2 comments/ 19414 views/ 2 favorites The Hotel Ch. 01 By: HallidayTee As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing. Chapter 1 - DAY ONE: INTRODUCTIONS The Hotel... Loncraine Broxton had bought the hotel three years ago, soon after his wife had passed away. After considerable thought he had renamed it, rather creatively he thought, 'The Hotel'. It had provided a great escape from the pain and hurt that he and his two daughters were leaving behind and had allowed each of them to focus their attentions on a completely different lifestyle. Selling their large house had been a wrench, but a necessary one if they were going to move forward as a family and it was a decision that all three of them took together. Venus had been eighteen at the time and Veronica only fifteen, but in the three years that had passed since they had commenced their exciting new adventure, both girls had matured considerably. They had blossomed into astonishingly attractive young women with bodies to match their beauty. Despite their tender years they had, like Loncraine, developed voracious sexual appetites. And as with their father, those cravings needed to be filled. Their first year in the hotel business had involved hard work and very little else. But after eventually learning the ropes and then employing the right people, they found they could organise themselves so as to fully enjoy each summer season. And not only that, they also realised that The Hotel provided the perfect outlet for them to quench their sexual desires. After all, for six months of the year they had a hotel full of guests. And whilst a small number may have been of advancing years, the majority were both youthful and attractive. And some, it had to be said, were quite exceptional. The only downside was that naturally enough, ninety-nine percent of their guests were couples. And whilst that did originally cause a headache the Broxton family came to realise that some of those couples were quite willing to look for the opportunity of extra marital sex, whilst others required a little more... encouragement. As for the delightful Shelley, the young wife had so easily made herself available to Loncraine and allowed herself to be seduced with almost embarrassing ease. But what a wild, uninhibited fuck she had turned out to be... * Shelley and Loncraine... Shelley had enjoyed the time of her life during her week at The Hotel and was unable to believe how quickly the holiday had passed. This was the second successive year she had visited with Stuart, her husband, and the sole reason she had insisted on their return was to carry on the torrid fling she had begun with the owner during their visit last year. Loncraine had seduced her, although in truth she had not needed much seducing. Stu had sprained his ankle and the rugged, handsome owner had suggested she take advantage of one of The Hotel's massages to pass the time and pamper herself. She had not initially realised that it would be Loncraine himself who was intending to administer the massage, and on the bed in the room adjoining his office, at that. She had given herself willingly on that bed and had freely returned on each of the remaining two nights of their holiday. Her only regret was that Stu had not strained his ankle at the beginning of their holiday rather than towards the end. And she found that, one year later, Loncraine was equally as accommodating of her needs this time round. Seven days on, she was leaving the hotel with a combination of satisfaction at their daily fucking and disappointment that she would have yet another year to wait before she saw him again. As Stu waited in reception for their taxi to the airport, she had ignored the danger of her actions and slipped into Loncraine's office for one last goodbye. Immediately she had enveloped him in one last embrace, rubbing her pointed breasts into his black chest. "I'm going to miss you, Loncraine," she whimpered. He smiled, stroking her short, dyed blonde hair. "And what exactly are you going to miss?" he teased. She undulated her hips against him and could feel his penis immediately begin to lengthen as a result of her gyrations. That only encouraged her further and she began to softly moan as she ground her body into him. "I'll miss fucking you," she gasped. "God, I'm so close from just rubbing against you." He pulled away, holding her shoulders with both his arms. "That's okay, Shelley," his deep voice whispered. "We can soon fix that." He turned her around so that she was facing the office door, his lips running along her neck below her short blonde hair. As she moaned at the touch of his lips, he slipped his left hand onto her dark blue blouse to caress her breast through the thin material. She moaned again as he kneaded her firm globe and pushed her bottom back into him. He smiled to himself at her unbridled sexuality and ran his long tongue around to her ear whilst his right hand dropped to her linen trousers, deftly unfastening the top button. He eased his fingers down inside her trousers and under her panties. Her breathing was coming in short, sharp bursts and she moaned allowed as his fingers homed in on her hard little nubbin. He took the the slippery bud between his thumb and forefinger and gently pulling on it whilst his tongue continued to lick around her wet ear. "Oh fuck," she gasped, jerking her buttocks back even harder into his groin. His hand continued to caress her left breast through the material of her blouse, pinching the hard elongated nipple as he manipulated her firm flesh. And whilst his left hand caressed her jutting globe, the fingers of his right hand continued to tease her slippery clitoris, bringing further moans from the aroused woman. She slipped her hand behind her, grasping hold of his impressive length over his shorts, urgently working his