'll make the booking for the next bank holiday weekend." finished Miriam excitedly. *** Finally, Miriam was packed and came downstairs. Placing her suitcase in the hall he went into the living where her forty-five year old husband was engrossed in reading his paper. "Well, I'm off, then. See you on Monday," declared Miriam as she kissed her husband's head. "Mmm, have a good time," grunted Dan without looking up. "I intend to," she remarked defiantly. Dan's apparent lack of interest only steeled Miriam's resolve to truly enjoy herself and felt justified as she put her case in the back of her car and drove away, picking up Lucy and Thelma on the way. After several stops for a light meal and freshening up They finally arrived at the hotel. Miriam was surprised at the huge size of the hotel as she swung her car into the long driveway. She was also pleasantly surprised at the extensive grounds. The two tennis courts were on the right as she drove and the golf course was over to the left. There was also a large building adjacent to the hotel that was linked by a corridor. Miriam guessed this was the swimming pool. Lucy and Thelma followed Miriam as she made her way to the reception area. They were greeted by a man in his sixties. "Ah, Mrs Gibson, we've been expecting you," he said, as he peered over his round rimmed glasses. "My name James Ford, the manager of this establishment. I do hope you will enjoy your stay with us," he finished as he rang the bell three times. "Thank you, Mr Ford. I believe we will," responded Miriam enthusiastically. Ford simply smiled. Then three young men in their early twenties, dressed in smart red uniform with matching round hats appears. Ford handed them a key each and instructed them as to where the guests were to be accommodated. Miriam and her friends had rooms next to each other. "If I might suggest. Dinner is served at eight. Perhaps you would like to use the spa before then," said Ford. "Sounds great," replied Thelma enthusiastically and the others nodded in agreement. "Excellent, the staff will inform you when it is available," was Ford's reply. As she observed the young man as he carried her suitcase Miriam couldn't help but think how handsome he was. If she wasn't married she wouldn't think twice about bedding him, she thought. When the young man deposited her suitcase in the room Miriam went to her purse. The young man raised his hand in protest. "No thank you, ma'am. It's all included in the bill. If there is anything you need just pick up the phone and press one," he said politely. "Thank you," responded Miriam. The young man gave a slight bow before leaving. After unpacking Miriam sat on the bed and suddenly realised how tired she really was from driving. She rested her head on a pillow and soon fell into a light slumber. *** Miriam woke with a start. There was a light knock at the door. "Madam?" came a youngish sounding female voice. "Yes?" answered Miriam wearily. "Forgive madam but the spa is available now," came the response from behind the door. "Just a moment'" replied Miriam and jumped up from the bed. She opened the door to a dark skinned young woman of about nineteen or twenty in a button up white uniform. "Good evening Madam. My name is Alexandra, your masseuse." she said with a smile as she handed the older woman a white towel robe and a pair of slippers. "Perhaps Madam would like to get ready?" said the girl politely. Miriam wasn't shy. Nevertheless, she slipped behind the screen to undress before donning the robe. She was amazed at the comfort she felt with the sippers as Alexandra led her to the sauna. When she entered the sauna Lucy and Thelma were already relaxing there. "We thought you weren't coming," declared Thelma. "I fell asleep," replied Miriam who felt a little foolish for her admission. All three laughed heartily as the steam rose in the room. When the session ended all three were treated to a wonderful massage with their own personal masseuse. Miriam in particular enjoyed Alexandra's wonderful touch. She thought it was erotic and very rousing. She even felt wet, something that never happened in the presence of a woman. "So wonderful," Miriam moaned softly. Alexandra said nothing. She simply went on with her work. Finally all three donned their robes and returned to their rooms to dress for dinner. As she got dressed Miriam wondered about Alexandra. The dark skinned beauty was a wonderful masseuse. What intrigued Miriam though was that she had moved her hands to very intimate areas of her body and Miriam liked it. She wondered was there some sort of signal. Miriam put it behind her and enjoyed a hearty meal and the girly conversation that followed. All three went into the bar and were enjoying a drink when a tall young woman in her mid twenties and carrying a clipboard walked in. "Mrs Gibson?" asked the young woman. "Yes?" responded Miriam with a smile. "How do you do? My name