The receptionist stood behind the large dark wooden counter which ran along the whole length of one wall. She stared at a screen hidden from view below the countertop and tapped on the keyboard.
She heard the revolving entrance door swish and caught out of the corner of her eye a couple approaching the counter stopping a few metres away. The gentleman was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans with a button-down white shirt with brown brogues. Over this, he had a long cream trench coat. The woman was dressed in a long paisley pattern maxi dress with a white cardigan over her shoulders and flat plimsolls on her feet. Both were hugging the handles of small cabin size stroller cases.
She looked up and smiled at the couple, “Hello can I help you?”
The gentleman strode forward, “Yes we would like to check in please.”
“Certainly, sir do you have a reservation with us, could I take your name please?”
“Yes, it is for three nights, under the name of Carr.”
There was the sound of the keyboard clicking, “Ah yes here we are,” the receptionist turned to a box and flicked through the paperwork eventually removing a single sheet of A4 paper attached to which there was a tiny folded piece of card. She removed the card and placed the paper on the counter along with a pen.
“If I could just get you to check the details and then sign and date, here, here and here,” she marked three crosses at various points down the piece of paper. Did you drive here today?”
She looked up and Mr Carr nodded, “Great if I could also get you to write the registration number of your car here.”
Another cross was added to the paper.
She watched as Mr Carr read through the details slowly, stopping at each cross to sign and date before continuing the downwards procession. She glanced at Mrs Carr who had remained a few steps away from the counter and was steadily looking around the hotel lobby taking everything in. Mrs Carr’s gaze returned to the counter and realising that the receptionist was looking at her she dropped her head and stared at the marbled floor tiles.
Mr Carr completed the last signature and pushed the paper back towards the receptionist.
“Thank you, will you be wishing to eat in our restaurant tonight?” she flashed him a wide smile as she asked that question.
“Yes I think we will,” Mr Carr replied.
The receptionist noticed that at no point had he consulted his wife, she presumed the lady with him was his wife but then over the years she had seen it all so it wouldn’t come as any surprise if she wasn’t. Still, it wasn’t her place to pry just to check people in and try and make their stay with the hotel as pleasant as possible. “That’s great, Sir what time would you like me to book a table for, the restaurant opens at six and the last reservations are at nine, all time slots are currently available?”
“I think half seven would be good, what do you say dear, half seven alright for you, give you enough time to put a bit of slap on?”
The woman stood away from the counter and seemed a bit surprised to have suddenly been consulted on something and it took her a few seconds to respond before rather weakly she nodded “yes that would be fine.” Before returning to her scanning of the hotel lobby.
The receptionist tapped some more keys, “Ok that is all booked for you Sir, half seven in the restaurant if you just give them your room number when you arrive, they will show you to your table. Have you stayed with us before?”
“No, not in this particular hotel.”
“That’s fine, here are your key cards, your room is number 210 which is on the second floor. If you just go through those double doors on the left you will come to the lifts. When you come out of the lift on the second floor just follow the signs to your room. Hope you have a pleasant stay with us and if there is anything else I can be of service with just ring down to reception and I will endeavour to sort it for you.”
Mr Carr nodded his thanks and picked up the key cards, “Thank you, come along dear, here they have given us two cards so you had better take one just for safekeeping.”
He waved a card at his wife who took it, clutching it in her hand as she followed after her husband towards the lift.
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Mr Carr waved his card in front of the handle and the light flashed green, opening the door he swiftly pushed his card into the little cardholder on the wall which also operated the electricity for the room and several lights came on.
Mrs Carr followed him in wheeling her case towards the bed where she sat down on the end.
“Well Susan, this is not a bad room,” Mr Carr said as he walked over to the desk below the flat-screen TV on the wall and flicked open the room's information pack. He quickly skimmed through the information leaflets as he simultaneously operated the remote to turn on the TV.
“Ah good they have a menu in here, do you want to look at it and choose what you are going to have tonight. Save us a bit of time tonight, hey dear.”
“Yes Peter, I am just going to use the toilet, I will have a look at it shortly.”
Susan stood up and walked back towards the room entrance taking the door to the left and into the bathroom.