zipper down in the certain knowledge that she was on the verge of exploding and in the forlorn hope of taking him with her. But before she could grasp hold of his rigid weapon, the combination of his hand caressing her breast, his stroking movements on her clitoris and the feeling of his wet tongue sliding inside her earlobe took her over the edge. Her body shuddering violently as her orgasm overtook her, seconds before they heard a knock on the door. "Taxi's here," her husband shouted. She continued to shudder as her orgasm overpowered her and Loncraine softly held her trembling body until she began to recover. "Time to go," he whispered into her ear. But to his surprise, she turned around and slid down to her knees in front of him. She pulled his erect manhood free, greedily licking along his entire length. "Not quite," she urgently responded. She wanted and needed this man's cum in her mouth before she was willing to leave. And as her lips closed around his hard weapon, she knew from his pulsating response that she would not have long to wait. * Lisa and Leo... Lisa and Leo were very much in love and were looking forward to their week at The Hotel. Their marriage of three years had been blissful and at the ripe old age of twenty five, Lisa thought she was the luckiest woman alive. Two of their friends had married earlier than them and ended up separating within a couple of years. With her and Leo, she knew it was for life. They were simply too devoted to each other to allow anything to interfere with their marriage. Before leaving on their week's holiday and topping up their already impressive tans, they had taken a sentimental journey back to Leo's old home town. His parents had moved some time ago and it was a good few years since he had seen some of his old haunts. The four lane freeway that took them there had sent tingly feelings through her husband and Lisa had shared in his excitement. They had spent the whole of the day meeting Leo's old acquaintances and Lisa was so pleased that he was sharing this part of his past with her. He had explained to her that whilst he lived there he had been the black sheep of his family, not much good at anything of any consequence in those early days. But if that was the case then, things were certainly different now. He had made his mark as an aggressive young entrepreneur in the big city and he continually remarked to Lisa that it was her encouragement and determination that had made the difference. Their visit had turned out to be the perfect preface to their holiday, and they had set out that morning on the short drive to the airport to return their hired car and fly out for a week of blissful sun. When they were within ten minutes of the airport, Lisa told Leo to pull into a parking area by the side of the busy road. "What's up, Leese?" he asked, softly pulling the hire car to a halt. "I love you so much," she softly replied, "And I want to give you a present for taking me to your old haunts before our holiday." He smiled at her. "Leese, I love you too. And I just appreciate your coming with me. I don't need a....." He gasped as her hand found its way to his cloth covered manhood and as she began to fondle him through his pants, felt himself growing to an impressive state. Her fingers deftly unhooked the top button on his designer jeans and she slowly pulled down the zipper. Pulling out his hardness, her eyes stared into his as she began to lower her head. "It feels to me like you do," she tantalisingly whispered, before taking him between her soft pink lips. * Carlotta and Veronica... The two Spanish sweethearts were booked on a late evening flight and Veronica had ensured their luggage was safely stored until it was time for them to leave. It was unusual to have lesbians staying at the hotel, especially when they were as attractive as Carlotta and Crista. In particular, Carlotta was an attractive fiery redhead and she and Veronica had made eye contact many times during the holiday, although the owner's eighteen year old daughter had never quite been able to get her alone. Until now. Crista was setting their bill whilst Veronica led Carlotta away to collect their two suitcases. When they reached the small baggage room, the young black girl allowed the door to close behind them with a soft click. For a moment, the two women stared at one another. "I just want to wish you goodbye," Veronica purred. She stepped into the redhead, snaking a hand over her shoulder and pulling her head towards hers. Just before they kissed, Carlotta held her pretty head no more than a few centimetres away from Veronica's, their eyes staring deeply into one another's. Then, with a soft sigh of acquiescence, the Spanish woman allowed Veronica's hand to inch their lips closer and closer until they met in a soft, lingering kiss. "I wanted to do that since I first saw you," Veronica softly whispered, her firm hand still holding tight around the attractive neck. As the redhead responded to a second kiss, this time much more passionate, Veronica slipped her hand along the back of the Spanish woman's thin t-shirt and eased her fingers under the material and onto her naked back. As she did, she provocatively pressed her knee between the long, deeply tanned legs. Carlotta made no move to stop her, not even when she felt the deft fingers unhook her brassiere and slip around to grasp and knead her naked breasts. Veronica knew they did not have long and was delighted to see the fiery redhead was as aroused as she. She eased the unresisting woman down so that she was sitting on the top of her cases, her fingers blatantly tugging the Spanish beauty's shorts and thong down her legs. She pressed her fingers into the soft, yielding flesh, feeling with pleasure the dampness which was matched by the growing wetness between her own thighs. The redhead