is Elizabeth Jenner and I'm the coordinator of this weekend's activities," she replied as she shook Miriam's hand. "Oh I see," answered Miriam and introduced Lucy and Thelma. "All will be ready after lunch tomorrow. Perhaps you would all like to use the pool tomorrow morning and we could play doubles in tennis?" said Elizabeth. "That sounds great," responded Miriam enthusiastically. Her companions nodded in agreement. After dinner the girls had some drinks at the bar before retiring. *** The following Morning Miriam showered before joining her friends for an early morning swim followed by breakfast. The tennis doubles was competitive but enjoyable. " I need a shower," declared Miriam breathlessly. "We all do," said Thelma. "You'll find what you need in your rooms for this afternoon's activity," stated Elizabeth. "Enjoy," she concluded. Miriam was intrigued and wondered just what she would find in her room. When she opened the room door she glanced at the bed and saw some clothes neatly placed there. They consisted of a black jumper with her old school crest, a white short sleeved blouse as well as a grey skirt. There were also white ankle socks and black strap shoes. Miriam laughed when she saw the round straw hat with a black ribbon. There was even a white starched bra and frilly white knickers just like school. After she had showered Miriam tried on her new attire and found everything fitted perfectly, even her hat. She laughed heartily as she viewed herself in the mirror. Then there was a knock at the door. "Hey, Miriam, are you ready?" asked Lucy. Miriam opened the door and was almost shocked when she saw her friends donning their uniforms. They all laughed together and made their way down to the reception where they agreed to meet Elizabeth who was waiting patiently for them. "Good, I must say you are looking quite convincing." she said. The girls laughed. "Just follow me," instructed Elizabeth and she led the group outside and behind the hotel. There was a walled area with a door. Elizabeth opened the door and beckoned them to enter. "Just keep going straight and you'll find your destination, directed Elizabeth before closing the door behind them. Cautiously the girls, dressed in their immaculate uniforms made their way don the path that led to what seemed like a studio built western style ghost town. "Wow, it's so realistic," declared Lucy with awe clearly in her voice. Suddenly, there was the roar of motorcycle engines out of what seemed to be from nowhere at least a dozen bearded men in leather short sleeved jackets swirled around them. Miriam and her friends were startled as the circling "Hell's Angels" closed in on them like vultures swarming for their prey and eventually cut their engines before getting off and moving towards the girls. "Well, well, well, what have we got here?" asked one of them. He was tall, over six feet. His muscular arms donned tattoos from top to bottom. "We, we're just on holiday here," stuttered Miriam. "Well, I hope you like what you see," said the bearded man and all his companions laughed. Miriam and her friends began to back away only to find that they were surrounded and there was no escape. "Please let us go. We're sorry if we intruded," begged Miriam. "You're trespassing on our turf. You have to pay a toll," said the man with a smile while his companions laughed. "We don't have any money..." Miriam was interrupted. "Oh that's too bad," responded the man sarcastically. He rubbed his beard. I wonder what we should do?" he said. Suddenly he grabbed Miriam and puller her towards him. "You do smell nice and you're a sight for sore eyes, declared the man. "Nooo..." screamed Miriam whose protests were stifled when the man kissed her passionately. Lucy and Thelma endured a similar fate being manhandled and kissed. No matter how hard they struggled they couldn't break free of their iron grip. "What the fuck do you think you're doing with our men?" came a stern female voice from behind them. Miriam and her friends were released and as they turned around they saw a dozen or so women in leather short sleeved jackets with arms covered in tattoos. "It's not what it seems. They came upon us and grabbed us," stated Thelma desperately. The woman said nodded. She just nodded to her gang and Miriam and her friends were held fast. "What are you doing? We didn't do anything," protested Miriam as she and her friends were dragged away to a small shed. "Stop! You have no right to do this," yelled an angry Miriam and at the same time her frightened friends screamed in fear. Despite their protests all three had their hands raised upright and fastened tightly into shackles. Miriam could feel a hand rubbing her knickers. "Stop this. We're married women. We never intended to seduce your boyfriends. It's all a big mistake. Again the female gang leader remained silent. She pulled Miriam's knickers down and patted her bare