She found the light switch on the second attempt, why did hotel rooms always have so many light switches and why put them all together at the entrance to the room. She bunched up her dress, pulled her knickers down and sat on the toilet.
God this was going to be a long weekend, why had she agreed to come away with Peter. Break out of the old routine he had said, do us good to get away but he hadn’t asked her where she wanted to go and now, they were here to do God knows what she would far rather have stayed at home with the kids and the dog and watched her soaps and a good book.
She stood up flushed the toilet washed her hands and returned to the bed, picking up the menu. The choice was pretty limited but she managed to find something on there to eat and returned the menu to Peter who was now flicking through the channels eventually settling on a programme where people sold antiques they just happen to have lying around at home in an auction after an expert had given them a valuation. She closed her eyes and nodded off.
She was woken sharply by Peter giving her a nudge and informing her it was time to think about getting ready they only had an hour and a half before they were due down in the restaurant. She sighed, why did he have to wake just then she had been enjoying that dream at least she thought she had as she couldn’t remember what it had all been about now, it definitely involved a young gentleman in a park she thought but then again, well it didn’t matter she was awake now better find something to wear and go and get showered.
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“Good evening Sir, Madame do you have a reservation with us tonight?” the hostess asked as they entered the restaurant.
“Yes, we are room 210, half seven.”
The hostess looked down at her sheet of paper, “Of course, if you would just like to follow me,” she picked up two leather-bound folders and turned and walked towards a small table for two situated in a window.
She turned, “Will this be ok Sir, Madame?”
Peter nodded and beckoned for Susan to sit in the seat facing into the restaurant whilst he sat facing her and looking out over the hotel gardens.
Once seated the hostess placed the folders in front of them, “here are your menus there is also a wine list, if you would like to look through them your waiter will be along shortly to take your drinks order, enjoy your meal. Sir, Madame.”
With that, the hostess turned and returned to her station at the front of the restaurant leaving Peter and Susan flicking through their menus aimlessly.
A minute or so later a young boy not much older than seventeen or eighteen dressed in black trousers, and a black shirt arrived at their table.
“Good evening, my name is Robert and I will be your waiter for tonight can I get you anything to drink?”
Peter looked at him, “Yes I will have a pint of lager please, Susan you know what you are having?”
Susan looked up from the menu, “Yes can I have a glass of rosé wine, please.”
“Certainly Madame, large or small glass?”
“Oh, large please,” Susan replied.
Robert walked away and return a couple of minutes later with a pint of large and a large glass of rosé wine. Setting them down on the table he stood up and took from his back pocket his notepad.
“Are you ready to order or do you need some more time?”
“No I think we are sorted,” said Peter, “I will have Fricassee of Normandy Chicken and Susan, what are you having?”
Even though she had decided before they left the room what she was having she still took a second or two before she started to answer, “I will have the Soy & maple blackened salmon please but can you ask the chef not to put the chilli dressing on it please.”
“Yes, certainly Madame,” responded Robert, “Do you want the chilli dressing on the side or not at all?”
“Not at all, if you don’t mind, I don’t like spicy food.”
“Not a problem Madame, the food is all freshly prepared to order there will be a little bit of a wait, I will be back shortly.” With that, Robert turned and left the table heading off around the corner and presumably into the kitchen.
Susan looked around the dining area, there were few other dinners in at the moment, a couple of middle-aged women over on the other side of the restaurant and she presumed another couple hidden behind a pillar as she could only see the back of a gentleman who looked to be talking quite animatedly as he waved his arms about and exaggeratedly moved his head.
Peter took a sip of his drink, “So when we get back I was thinking of speaking to the Operations Director and telling him that the current budget for this financial year needs to be revised as currently we are trading well below month on month sales targets and that is going to put serious pressure on the company as a whole.”
Susan nodded, “should we be worried, your job is not on the line is it.”
“No, we have been pretty profitable for the last few years but what with one thing and another this year we just need to consolidate, get things reorganised and get ready to expand again next year if we can.”
Peter droned on about work, Susan occasionally nodded and made the odd acknowledging remark, her mind drifted, she watched other guests arrive and be shown to their tables. She paid keen interest in what the women were wearing and what they were ordering.
