A few years ago, we stayed for two nights at the comfortable and luxurious Hawkstone Hall Hotel, in Shropshire, England.

Thanks to a young waitress, we both enjoyed an unexpectedly sexy evening during our stay.

We're thinking of planning a trip back later this year. Hopefully the waitress is still there, or at least someone has taken her place who is similarly liberal in her sexual behaviour.

Let us share the story of what went on during our first visit.

On the second morning, at breakfast in the elegant dining room, Jack and I sat opposite each other at a table by the window. We were silent as we tucked into fresh juices, warm toast and plates of wonderful, fluffy, scrambled eggs.

After a while, we called to a passing waiter for another pot of tea.

Moments later, I caught Jack lifting his eyes from the table, and taking a long glance over my shoulders. I half turned my head to see what, or who, had taken his attention.

Coming towards us, carrying a tray with two pots of tea, was a young waitress. She was unmistakably attractive, trim, small in height, almost no make-up, and wearing a tight-fitting uniform consisting of a blue dress, and a white apron. Slim, bare legs, and simple, black, slip-on shoes, completed the innocent, fresh-faced look.

For the sake of her privacy, I won't divulge her name badge. Let's just for the purpose of this recollection, call her D. She stopped at our table, gave us a warm greeting and a broad, friendly smile, and set the pots of tea on the table.

Her eyes fixed upon us both in turn. "Good morning, sir, madam. I hope you enjoy your stay with us."

Jack watched her leave, his eyes glued to the view of her little, round bottom, swaying skirt and long, coltish legs.

I smiled up at him. "I know what you're thinking, you naughty old man. Nice ass. Cute and friendly. She's probably half your age, and not interested in old men like you."

Jack shrugged. "I'm not so sure. She gave me a lovely smile, and moved her cute ass so it was almost within touching distance. She might quite like someone mature."

I gave Jack a sad smile, and poured the tea. We did not mention the encounter again that day.

In the evening, we ate in the same dining room, and at the same table, which had been beautifully decorated with fresh flowers and white linen.

A young man took our order.

Jack looked around the room with mock concern. "Oh dear, no D tonight then? So much for showing off my mature self."

I smiled back at him. "No worries, my dear. No panties this side of the table, so you can look forward to a little feel down there, as your dessert."

After dinner, Jack and I ordered a nightcap in the Snug Bar, a lovely, cosy room on the ground floor. We both sat next to one another on a chesterfield sofa, facing the room.

There were very few other guests, and after a short while, to our surprise, D approached us with a cocktail menu. She stood in front of us, her hair tied in a ponytail, her slim figure squeezed into her uniform, and a wide smile on her face.

"Good evening, sir, madam. Nice to see you both again. I'm on bar duty this evening, and happy to serve you both."

I could almost feel Jack's cock stiffening as he looked at her longingly. Having the waitress serve us both, was exactly the thought that flashed into both our minds.

We placed our order and sat in silence. Both of us thinking the same dirty thoughts.

I gave Jack a prod. "What are you thinking, I wonder. Do you feel she's coming on to us, just a bit? Shall we take up her offer of wanting to serve us both?"

I put the palm of my hand on his crotch. "Am I right in feeling you're getting just a bit hot and hard under there, with whatever you are thinking."

I parted my legs and rubbed my hand up my thigh. "Don't forget, your dessert is waiting up here."

We watched the remaining guests leave the bar for an early night, giving them a polite smile as they passed by.

D returned with our drinks and looked down at us, with a small smile and a perfect little minx expression. "I'm going to have to close soon, as I'm the only one on duty tonight. Is there anything else I can get you both?"

Jack sipped his drink. "How about you join us for a well-deserved nightcap? Put it on our tab and make yourself comfortable. I'm sure it's been a long day, and you deserve it."

D didn't hesitate. She smiled back and replied, cheerfully, "Oh, do you know, I'd love that. Been on my feet all day, and could do with a nice strong Gin and Tonic. Give me a moment and I'll be right back. If you both don't mind, I can get out of this formal uniform."

D undid her apron, and tossed it casually onto the chair opposite, revealing her snug fitting and simple dress, buttoned to the knee and pulled tight over her little tits. Her braless nipples noticeably stiff under the material.

As she turned and walked away, Jack grinned and licked his lips. "Well, well. Looks like the evening could liven up. How shall we get this lovely, little, young hussy to service us? "

The lights visibly dimmed in the bar, and we became aware of the silence around us.