shuddered and she pushed her hips forward, trying to increase the stimulation from the small, working fingers. Veronica heard her emit a deep groan as she used her other hand to spread her wetness all around her shining clitoris, mercilessly teasing the hard little nub as she did so. Her touch encouraged the Spanish woman to open her legs slightly further and seeing the sign of acquiescence, the young seductress immediately dropped to her knees. Her hot mouth instantly attacked the waiting body, honing in on Carlotta's labia, alternately licking, probing and sucking in line with the deep moans she elicited from the Spanish woman. Her tongue was demanding that the redhead cum on her mouth and the wanton woman obliged, gripping Veronica's head whilst her gasps came faster and louder as her orgasm spectacularly arrived. Veronica held onto the writhing hips as her prey shuddered and shuddered, all the while purring softly as she continued to lightly lick at the trembling body. Carlotta stroked her hair gently as she enjoyed the glow that comes after a particularly satisfying climax. She slumped back against the suitcases, but when she opened her eyes, she saw Crista standing by the door, trembling with anger. "Oh dear," said the eighteen-year old seductress, getting to her feet. "I'd better leave you two alone....." * Sonia and Simon... Sonia Willson watched Simon's eyes as they followed the air stewardess's bottom as it sashayed down the plane. She gave a deep sigh, knowing she was going through a bad patch with her husband. It was nothing serious, the redhead kept telling herself, just one of those difficult periods. But then she knew that all marriages had their problems and went through rough times. Most of the time she was happy with her lot, although there was no doubt that after eight years of marriage, they often just seemed to be going through the motions. Regrettably, the indefinable magic that had been there at the beginning had all but disappeared. She still remembered the first time they had met and exactly what had been said. She was carrying an armful of groceries to her car and had accidentally bumped into him. "Sorry," she had muttered, preparing to continue on her way. "Wow," he had simply replied. She had laughed a little and asked, "Wow, what?" "I'm sorry," he had stuttered. "It's just that your eyes are amazing!" She had blinked her gold-flecked eyes at him, warmth flooding them. "Thank you..." she had smiled, accepting the utter sincerity of his reaction. "Simon," he had responded. "My name is Simon." "Well, thank you Simon," she had beamed. "I'm Sonia...." He had immediately helped her carry the groceries to her car and the next night they had gone out together for the first time. Within six months they were married. Watching her husband's eyes return from the air stewardess to the book he was reading, she wistfully reflected that they had grown apart after an idyllic first year together. Not in the sense of having arguments, it was more that the things they used to have in common seemed no longer important and their relationship was festering as a result. She excused herself from her seat and wandered down the aisle on the pretext of stretching her legs. In reality, she just needed to clear her head. She was not looking forward to the week ahead. It had been some time since she had spent a week alone with Simon and she really wondered exactly what it was that they would talk about to each other during their vacation at The Hotel. As the plane lurched a little to the left, she slightly lost her footing and as she tried to adjust herself, she bumped into a pink haired woman sitting in the aisle seat to her left. She quickly apologised and returned back to her seat, sighing as she did so. * Babs and Barry... Barbara Clinton had been watching the redhead throughout the flight. She had overhead the woman talking to her husband at the airport and by a remarkable coincidence it appeared as if the couple were heading for the self same hotel as she and Barry. She had thought of introducing herself there and then, but decided that it would be preferable to wait and assess the situation. Her seat on the flight was only a couple of rows behind the woman, and as she was in the aisle seat on the right and the redhead was in a similar seat on the left, she had ample opportunity to study the woman. Her flame red hair set her apart from others and she had the most remarkable gold-flecked eyes that just made Babs tingle. She would enjoy getting to know this one. From what she had seen, there was not much of a spark between the woman and her husband. It was not the result of any temporary tiff, she realised, as they talked to each other regularly enough. It was more that the chemistry you would expect to find between husband and wife was simply not there. No soft smiles, no little touches. And she knew that she, of all people, was well placed to recognise any lack of connection. She and Barry seemed to endure each other nowadays. They had been married for ten years now, their wedding day falling only three days after her twentieth birthday. Far too young to marry, her mother had told her, and as was usually the case, her mother had been proven correct. Yes, it had been wild in the early days. Wild, wet and wanton! But then the excitement had started to dim and even though they both enjoyed voracious sexual appetites, the indefinable quality that kept desire constant over the years slowly began to fade. That resulted in them both looking elsewhere for their excitement, although Barry had no idea that Babs was aware of his extra marital affairs. But then, she was a woman! She knew! She watched the redhead step out of her seat, sighing as she did so. She looked bored... no, it was more than that. She looked sad, too. She surreptitiously watched her as she