arse. "Nice rump," declared the leather clad woman as she took a cane in her hand as did two of her companions. "Please, don't do this..." Swish, crack! Miriam was cut short as she screamed in pain from the blow from the stick that struck her arse. She knew that Lucy and Thelma suffered a similar fate because she heard them both scream. "That's just a reminder what lies will get you. Now let's start again. Why are you here?" demanded the young woman. "We're only on holiday..." Swish! Crack! "Lies!" declared the young woman. "Admit it. You all came here to take our men." she cried with rage. "No, it's not true..." Swish! Crack! Miriam and her friends screamed once again. "The longer you lie the more pain you will suffer," stated the young woman. "But, we're telling the truth. We're on holiday. I..." Swish! Crack! Miriam was once again interrupted as the cane struck her arse. "Liars!" declared the young woman angrily. "You were here to take our men. Admit it," she demanded. Swish! Crack! "Alright, we admit it. We wanted to seduce your men. Please, no more," begged Miriam. Swish! Crack! That was just to make me feel good," stated the young woman with a grin. "If you had admitted it you have avoided this," she finished as she patted Miriam's reddened arse. Then Miriam felt a strange tingling sensation as the young woman knelt and licked each of her arse cheeks several times.. Miriam found it almost arousing. "Mmm," sighed the young woman as if enjoying dessert. It excited Miriam and she wondered how her companions felt. "Well, if you want our men. You're more than welcome. You're going to please them in ways we refuse. Got that?" asked the young woman. "What do you mean?" asked Miriam anxiously. Swish! Crack! And all three bound women screamed once again. "You're about to find out, my pet," answered the young woman sarcastically as she once again patted Miriam's arse. "Nooo!" cried Miriam when she felt cold hairy hands grip her hips and guessed correctly what was about to happen next as she felt a huge cock push deeply into her arse and the man began to pump. Despite her predicament Miriam felt exhilarated as the cock slowly began to pound her but picked up speed with each stroke. It ended with a huge explosion of cum and the wonderful burning sensation made Miriam yell with pleasure. She was to have at least ten more invasions of her arse and each resulted in excitement and pleasure for her. Miriam and her friends were then released from their bonds but they were not finished in their humiliation yet because they were each forced to their needs in front of their tormentors who had lowered their pants and underwear. "Start licking, you bitches or else," ordered the young woman as she swung her cane in made air. The sound of the cane slicing the air was enough to persuade Miriam as she invaded the young woman's trimmed pussy with her tongue. Lucy and Thelma reluctantly followed suit, wishing to avoid any more pain. Miriam couldn't believe the sweet taste of this young woman's pussy juice and just couldn't get enough. This, coupled with the young woman's obvious pleasure as she moaned deeply was a real turn on for her. The young woman gave a loud cry of pleasure as her enormous orgasm exploded forth. When their ordeal was over Miriam and her friends were ordered to their feet. They gingerly pulled their knickers up. "Now, get the fuck out of here and if you know what's good for you don't ever let me see you again!" ordered the young woman as she pointed to the door that led to their freedom. All three didn't have to be told twice as they made a dash for the door and escaped. Outside stood Elizabeth Jenner. "Was everything satisfactory?" she asked with a smile. "Oh yes," answered Miriam. "Better than I'd hoped," she concluded. She turned to her companions who nodded in agreement as the rubbed their tender rumps. "Dinner will be in an hour so you can freshen up and I'll arrange for tomorrow's activity and I can promise it will be far less painful." she said with a smile. The three girls laughed in chorus before heading for their rooms to shower and change. "I have to hand it to you, Miriam. You really hit the jackpot this time. For a moment I really thought we were in trouble with those bikers," said Lucy as she sipped her drink in the bar. "Not to mention you're performance. You really had me fooled, Miriam," continued Thelma. "You both liked it?" asked Miriam sounding surprised. "Absolutely. I don't know about Thelma but I can't wait for tomorrow," answered Lucy enthusiastically. "Well, I'm tired. So if you'll excuse me I'll call it a night," said Miriam as she emptied her glass and got up. "Have a good night," said Lucy with a giggle. Miriam just smiled and left for her room. Sitting at the dressing room Miriam brushed her long black hair and looked at herself in the mirror. Despite her wonderful experience she still felt frustrated. She stood