Her meal was delicious the salmon was perfectly cooked and tasted delicious as she put her knife and fork down having taken the last bite she saw Robert escort a male to the table across from theirs.
She glanced him up and down, dark blue jeans, black polo shirt, tightly trimmed beard and a mop of blonde hair. The polo shirt was not fitted but he looked to have a good body, he clearly worked out as she could see his biceps were toned and firmed, she noted that tucked under one arm was a book. She tried to catch a glimpse of the title but his arm was in the way and he put it down on the table before pulling out his chair and sitting down.
“Susan, Susan are you off in your own little world again?”
Peter’s voice dragged her back to the table, “Huh, sorry did you say something darling?”
“I asked if your salmon was nice and are you going to have dessert?”
“Yes, yes it was very tasty. I don’t know are you going to have one?”
Peter stared at her, “Yes I think I might have the sorbet, give the chocolate fudge cake a miss tonight, we need to watch our figures.”
Susan felt a flash of annoyance, was he including her in that last comment, she was the same size she had been in her twenties, he could bloody well go on a diet if he wanted but she was not going to join him.
“I will need to see a menu before I decide,” said Susan before looking back across at the young man sitting on his own. It might not look it to everybody because of the loose-fitting dresses and cardigans she tends tended to wear but she had a fairly decent figure for her age she thought.
The young gentleman looked up at that moment and noticed her looking at him. He nodded and smiled at her, she quickly looked away, her head falling forward so she looked down towards the floor. When she looked back at him, he had returned to reading his book.
Robert came back and she decided to order the Vanilla crème brûlée. As she ordered she felt the young guy's eyes on her, she felt inextricably drawn to look at him. Again, he nodded and smiled this time she smiled back her hand going up to her hair and curling a lock around her fingers.
Robert brought her dessert and she ate it slowly glancing regularly at the guy who seemed to be staring at her intently now. Each time she would look and then glance away, he had a knowing smile and she was convinced that he had winked at her a couple of times.
Something was stopping her from leaving and so when Robert the waiter returned to take away her plate again, she asked if she could have a coffee. Peter tutted saying she would be awake all night but she chose to ignore him.
As she sipped her coffee the young gentleman signed the chit charging his meal to his room and stood up as she passed Susan and Peter's table, she quickly feigned interest in a picture on the wall at the far end of the restaurant.
“Excuse me, I think you have dropped your napkin,” a deep voice intoned.
Susan turned her head sharply, “No I don’t think so,” she said looking down at the floor by her feet.
“I am sure you have,” the voice said and then the young gentleman appeared in her view as he knelt down revealing in his hand a napkin. He stood up and handed it to her, “Would hate for you to spill coffee on your dress.”
With that, he stood up and walked out of the restaurant area and down the corridor towards the lifts.
“You should be more careful, he is right you could spill something on yourself,” said Peter as they both watched the back of the gentleman as he walked away.
Susan unfolded the napkin and spread it out on her lap, staring at the top right-hand corner where in a clear sweeping style was written, ‘come tonight, room 516.”
After finishing her coffee they returned to their room, where they quickly got undressed and ready for bed. Sitting in bed Peter put the TV on and flicked through the channels before announcing that there was nothing worth watching and turning it off.
Susan picked up her book and read the same paragraph three times, she kept thinking about the napkin, why had he given her that, did she look like that sort of woman. Actually what sort of woman did she look like? Did she look like some sort of cheap prostitute who frequented hotels looking for her next client? No, of course, she didn’t perhaps she looked like a woman who would jump into bed with any man who showed her a bit of interest.
She looked across at her husband, he had already turned over to face the window, covers pulled right up. She listened, his breathing was slow and steady he was already asleep. So much for a romantic weekend away, another night with no sex.
She returned to her book but it was hopeless she had re-read the same paragraph again and in frustration, she slammed the book shut, there was a loud slap as the covers came together. She immediately looked across at Peter. He had not moved, bloody hell he was totally out for the count.
She climbed out of bed and walked over to the chair where she had draped her dress over the back of it. Why had she done that she wondered, normally she would have thrown her dress into the wash bag that Peter had created so that when they got home the washing could easily be sorted and thrown in the washing machine without unpacking. She reached out and placed her hand on the dress before withdrawing it again and walking away from the chair toward the bathroom.