stretched her legs up and down the small aisle, her eyes fixed on the woman's tight, firm buttocks beneath the black, cotton jeans. Although she was a tad too pale for Babs' normal tastes, she could definitely make an exception for this one. As the redhead passed Babs, the aircraft tipped gently to one side, causing the woman to stumble slightly and press her curvy hip against Babs. She apologised profusely before moving straight back to her seat. Babs was determined that would not be their only contact during the week ahead. She decided that she would introduce herself and Barry on whatever transport was laid on to take them all to the hotel. * Venus and Helena... With her work at The Hotel done, Venus had desperately needed some sexual relief. She had headed down to the hotel gym and now she was in the changing room, naked, leaning forward against the wall. Behind her was Helena, the sulty Latin gym instructor. Her sultry, smoking brown eyes were alive and framed by her long, auburn tresses as she eased the thickness of her strap on dildo inside the succulent body in front of her. Venus moaned softly, momentarily enjoying the feeling of the exquisite thickness burying itself deep inside her. She adjusted her standing crouch, spreading her shapely straight legs a little further out to allow the Latin woman easier access. She moaned again as Helena slowly began to ease the tip out and back in, gliding it down the moistened walls that craved its touch. For a few moments Helena had settled into a quiet and steady rhythm, but then she began to pick up the pace, her hands stroking Venus's thrusting breasts as she warmed to her task, playing with the hard, chocolate brown nipples. She heard Venus groan again and felt the hard, rounded buttocks thrusting back as she expertly worked ever deeper into Loncraine's oldest daughter. "You like Helena fucking you?" she whispered, her hands now falling to the curvy hips as she further began to increase the speed of her thrusts. The Hotel Ch. 01 Venus moaned again at the words. The faster strokes and constant slap of Helena's body against hers fuelled the exquisite feeling of the dildo inside her. She felt herself begin to spasm, a clear indication of her imminent climax. "You're going to cum for Helena?" the Latin woman implored, knowing the effect her words would have. It was not the first time she had pleasured the stunning young daughter in such a way. "Oh, yes, Helena," Venus gasped. "God, yes..." Venus arched higher on her forearms against the wall and lowered her face onto them as the end approached. She could hardly wait for the full intensity of the orgasm she knew was almost upon her. And all it took was for Helena to change her tempo from long thrusts to short piston like movements for Venus to lose control. She began to wail as she came, her primeval moaning erupting and filling the empty room. She was shaking as the electrical currents ran through her, the uninhibited pleasure overwhelming her senses as Helena continued to fuck her throughout her orgasm. * Gary and Gina... When Gina had met Gary, she had been without a man for six months. Her previous eighteen month relationship had come to an end when she had caught him cheating on her and despite plenty of offers from other suitors, she felt she had had her fill of men for the time being. Her accidental meeting with Gary had been like a breath of fresh air. He had been mortified when shunting into the back of her car, although in reality no damage had been done to either vehicle. His boyish charm had been evident from that first meeting, albeit in the strangest of circumstances, and he had conveyed an irresistible mixture of apprehension as a result of his first accident, and fearless cockiness as he attempted to hit on what he later told her he saw as a mature, older woman. His telephone call that evening had been a surprise as she had not expected to hear from him so soon, but a welcome one nevertheless. For the first time in six months she went out on a date and immediately found herself in a foursome with someone who he explained was his longest and best friend, who also just happened to have a new girlfriend. Tommy was cute as well, and she loved the way he and Gary interplayed with each other. She got on like a house on fire with Toni, too, and the two of them joked that they might eventually swop partners for a while when it was time to move on. She had no pretensions that her relationship with Gary was anything other than short term, and she already felt that she was beginning to hanker after some more, mature, male company. But the way she looked at it was that the holiday would either rekindle their short relationship or be a nice way to close it. Whichever was to prove to be the case, she was determined to enjoy it to the full. * Tommy and Toni... Toni had been at a low ebb when she had met Tommy. She had been making a success of her short business career in a large textiles firm and was determined to advance as far as she possibly could. And as occasionally that meant dressing for success she purchased a couple of 'power' stripe suits that, when worn with nothing other than the flimsiest of brassieres, were a major factor in her promotions to date. When the son of the owner took an interest in her she was flattered, and when that interest turned into a fling she had a year of the best sex of her life. And not only that, but she had the opportunity to rub shoulders with contacts that undoubtedly would help her career progress. Her mistake, she knew now, was in starting to take it too seriously whereas it appeared that Dominic just saw her as a trophy on his arm for a while. He was single, attractive, well off financially and a lot of fun to be with. But when she attempted to force the pace, his interest had rapidly cooled to a point where he