up and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She undid her robe and allowed it to float to the floor and admired her own naked and very shapely form. She stood five feet nine. Her hair was below her shoulders and her breasts were large, round and very firm. Miriam was very proud of her breasts and her body in general. She put her hands to her breasts and began to play with them. Miriam closed her eyes and licked her lips. She cast her mind back to the young twenty something young man who carried her luggage up to her room. She began to imagine him pushing her onto the bed and ravishing her. Miriam began to breathe deeply as she probed her pussy with her finger. There was a sudden but gentle knock at the door that shattered Miriam's dream. "Just a moment," she said in panic as she hastened grab her robe and cover herself before answering the door. To her amazement the very same young man Miriam had been dreaming about stood before her. "Pardon me, Ma'am but I just wondered was there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?" he said smiling. Miriam said nothing she just pulled him into the room and began to kiss him. "What's you're name?" asked Miriam, sounding desperate to know, acting like a woman possessed, as she frantically unbuttoned his tunic. "James, but they call me Jimmy," responded the young man Miriam undid her robe and Jimmy was definitely impressed by this mature woman's naked form. He didn't get time to think because Miriam pulled him towards her as she lay down on the bed. "Make love to me, Jimmy," she begged as she stretched out her arms and awaited her ravishment. Jimmy didn't have to asked twice as he stripped rapidly and gently mounted this beautiful older woman before kissing her passionately. Hotel Paradise Just the touch of Jimmy's youthful and very fit body excited Miriam as she moaned in a low voice. Her sighs and moans became a little louder as she felt Jimmy's lips kiss her neck and her bare shoulder. For Jimmy, Miriam's perfume was almost hypnotic and very arousing. "Oooh," cried Miriam gently as she felt the young man's lips engulf her nipple and his tongue began to lick. There was equal pleasure for Miriam as Jimmy worked on her other breast. "Oh my God!" cried Miriam excitedly as she felt Jimmy's lips move down her body. There was a wonderful sensation for Miriam as Jimmy arrived at her lower body and his tongue penetrated her pussy lips and began to systematically lash her clit. Miriam's breathing became deeper and deeper. "Oh, oh fuck!" she repeatedly cried. She was so absorbed in her excitement that she barely noticed Jimmy had replaced his tongue with his cock and began to pound her hard. Miriam's body began to react and soon she and Jimmy settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm. Eventually both Miriam and Jimmy could no longer hold back and for Miriam it was the biggest orgasm she had ever had. It left her gasping for air and exhausted but extremely satisfying. She wrapped her arms tightly around Jimmy as if afraid she would lose him. "Thank you," she whispered. It wasn't long before she fell into a deep sleep. *** Miriam woke suddenly when she heard a knock on the door. "Hey, Miriam, are you awake yet?" Miriam recognised Lucy's voice. "Yes, I am. Hold on a minute," responded Miriam as she scrambled out of bed and put on her robe and headed for the door. When she opened it Lucy and Thelma stood there in robes. "A good night?" asked Lucy with a grin. "What do you mean?" asked Miriam in a startled voice. Lucy and Thelma giggled. "We're going for an early morning Jacuzzi before breakfast. Are you going to join us?" asked Thelma. "I'll join you in a few minutes," replied Miriam. It was only as she looked at the bed Miriam recollected what had occurred and that Jimmy had vanished. When she felt confident that her hair was neat Miriam joined her friends in the Jacuzzi. "Well, what was he like?" asked Lucy slightly as they all relaxed in the bubbling water. "Who?" asked Miriam defensively. "Hah, don't give us that. If it makes you feel any better we each had a great night too," said Thelma. "You mean, you both..." Miriam stopped short as her friends nodded and laughed. "So, how was it for you?" prompted Lucy. Miriam sighed and closed her eyes before resting her head on the edge. "Well, since you ask. He was the best I've had for a very long time," she answered in a soft voice. "You see? I told you," said Lucy as she raised the palm of her hand and Thelma slapped it triumphantly. "You two are rascals. You know that?" laughed Miriam. "We all are, dear. That's why we're all friends," responded Lucy and all three laughed. After breakfast Miriam returned to her room to change. A pair of jodhpurs, black riding boots and cap were neatly laid out. Everything fitted perfectly and once again she joined her friends on their next adventure. Elizabeth Jenner joined them in the