D returned, a balloon-shaped glass in hand, and flung her trim physique into the chair opposite us, her long, slim legs crossed at the knee.

"I've locked the doors and turned off most of the lights. Duties all over, so we can all relax now."

"Cheers to us then. Have you worked here long, D ?" asked Jack, raising his glass.

She explained that she did the winter season as a chalet girl, then in the spring she worked in hotels in England before hosting summer villas in Italy, France and Greece.

"I like the change of pace, meeting new people and having new adventures. It's what life is all about. How about you two? What do sir, and madam spend their time with ?"

I explained that we were away for a few nights, hadn't stayed in this hotel before and also enjoyed travelling and staying in luxury hotels.

We chatted easily together, and we laughed at the same humour. I noticed Jack was becoming mesmerised by her sparkly personality, her easy manner, and, not least, her frequent touching of his knee when she giggled girlishly at something amusing.

The drinks had taken effect, and the conversation loosened. It was hard to tell who was flirting with who. The three of us each becoming mildly aroused at the heady atmosphere we were creating together.

D told us a story of a recent chalet girl experience, when she hosted a group in ski resort of Tignes.

"There were four other couples staying. All young professionals with loads of money to burn. One boozy evening, after I'd cooked dinner, they asked me to join for a game of cards. Now, me and cards, I tell you, I'm hopeless. Can't tell a spade from a queen. So anyway, no sooner had we started than I lost my hand. That's when they told me we were playing Strip Poker. I kid you not, within the first half an hour I'd lost almost all my clothing other than my skirt, my bra and my panties. It seemed this whole game was rigged, because most of the men then lost their trousers and the girls, their dresses. So we all sat round the table in varying stages of undress. Then I lost another hand, and had no choice but to remove my skirt. The rest of them were going wild with excitement, insisting on another hand, which of course I lost. So I was surrounded, almost nude, by a drunken gang of ogling men and groping women, all pulling to get the rest of my underwear off me. The boys were wanking their stiff cocks in the air, urged on by the girls, who were doing their best to get the boys excited by wrestling me to the ground and fingering me. We all ended up in a groping heap, with the boys fucking their partners. So I've had my share of adventures, I tell you."

Jack and I sat silently, trying to conjure up an image of pretty D, sat in a Swiss chalet in her bra and panties, being fondled by a pack of young strangers. I knew Jack's arousal threshold had been exceeded, and, in the half light, could see the bulge in his trousers noticeably growing.

Attempting distraction, I blurted out, "Sounds crazy how you can meet people like that in your work."

She replied in a serious tone, "Ah, yes. We get all sorts in the hospitality business, and it takes all sorts to keep it going, so you've got to stay flexible in your behaviour and keep an open mind. "

She readjusted her dress, the material rising over her thigh and the move catching Jack's attention. It seemed to me D had made a deliberate gesture.

She carried on. "I noticed, the two of you seem like a couple who would not shy away from new experiences. Would you agree?"

"We've had our share, I suppose," I replied.

D smiled at us. "We can talk freely here. Nobody about. Nice and quiet and almost dark. Let me say, I thought when I saw you both that you might be, so to speak, in the group we in the hospitality business call, naughty guests. Guests who look like they enjoy a bit of erotic fun in public places. Especially hotels like this one. Maybe even flirting with staff, or going further if there is mutual attraction. We say they are 24F people. Two for fun. An airline stewardess friend of mine once told me, that to amuse themselves, they rank passengers according to the seat number 24F. I'm feeling we may all three have some mutual attractions between us. So as I say, it's my duty to serve you in any way that makes you both feel special."

Looking at us, she pulled her dress to one side, and slightly parted her slim legs, so the dim light illuminated her naked thighs.

She continued. "Thing is, you see, I can spot a sexy couple a mile away. In all my travels, I've become pretty good at knowing who they are and how to enjoy them. So what do you both fancy doing in front of me, while I watch? Would that excite you?"

Jack's bulge had grown so prominent it could not be ignored, and he'd put his hand on it, to try and disguise the hardening erection in his trousers.

D noticed and leaned forward. placing the palm of her hand on the stiff mound of his cock.

"What's going on here then, sir? Are we rising to the occasion? Does madam mind, or would it turn madam on if I took a peek?"

I shook my head. "No, madam does not mind."

D loosened the bottom two buttons on her dress, parting her knees to reveal more of her tanned legs.

"Then let's see how I can serve both of you. We can all have a bit of fun together."