even started avoiding her at work. She attempted to clear the air with him but all she got was the usual male verbal diarrhoea as to how she was becoming too possessive and that he needed a break to get his life back in perspective. It had been a horrible time for her and she had searched for and found another job just to make a complete break from the bastard. Within a couple of weeks, she met Tommy when he was assigned to some small repairs at her home. He was completely different to Dominic and his youthful innocence and zest made a welcome contrast to Dom's sophistication and intensity. So when Tommy started coming on to her she only pretended to resist, finally giving in to his naive chat up lines and agreeing to go out on a date with him and his best friend and his new girlfriend. She loved Tommy's company and fell for Gary, too. As for Gina, it was as if they had been friends for ages and when the two of them had recently confided to each other that they were ready to move on and back to more sophisticated company, they had decided to see how the holiday progressed. * Peggy and Charles... Peggy Sanford was an unashamed exhibitionist. The part time model loved nudity and sexual excitement, finding younger black men in particular an enormous attraction. It was for that reason that she had found herself drawn to Loncraine, the owner of The Hotel, and had so readily responded to his flirting ways the previous year. Had she been there longer, she wondered if she would have allowed things to go further. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Loncraine would have tried to fuck her and was equally aware that she would have been tempted to succumb. She often described herself as a naughty, very fuckable woman and her modelling exploits had led her to a number of situations where it would have been very easy to have given in. The thought of making love to a black man, with more than one man at a time, or with other women often dominated her thoughts. But it wasn't her modelling experiences she was thinking about whilst she took her shower. She was thinking about Loncraine, and the possibilities that lay ahead. She was certain the black owner would try to fuck her this time and she knew without the slightest doubt that she wanted him to. The question would be whether she could stay as true to Charles as she had since their marriage. As she stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself, she also thought of Loncraine's two beautiful daughters. What a shame they weren't older. That could have been very interesting, too. * Charles and Peggy... On the face of it, Charles and Peggy were an unlikely couple. Although the healthy fifty-nine year old was still in excellent shape, Peggy was a few years his junior and such were her youthful looks, it was almost as easy to mistake them for father and daughter as it was husband and wife. They had been together for more years than she cared to remember and although Danny was born late in their marriage, they had doted on him. This was their second successive visit to The Hotel and they thought it would probably be the last time that their eighteen year old son would accompany them on holiday. Both had enjoyed their previous year's visit, with Peggy flattered by the flirting attentions of Loncraine, whilst Charles had become enamoured by the gentle teasing he had received at the hands of Venus, the eldest of the owner's two daughters. It was all harmless enough, they both knew, though Charles had found himself growing jealous on more than one occasion when the owners big fingers had caressed Peggy's arms as they spoke, seeming to take a delight in gliding them back and forth over the sensitive skin of her arm at every opportunity. But then Charles knew that although his beautiful wife enjoyed flirting with other men from time to time, that was as far as she would ever allow it to go. And then there was his own harmless flirting, or should that be the other way around, with Venus. The attractive young black woman had seemed to have taken a liking to him and from the way he watched her engage with other guests, he knew that she spoke to him a little differently. There was almost a teasing spark in her eye. Why that should be so, he had no idea. He was much older than even her father. They had arrived an hour ago and he was patiently waiting for Peggy to finish her shower so that they could walk down for a drink before their evening dinner. But the memories of Venus's voluptuous cleavage, her hard, rounded buttocks and shapely legs overwhelmed his senses as lay on the hotel bed and his eyes narrowed when his naked wife walked back into the bedroom. As she sat beside him on the bed, he involuntarily licked his lips and then turned her head to his and passionately kissed her, feeling her ruby lips instantly respond. "Charles..." she began to say, but he cut her off. He roughly pushed her down on the bed and slipped down between her splayed legs, immediately lowering his lips to her vulva. "My God, baby," she moaned, "What's got into you?" Visions of Venus had, he thought, closing his eyes and imaging this was the young black woman that his tongue was pleasuring. His face shone with the combination of his saliva and Peggy's honeyed juices as the surprise and intensity of his movements quickly brought her to the edge of her cliff. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum...." she rasped. He pulled his head away before she could explode and urgently ripping his shorts open. Wasting no time he eased himself inside, hearing her harsh gasp as he settled all of his weight down on her and immediately began to thrust inside her. There was no finesse about his actions and he began to put his entire being into fucking his wife, his thrusts accelerating and forcing her to quiver with the effort of absorbing him. His eyes closed as her head bounced up and down on the thick pillow. In his imagination this was Venus he was fucking and he felt himself begin to shake as his climax overtook him. As he came, he continued to thrust uncontrollably into 'Venus's' body, eager to encourage every last drop from his body and into hers. The black girl's straining hands were now locked firmly behind his aching neck as she reached her orgasm, her shuddering body clinging onto his at it became caught up in the intense surge of ecstasy. Opening his eyes to Venus's moans, he saw his wife looking up at him. "That was wonderful, darling" she purred, but the vision in front of her eyes was Loncraine, not her husband. * Loncraine, Venus and Veronica... Loncraine, Venus and Veronica were exceptionally attentive as they played hosts in the bar just before dinner. This was their traditional duty on the first evening of holiday for their new intake of guests, but they had long since discovered that it served an equally important purpose. It allowed each of them to assess the new group of holiday makers and identify any 'targets' for the week ahead. Loncraine was attentive to Charles and Peggy, wondering whether this would be the year that the attractive redhead would allow herself to succumb to his charms. He would start work on that one immediately, he thought, and if she was as satisfying as Shelley then he would be in for an intense week. But there was also a second woman that took his eye. Lisa, he believed she was called. From her and her husband's demeanour, she looked a tricky proposition, but then he liked a challenge. And of course, he already knew that with some women he needed to sow the seeds one year in order to reap them the next. So perhaps he would simply prepare the woman for a future conquest whilst sating himself on the delightful Peggy Sanford. Venus, on the other hand, was also pleased to see Peggy. She had developed a taste for women over the last couple of years and the sophisticated redhead certainly held an appeal. It might be interesting to see how that worked out? And as for Charles, he was as old as he was he was delicious, and his big eyes were following her around the bar like a love struck teenager. She had teased and flirted with him last year and she might need to do the same again to allow her daddy time together with Peggy. She smiled across at her younger sister, Veronica, who was already in flirting mode. There were six guests sitting together, all of whom had met on the coach from the airport to the hotel. Two of the men, Barry and Simon she thought they were called, were laughing and joking as they talked about sport whilst the other man, Leo, joined in occasionally but held his wife's hand. Love's young dream, she laughingly thought, though there was no doubt that both man and wife were the most attractive of this week's guests. The other two women seemed engaged in quiet pleasantries, with the pink haired one appearing to dominate the conversation with her new red headed friend. As she watched, Venus sidled up to her. "Have you seen Danny?" her sister whispered. "Danny?" Veronica responded, raising her eyebrow. "Charles and Peggy's son," Venus explained. Both women looked over at the young eighteen-year old, who immediately blushed when he saw he was the focus of their attentions. "Cute," said Veronica. "Much cuter than last year," Venus whispered in a teasing tone. "He's just turned eighteen and it looks to me like he's never been with a woman!" Veronica looked back at the young lad, who was now staring down into his diet coke. Hmmmm, that was quite a different challenge, she thought... * If you enjoyed, please don't forget to either vote -- or email me with feedback... or ideally do both. The Hotel Ch. 01 So my wife, Jessica, and I finally had a little time away from the kids. I had an out of town conference, so we left the kids with Jessica's parents and headed out of town. Jessica was excited because the hotel we were staying in had an indoor pool and a great spa. It was good to get away. The day we arrived, we found that we had a "pool room" which meant that our room opened up into the indoor pool area. VERY convenient. As some of you know, my wife is painfully modest. She has a beautiful, tight, dancers body, but she is self conscious of her tiny A cups. I, of course, love her body, and would like her to flaunt it a bit more, but she will never go for it. My big win on this trip was getting her to pack a bikini.. So we settled in the room, and my conference didn't start until the next day, so we suited up and hit the pool. The pool area was quite the place, it was busy with an associated arcade, ping pong, and bar. Lots of people around, many of them noticing my petite, long haired brunette wife as she removed her cover-up revealing her bikini. As always, the top had gel inserts to cover her perceived inadequacy, but her flawless, tight ass was on good display under the tight material of her suit. She had even shaved down below ( a treat for me) and a little camel toe could be seen every once in a while. We swam and read books by the pool for a few hours, all the while, a group of college boys kept walking by, having a look at my firm little 29 year old wife. One of them, Justin, moved into the lounge next to her and engaged her in small talk about her book etc. Seemed harmless to me. As I was swimming a lot while she read, I don't think he knew I was with her. The guys watched her go as she went through the sliding glass door off the pool into our room, Justin even waving goodbye to Jessica. I stopped by the front desk to get messaged and followed soon after. I had an orientation meeting that night so after dinner, and LOTS of wine we headed back to the room. I had to go out to my orientation, and Jessica was undressing for a