lobby also dressed for riding. "I hope you all ride while. We'll just do a few miles before returning to the stables," she instructed. When they all returned they trotted into the yard and dismounted. The stable lads and grooms led the horses away. It was just before lunchtime. Miriam straightened her back and imagined she heard it creak as she rubbed her bottom. "Oh, it's been a long time since I was on a horse she declared. "Me too. I'd forgotten the saddle soreness," replied Thelma as she too rubbed her bottom. "Perhaps we can help?" came a male voice behind them. Miriam recognised them as the young men who had helped Lucy and Thelma with their luggage. "Well..." Lucy's voice trailed off as she looked at Elizabeth who smiled. "I think we can put back lunch for a while," she said with a grin. Not needing any more encouragement Lucy and Thelma grabbed the young men and made their way to the hayloft. "Wait, I thought you said you were sore?" protested Miriam. Lucy and Thelma said nothing. They simply giggled like schoolgirls as they climbed the ladder followed by the young men. Miriam looked on in mixed emotions of envy and disappointment. She was startled when she felt a hand tap her shoulder and she swung around. "Jimmy!" she cried excitedly. "May I help too?" he asked. Miriam said nothing. She simply grabbed his hand and led him to an empty stall. Miriam took off her cap and tossed it away before shaking her black hair loose and then kissed Jimmy passionately. "I'm afraid my boots are a bit tight," she said with a devious smile. Jimmy laughed and then pushed the older woman backwards. Miriam gave a slight scream as she soft landed on the bundle of hay behind her. Jimmy turned his back and taking Miriam's left boot, he began to pull, helped by Miriam who put her right foot to his arse and began to push. She did the same with her left. While this was going on Miriam could hear her friends in the hayloft laughing, giggling and give off the occasional scream as if they were being tickled. It added to her own excitement when both she and Jimmy were finally naked she allowed her pent up sexual desires manifest themselves without fear or inhibitions. As a result she enjoyed yet another huge orgasm. After a few moments thought Miriam turned to Jimmy. "Oh, Jimmy. You're so wonderful," she stated, still breathing heavily. Jimmy kissed her. "Thanks, Miriam. You're pretty special yourself," he declared. Miriam's face changed. "Too bad someone else doesn't think so," she said. "Your husband?" enquired Jimmy. "Mmm," responded Miriam as she got up and began to get dressed. "Come on, you two. Time to get cleaned up for lunch," she shouted as she turned her head towards the hayloft. Lucy and Thelma giggled as they began to descend the ladder from the hayloft. Miriam once again straightened her aching back. "Are you alright?" asked Jimmy with concern. "Oh, I could do with one of Alexandra's wonderful massages right now," replied Miriam wearily. She turned to Jimmy and kissed him once again. "Thank you, Jimmy, for everything," she said. "It was my pleasure," answered the young man with a smile. Miriam showered before lunch and was about to get dressed when there was a knock at her room door. Putting on her robe, she answered it. It was Alexandra. The tall young woman stood and smiled. Her dark complexion reflected the light and her teeth seemed to glisten like freshly fallen snow. "Good evening, Madam. I though you might like a massage after your ride? She said. For a moment Miriam thought. 'Had Jimmy said something? Or was Alexandra acting on her own intuition?' Either way she was here now and she was a most welcome sight. "Thank you. That would be lovely," said Miriam as she let the young woman in. Whereas she had been somewhat shy before this time Miriam simply removed her robe and lay face down on the bed with her chin resting on her hands. "You do have the most marvellous touch," declared Miriam even before the young woman had begun. "Thank you, Madam," responded Alexandra as she applied the first amount of oil on Miriam's bare back and began to rub it in gently. "You are a very beautiful woman, Madam," declared Alexandra as she continued to gently massage Miriam's body. "Thank you," responded Miriam weakly as she seemed to drift into a dream like state. "Oh God, you have such delicate hands," said Miriam to the young masseuse as she continued with her work, unaware that Alexandra had removed her white uniform and stood naked behind her. Suddenly Miriam was startled when she felt Alexandra kiss her bare neck. She turned around on the bed and was surprised and excited to see this beautiful young woman in her naked glory. Her olive skin was very smooth and contrasted to her own. Alexandra bent over and kissed Miriam's moist red lips passionately. "Have you ever been with a woman?" she asked seductively as she whispered in the older woman's ear. Miriam, as