She entered and turned on the light and stared at herself in the mirror.
“What the hell are you doing Susan?” she muttered.
“You must be crazy, if you leave this room you are risking your marriage, everything.”
She stared at herself in the mirror for another five minutes before switching the light off and slipping back into the room. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, she glanced first toward the chair and then her sleeping husband. Her mind was conflicted but then taking a deep breath she walked purposefully to the chair, snatched the dress up and slipped it over her head letting it fall over her body. She went to slip her feet into the white slip-on trainers she had worn to dinner but stopped.
Susan, she thought, if you are going to do this you might as well do it properly, after all, you are leaving this room for one thing and one thing only. She reached up under her dress and pulled down her knickers and threw them onto the clothes washing bag. she walked over to the wardrobe and open the door, she reached in and took out the only pair of high heel shoes she had brought with her and slipped them on, then realising the noise they would make on the wooden floor she took them off and walked barefoot to the door making sure to pick up her hotel key card as she did so.
Slipping out of the room she quietly closed the door, placed her shoes on the floor and put her feet into them. Slowly she walked towards the lift, With every step she took she felt like turning around and running straight back to the room but something was propelling her forward towards, towards what exactly.
She didn’t know how long it took but suddenly she found herself walking along the 5th-floor corridor and standing in front of room 516.
She stared at the black wooden door with the gold numbers in the middle and then timidly knocked on the door. She heard shuffling noises then the door opened widely.
The young gentleman stood there in just a pair of white CK boxer shorts, he gestured for her to come in. She stared at his chest, well defined and below it a very nice six-pack. She glanced at his white boxers and could see the shape of his package which was a decent size already considering it was not hard. His legs were solid muscle and she was surprised to see that they had no hair on them. That thought immediately brought her attention back to his chest where she realised that he was also hairless.
I wonder if he waxes, she thought as she walked through the door and he closed it behind her.
“I was not sure if you were going to come, but I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of Champagne, would you care for a glass.”
“Please?” her voice was barely a whisper, her mouth was suddenly very, very dry.
“I am Michael, by the way,” he said as he walked over to the round table situated in front of his window where there was an ice bucket containing one bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes. Popping the cork he poured two glasses and handed one to her.
“Thanks, I guess I should tell you my name, it's Susan.”
“Hello Susan,” Michael held up his glass and clinked it against hers.
She looked into his deep brown eyes, feeling drawn into them almost like she was falling.
Looking down at the glass she raised it to her lips and took a big gulp almost finishing the whole glass in one swig. Placing the glass on the table she turned towards the door, “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have come.”
“Susan wait,” Michael’s hand grabbed her arm and spun her back towards him, her hand coming up and ending up on his chest.
“We shouldn’t,”
“Yet you are here, I am not going to dissect your personal life, but I do know you are here so something is missing and hopefully I can just for tonight provide it, nothing more, nothing less.”
She looked down at his chest as he moved his head forward. Looking back up their heads were now inches away from one another. Michael continued to move forward and their lips touched.
Immediately it was like sparks flying he continued to walk forward and she backed up never breaking the kiss. She felt her back hit the door to the wardrobe and now with nowhere where to go, she pushed back, pressing her lips hard against his mouth. Her hands roamed over his back feeling the muscles tensing and relaxing as he moved.
His hands were moving around her body, squeezing her breasts through her dress, then he was pulling on her dress, lifting it to expose her naked body beneath.
She broke the kiss and lifted her arms up so that the dress could be pulled over her head. Once off, Michael threw it to the floor and resumed kissing her forcefully. There was a hunger, a need, a desire.
Swinging her around Susan fell onto the bed and Michael was on top of her kissing her mouth and then starting to travel southwards down her body kissing everywhere as he went.
Michael pulled back and looked at her lying on the bed before kissing her calf and caressing her thigh. Slowly he moved up kissing her inner thigh as he inched towards her pussy.
Susan moaned involuntarily as his lips brushed against her body. He blew gently over her pussy and she quivered, the anticipation was becoming unbearable.