bath. I opened my sliding glass door and headed to the conference room, hoping to get back soon and get lucky. The wine always makes Jessica horny. My orientation turned out to be short (pick up some papers, sign for my name tag) and I headed back to my room. As I came across the pool area, I saw the four college kids from the pool huddled by my sliding glass door. I walked right up to them, not understanding what was going on. Surprisingly, the were not ashamed at all to be openly peeking in a gap in our curtain. One of them, not Justin, but one of his friends, looked at me and said, "hey man you've got to see this hottie, she is about to get out of the bath!" The others didn't even look my way, fascinated by what they saw in my hotel room. I was shocked, but curious what they had seen. I put my eye to the gap in the curtain and saw Jessica in the in-room Jacuzzi, facing the glass door, sipping wine, topless. Her tiny breasts were visible over the rim of the tub, her face well lit, looking quite relaxed. She had no idea about her audience. She looked radiant. Her long hair was wet, reaching her mid back, her little pick nipples, areola and inch across, pointed right at us. The college boys seemed to accept me as a passing peeker and paid me no mind. Just then, Jessica stood up. The water rushed down her legs, leaving her skin glistening. Her newly shaven pussy was just 12 feet away from 5 sets of greedy eyes, quite a beautiful sight. She stepped up and out of the tub, and a flash of her inner lips, were exposed to her adoring onlookers. Then she turned, her round ass was wet and perfect. I was frozen in place, forgetting to breath at the shocking exposure. Just then, she bent at the waist to reach for a towel that she had left by the tub. She is a dancer, quite thin, and in that bent position, the rest of her was revealed. Her tiny anus was exposed to all of us, eliciting a soft moan from the one I remembered to be Justin. I assumed that she would dress, the boys would leave and I'd head in the room, but she spent 5 minutes toweling off in our view, then, dropping the towel, she flopped back onto the bed, her feet hanging off onto the floor, facing us. She lay on her back, just breathing, looking like she would fall asleep. Then, abruptly, she raised her left leg and placed her foot flat on the bed. This had the effect of spreading her pussy to our review. Even her tiny clitoris was in easy view from our spot just a few feet from her. Her tiny boobs, flattened when she reclined were almost nonexistent. Just then, another door opened nearby and the college guys scattered. I slipped inside the room. I thought about pulling the curtain closed but decided to leave it open. I moved to the bed and put my hand on Jessica's thigh.. The Hotel Ch. 01 Chapter 01: The Window From the room of our hotel window, I look across a small courtyard to the other hotel rooms. It is starting to get dark and I can clearly see into the lit rooms. As I watch, I see a door open and a light goes on in a room directly opposite us, one floor below. Two young women walk in, carrying shopping bags. They are both about 17 years of age and laughing together as they drop their bags and flop onto their beds. After a few seconds, one of them sits up and pulls her shoes off, talking to the other one. Soon they are both standing and pulling their purchases out of the shopping bags and throwing them onto the bed. As I watch, the shorter red-haired woman starts undoing her belt and the buttons of her jeans. I quickly turn out the light in our room so as not to be notices. 'What are you doing?' Jenny asks. 'Just watching a couple of girls stripping!' 'What? Let me see.' Jenny came over to join me. By now, the girl has pulled off her jeans and is unbuttoning her blouse. Within seconds she discards it to reveal a slim figure dressed only in brief white panties and a matching bra. Bending over, she takes the price tag off a white T-shirt, which she pulls over her head. Next she picks up a bright pink skirt and puts it on. Her friend says something to her before raising her friend's T-shirt enough to remove the bra underneath. She steps to one side and looks at her friend, who parades about for her. The other girl reaches over to her clothes and picks up a summer dress. Standing up, she tugs her jumper over her head and slips her skirt off, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. She stands there absolutely still for a second; a raven-haired, pale-skinned nymph. Unlike her friend, she is wearing matching silk underwear, her bra and thong-panties in a bright multi-coloured design. By now I have a raging hard-on. As we watch, the girl reaches behind her to undo her bra and flings it onto the bed. Turning towards us, she treats us to a perfect view of her breasts, which stand out proudly. Picking up the dress, she shrugs it over her head and pulls it on. The dress is extremely short, only just reaching past her knickers and flares out slightly at the bottom. Like her friend before her, she starts strutting around the room, flipping the hem of her skirt up and treating me to flashes of her knicker-covered crotch. As I watch, I suddenly feel Jenny's arms reaching around my waist from behind. I start to turn to her. 'What are ...' 