if frightened, just shook her head. She was telling the truth. Up to this moment she had never thought of making love to a woman. Now however, the very sight of this young woman's body produced a lust and desire inside Miriam that she never believed was possible. "Just relax" said Alexandra as she gently mounted Miriam. Just the touch of the young woman's soft skin against her own excited Miriam and she released one soft sigh after another began to kiss her and move down her body. "Oooh," moaned Miriam heavily as she felt Alexandra's tongue wrap around her right nipple and lick it. She gave a similar excited response as Alexandra worked the same magic on her left one. Miriam felt just as much excitement when the young woman began to lick and kiss her waist. "Oh my God," cried Miriam several times after Alexandra pushed her long smooth legs apart and began to lash Miriam's clit with obvious expertise culminating in a wonderful orgasm. Miriam turned the young masseuse over and copied her every move which concluded with Alexandra also enjoying a wonderful orgasm. "That was really wonderful," declared Miriam breathlessly as she held Alexandra close to her. "Thank you, Madam. I also enjoyed it," replied Alexandra. There was a knock at the door. "Hey Miriam. Are you coming down for lunch or what?" Miriam recognised Lucy's voice. "I'll be right there," responded an embarrassed Miriam. After lunch Miriam and her friends spent the afternoon shopping before returning to the hotel for dinner and drinks in the bar as well as girly chat on their weekend adventure. Later Miriam sat at her dressing table and reflected on the events of the weekend. Although she enjoyed her encounter with Alexandra her highlight was her wonderful encounters with Jimmy. He was the young stud she dreamed of and he fulfilled her desires in a wonderful and passionate way. It was like nothing she had experienced before. Her thoughts were broken by a knock on the door. Miriam went to answer it and was surprised to se Lucy and Thelma standing there in their nightgowns. "We just wanted to thank you for suggesting we come here for the weekend. We had a wonderful time," said Lucy as her two friends pushed their way into the room. Miriam was taken a little aback. "Well, you've thanked me..." "The thanks we had in mind may take all night," giggled Thelma and both women began to undress Miriam and push her gently onto the bed before disrobing themselves and mounting their friend. For Miriam it was an astonishing end to a wonderful weekend. She had never seen Lucy and Thelma in a sexual way. Indeed, it was the first time she had seen them naked and it was the first time she had been naked in front of them. She realised she had lost all inhibitions about her body and she enjoyed it immensely. She saw it as liberating. Thankfully it was a large bed because the turned on their sides in a circular formation before licking each other's pussies and bringing each to orgasm. Miriam lay between Lucy and Thelma as they each rested on her breasts. "I said it before. You're both rascals but I love you for it," she declared and kissed each of them on their forehead. Not long after all three fell asleep, huddled together peacefully. *** Miriam was the first to wake as the early morning sun beamed in through the windows. She looked at the clock. "Hey, you guys, wake up," she said as she shook her friends. "Oh please, just a little while longer," moaned Lucy. "It's just gone eight. We've got to get cleaned up for breakfast," answered Miriam trying not to sound weary. She got out of bed and headed for the shower. Slowly she began to feel refreshed as the steamy water washed away that tired feeling from her body. She was startled when Lucy and Thelma suddenly crammed into the tight shower and joined her. Each woman squealed as the water cascaded around them and they began to play with each other, fondling breasts and fingering pussies. When their luggage was stowed in the car Miriam went to the reception and paid the bill. "I do sincerely hope you enjoyed your stay, Mrs Gibson?" asked the Manager, Mr Ford as he smiled, peering over his glasses. "We did indeed, Mr Ford. It was beyond my wildest expectations," answered Miriam enthusiastically. "I do hope you may return sometime in the near future?" ventured Ford cautiously. "Well, I do hope so," was Miriam's response. As she made her way out to her friends Miriam spied Jimmy and shoved some money into his pocket. "Thank you, Jimmy, for everything," she whispered before getting into her car and driving away. "Next time I want to choose our fantasies," said Lucy as she sat in the car beside Miriam. "So we are coming back?" responded Miriam with a smile, trying to sound surprised. "Of course we are. We had a great time. Didn't you think so?" asked Thelma with a smile. "I suppose so," came Miriam's response in a subdued tone. Lucy picked up on it. "What's