Michael began to kiss and lick around her pussy, his thumb lightly rubbing her clit at the same time.
Susan could feel herself becoming wetter with each stroke and kiss, her moaning was becoming louder, her mouth had fallen open as the gasps escaped her.
Michael was now licking her harder and with gusto, his tongue was rapidly flicking at her clit occasionally sweeping along the whole length of her labia.
As he settled into a rhythm Susan let out a long moan, her eyes were closed, her fingers gently running through his hair as she massaged his head.
Michael broke away from her pussy and slipped two fingers into her as he started to finger fuck her.
Susan briefly thought about Peter back in their hotel room but as an orgasm washed over her, she pushed him to the back of her mind and quickly forgot about him. Michael pulled her head up and started to kiss her roughly but passionately as his fingers plunged in and out of her. She started to buck her hips and a long guttural moan escaped her lips as she came, flooding his hand with her juice.
Having made her cum Michael now moved forward up her body, he leaned down and kissed her as his hand moved between their bodies, took hold of his cock and moved it slowly into position at the entrance to her pussy. He paused, gazing into her eye almost seeking permission to take what was not his.
He rubbed his cock along the length of her lips, Susan moaned and lifted her hips slightly. Without further ado, he pushed forward and his cock entered her pussy. Susan opened her eyes wide realising that there was no going back now, she was being fucked by somebody who was not her husband, the first new cock she had experienced in over 25 years. Her legs went up in the air so that her new lover could thrust deeper into her, whilst her hands went to his arse pulling him into her as he pounded her.
Michael withdrew and flipped her over, pulling her hips upwards whilst also pushing her torso down onto the bed. She was loving this rough treatment, being taken by somebody she had only seen for the first time but a few hours earlier. She moaned as he slammed back into her and started to fuck her hard, thrusting hard almost as if trying to push her through the mattress onto the floor. Her pussy was soaking his cock, she had never felt so wet down there, shuddering as another orgasm washed over her.
She heard Michael start to pant and he gripped her hips hard as he pulled her onto him. He must be close she thought, he can’t cum in me.
Suddenly she felt him tense, then grunt and the first jet of cum filled her pussy, she threw herself forward, “don’t cum in me,” she panted.
The second and third spurts landed on her arse as she lay there, she looked back over her shoulder, Michael was kneeling on the bed, his eyes closed and one hand gripping the base of his cock as he continued to cum, little jerks and smaller and smaller amounts of white cum were dribbling from his cock.
Susan reached back and wiped some of the cum off her arse, rubbing it between her fingers, feelings of embarrassment and shame at being unfaithful ran through her mind.
“Can you pass me a tissue or something to wipe this off me please,” she asked.
Michael reached down and picked up his boxer shorts and handed them to her without saying a word.
“Thanks.”
She wiped the remaining cum from her arse and then over her pussy before sitting up and attempting to hand the boxers back to him. He just waved at her to throw them on the floor.
Throwing them on the floor she stared at them, was that how they were to view what had just happened here, a stain on some underwear and thrown away. Perhaps it was for the best after all she had a husband who was currently asleep a few floors away.
Suddenly remembering Peter caused her to stand up and start looking for her clothes.
“Wait,” Michael said, “can I get you another drink, you don’t have to rush back just yet?”
“No, I must get back, this should never have happened. I must go back to my husband.”
“I see, of course, well I enjoyed meeting you perhaps I could get your number and maybe we could do this again.”
Susan had now got her dress on and was just putting on her shoes she looked up. “I..” she paused, “it’s not that I have not enjoyed what we have done but I don’t think we should.”
She slipped her shoes on and walked towards the door, she kissed him on the cheek and ran her hand across his chest almost wistfully before opening the door and stepping outside. The door closed behind her and looking both ways up and down the corridor she took a deep breath and slowly walked back to her hotel room.
Quietly she entered the room and stripping off she climbed into bed.
Peter stirred, “where have you been?”
“I just wanted some fresh air, go back to sleep,” she replied kissing him on the forehead.
Turning over she stared at the wall, realising that she needed to get up before Peter in the morning and get showered to wash the smell of sex off her. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself.