'Shhh. Keep watching and tell me what is happening.' I turn back to look through the window and start describing the scene before me. The redhead has taken off her skirt again and starts pulling up her T-shirt. I feel my belt being undone and Jenny's fingers on the top button of my trousers. The redhead's breasts come into view. They are small with tiny pink nipples. The other girl makes a comment of some kind and the redhead grabs her. Within seconds, the summer dress is off and the two of them stand topless, facing one another. Another button pops open. The two girls cup their breasts and show off as if comparing sizes! Suddenly the black-haired girl points to the window. I freeze in case they see me. Another button pops open. The redhead shrugs and pulls her friend around so that she directly facing the window. I have a perfect view of her lovely breasts with their dark tips and her sheer panties covering her pussy. The last button pops open and I feel my trousers being opened and then tugged downwards. Grabbing her friend around the waist, the redhead pulls her crotch towards her friend's knicker-clad bum and wriggles her hips before laughing and letting go again. My trousers drop to the floor and I step out of them. Now the black-haired girl bends over and picks up a bag off the bed and empties its contents onto the table. The other girl picks up one of the garments and holds it up for the other girl to look at - a pair of royal blue lace panties. Turning away from the window, she slips off her multicoloured knickers giving me a brief glimpse of her petite bum before pulling on her new purchase. Jenny shuffles around in front of me and a pair of hands delves into my pants and tugs out my erect cock. The panties are cut high at the sides and as she twirls around in front of the redhead, I am disappointed that I am unable to see her pubes through the thin material. Two hands take hold of my cock and start masturbating me slowly. The dark-haired girl now reaches down and picks up a matching bra, which she puts on with the help of her companion. Once again she does a quick twirl, before handing her friend the bag. The redhead reaches into the bag and pulls out a silver stretch body. The other girl says something to her and she bursts out laughing as if agreeing to something. The hands stop moving and the tip of my cock is enveloped in a warm wetness. Seconds later she walks over to the window and reaches down to take hold of her panties at the hip. Before she can do so, the other girl has taken hold of the simple white knickers and starts sliding them down slowly, exposing a bright red pubic push to the world outside the window. I gasp out loud as a tongue starts rolling over the tip of my straining penis. As she bends forwards, I see how the redheads' breasts hold their shape as she steps into the body and starts pulling it up her legs and over her hips. Straightening up, she tugs the body over her breasts and pulls the straps over her shoulders. Jenny stops her stands up to watch what is happening. The silver-grey body seems to glow in the light of the room and the material clings to every inch of her glorious body. Even from here, it is clear that she is turned on - the born exhibitionist - and that her nipples are straining against the thin material of the body. Reaching out, I push Jenny into a half-bent-over position before grabbing her skirt and flipping it up over her back, exposing a pair of black lace panties. The redhead pushes her friend towards the window and, standing behind her, undoes her bra and drops it to the floor before taking hold of her royal blue knickers and tugging them down. I yank down Jenny's black lace panties and push her forwards onto the windowsill. The black-haired girl tries to cover herself with her hands, but the redhead pulls them away, exposing her nubile body to anyone happening to look in through their window. Reaching down, I slip the tip of my prick into Jenny's tight wet pussy. Jenny gasps as I enter her and also in recognition of the fact that the black-haired girl has a shaven pussy. This explains why I couldn't see her pubes through the thin royal blue panties she had been wearing. Jenny pushes back onto my hard cock, engulfing my in her warm fanny. Her pussy his completely hairless and her swollen lips are clearly visible. Letting go of her victim, the red-head picks up something from the bed and hands it to her friend. She bends down and starts pulling on a scarlet body made of a material so sheer that it serves only to highlight her nudity. The body is cut high at the crotch, arching over the black-haired girls hips, emphasising her long legs and slim figure. As we watch, the two girls turn back to the bed and strip off their bodies and fling them on to the bed. By now, I can feel the first twitches of my approaching orgasm and Jenny's breath is getting shallower and more rapid. The girl's rifle through a suitcase and pull out some clothes. The black-haired girl slips on a pair of navy-blue cotton panties in a simple bikini design while the red-haired girl pulls on a pair of black kickers consisting of nothing more than a small black triangle covering her bright red bush joined together by narrow strings. Suddenly Jenny gasps and calls out that she is coming. This is too much for me. With a shout, I start fucking Jenny hard, pulling on her hips to thrust deeper into her. Just as the two girls start to pull on blouses and jeans, I come explosively, shooting my jism deep into Jenny's pussy and triggering her orgasm as I do so. Jenny arches her back and shoves her bum back into my crotch as she comes. We remain coupled like that as the girls pull on their shoes and leave the room, switching off the light as they do so. 'God, Jenny that was horny!' 'No kidding. I never thought that I had voyeuristic tendencies, but now ...' 'Didn't you mind me watching them?' 'No. I found it a real turn on to hear you describe what was happening and at the thought of you ogling their hot bodies.' 'I wasn't exactly ogling ...' 'Well - answer this question for me - did you think about screwing them while you were watching the,?' 'Er, do I have to answer the question?' 'Exactly! So you were ogling them!' 'Well OK, maybe a little bit.' 'See? I don't mind - they were really horny.' 'Come on, let's have a shower and then go down and do some sport. The gym loked really good.' 'OK. Let's go.'