really bothering you, Miriam? We both know you enjoyed yourself so what's eating you?" she asked. "I'm sorry, guys. Of course I enjoyed myself. It's just..." "Yes?" prompted Lucy. "It's just that I don't know how Dan will react." replied Miriam uneasily. "What did he say when you said you were going away for the weekend?" asked Thelma. "That's just it. He said absolutely nothing," responded Miriam with a tear in her eye. "I'm sure everything will work out alright," said Lucy comfortingly as she put her hand on Miriam's arm. After dropping off her friends Miriam finally swung the car into the drive of the home she shared with Dan. She took a deep breath as she got out of the car and began to remove her luggage. The door of the house opened and Dan rushed out. "Welcome home, sweetheart. Let me get that," he said as he reached for Miriam's case and carried it up to the bedroom. "Did you have a good weekend?" asked Dan enthusiastically. Miriam was taken aback at Dan's question given his subdued response before her departure. "Err, it was great. I'll get freshened up and start dinner," answered Miriam, trying not too sound shocked. "Actually, I was thinking, if you're not too tired, we could dine out?" said Dan. "No, that would be lovely. Just let me freshen up and change" responded Miriam, who bundled her attempt to hide her confusion. "Great, I'll wait for you down below," replied Dan and kissed his wife before leaving the room. *** Dinner was a wonderful affair. Dan pulled out all the stops and Miriam really enjoyed herself despite been tired. That night Miriam was laying in bed reading when Dan came over and kissed her forehead. "I really do love you, you know?" he said before going to the bathroom. Suddenly, Miriam felt enormous guilt shoot through her heart. She took her reading glasses off and put down her book before wiping a tear from her eye. Dan put off the light in the bathroom before returning to the bedroom. "Dan, there's something I have to tell you and it isn't going t be easy," said Miriam with trepidation in her voice. Dan sat on the bed and smiled. He took his wife's hand and kissed it. "Don't stress yourself over something I may already know, sweetheart." he said soothingly. Miriam was shocked. "What do you know?" she asked cautiously. "Hotel Paradise. Real kinky, eh?" answered Dan slyly. "What? How?..." Miriam was dumfounded. "Well, think back. You left the brochure in the kitchen one day when you went to answer phone. I came in to get something from the fridge and saw it. I knew you were up to something." "And you said nothing?" countered Miriam. "I didn't want to spoil your little charade, Sweetheart. You seemed so happy thinking you had fooled me," responded Dan. "Do you know what we got up to?" asked Miriam, still reeling for shock. "Not only know but we saw some of it," replied Dan with a sly smile. "We? You mean you, David and Paul?" asked Miriam reeling from Dan's revelations. "Uh huh. Where would you girls never want to come with us guys?" asked Dan. Miriam looked at her husband blank faced. "The golf course, dear. Myself, David an Paul booked a weekend's golf and booked into a nearby hotel so you wouldn't see our cars." Miriam just didn't know whether she should be angry, happy or sad. "And you're not angry with me?" stuttered Miriam. Dan took his wife's hand and kissed it again. "My dear, girl. Of course, I'm angry but with myself. You see, Miriam, I took my wife for granted. I ignored her needs and was very blind at just how sensual and seductive she really is." answered Dan. "My God, Dan. You're full of surprises. I guess that's why I love you." responded Miriam as she kissed her husband. "Oh? And I thought it was because I was the most handsome." answered Dan feigning disappointment. That too," countered Miriam as she kissed her husband. "You know, Miriam?" Miriam looked at Dan. "Just thinking about what you got up to arouses me." said Dan with a smile. "Really? Well, what are you waiting for?" After an amazing night of passion Miriam rested on Dan's chest. "What are you thinking?" asked Dan with concern. "I'm just wondering how David and Paul reacted." she responded uneasily. "I think you'll find the girls will have gotten a favourable response and it will reflect in their smiles when you meet up," replied Dan. "Like I said, Dan. You really are full of surprises," said Miriam as she reached up and kissed him. "Are you ready for another one?" asked Dan. Miriam looked at him. "What?" "What would you say to all six of us going back the next bank holiday and having a real good time?" he asked. Do you mean that?" asked Miriam excitedly. "Of course I do. I don't want to lose my wife. I love you so much," answered Dan. "You won't. I love you very much also," was Miriam's response as she kissed her husband. For a little longer Miriam and her husband rested together and were soon asleep, cradled in each other's arms.