She pulled the dress to one side, the faint light of the table lamps illuminated the space along her thighs, almost all the way up to her vagina.

She whispered. "This might help relax you both. Or should I say, get you going."

Jack sat back on the sofa, allowing his crotch to be massaged, as I began to feel a deep sense of arousal course through my body. The evening was indeed becoming something a little special and unexpected for Jack and me.

D looked up at me. "Shall we get Sir ready, madam? Would you like to help me here? The more hands the better."

She used her slim fingers to unbutton Jack's trousers, while I started on the zipper. Jack's coiled cock sprung out in the open, long, hard and curved, the shiny tip glistening in the pale light.

"That's a mighty fine prick you have there, sir. Not bad for a senior. How about you, madam?" D asked. "Would she like to join in with Sir?"

D unbuttoned further up her dress, up to her waist, and, parting her legs revealed a tight-fitting pair of black panties, stretched snugly over her pretty, little, shaven pussy. With her hand, she pulled them to one side. She dipped a slender finger into her ice cold Gin and Tonic, and then slipped it into herself, rubbing along her moist crack.

"We all need a little stimulation in life, don't we," she murmured. " Would sir like to help with some stimulation, perhaps?"

She took Jack's hand and guided it up inside her thigh until it rested alongside her fingers. With her other hand she cupped his balls, as his prick rose in the air.

I couldn't take this stimulation without playing with myself, so I slipped my hand under my skirt, pushed the material up to my hips, and revealed my panty-less crotch, my pubic hair perfectly trimmed in preparation for our night out.

D noticed, and with delight whispered, "I knew it. Madam has no panties, just a naked cunt, open to the air. Madam is a tease. You both are classic 24F people."

She let go of Jack and, standing up, pulled her panties down to her ankles and let her dress slip to the floor. She stood in front of us, her elegant, long body revealing small tits, narrow hips, a flat belly and a hairless pussy, the lips glistening with pre-cum.

"Now let me see how I can help sir and madam," D whispered. "How about we start here."

She pulled down Jack's trousers, then moved towards me and lifted my skirt above my waist, and then over my head. She brushed her hand over my breasts and fingered my swollen nipples.

"Lucky sir, madam has a lovely, slim, mature figure. Madam clearly takes good care of herself. I love feeling an experienced woman, especially when she has taken such good care of her body. "

She stroked my breasts, gently running her fingers over my nipples.

"Lovely firm tits, pretty open pussy. Let me see if I can prepare you, madam, to make the most of your husband's nice cock."

She ran her hand up the inside of my thighs, parting the knees as she did so, her hand reached my open cunt. I could see her lick her fingers, and I closed my eyes as I felt her push them into my wet crack, massaging gently, and making me wetter.

Jack kneeled in front of me, stiff with anticipation, his proud, upstanding cock, swung in the air, oozing at its tip.

D took hold of it. "Let me help, sir. Let me help you push yourself into your wife's wet and waiting vagina, so you can give her a good fuck. My fingers have been getting her ready for you. That's what you've both been waiting for all evening, I bet."

She pushed Jack's rigid prick deep into me, fondling his balls as he entered my wet crack. "Push into him, and make him fuck you, madam. Make yourselves both cum for me, while I finger myself and watch you both. "

D leaned down to kiss my tits, dripping her saliva onto them and licking the hard, brown nipples. Her slim, young, naked body brushed over both Jack and me, as he pumped himself into my dripping cunt.

D breathed softly, her smooth, slim body rubbing itself against ours. She kneeled over my head, while she fingered her little pussy, the juices oozing and glistening over her thigh and dripping onto me.

She purred. "More, harder, sir. Your wife is enjoying herself and I am also. Love watching you both. Love seeing your stiff cock inside her, as I finger my pussy and make myself wet."

Her fingering became more urgent, and watching her I could not resist slipping my middle finger alongside hers and feeling her wetness coat my hand.

D moaned, " Oh, Madam. Yes, please help me, and play with me. I love feeling your painted fingers inside me. Make your man cum inside your hairy pussy, and coat you with his semen while you finger me, and I watch you both. Fuck, this is such fun."

I came first, with a slow moan as D moved her fingers from inside my cunt. Jack's cock still in me as the cum oozed from my crack.

She whispered into my ear. "Madam, make sir fuck you while i finger myself and watch, then let him cum all over me."

Jack's final thrust pumped into my pussy, and he withdrew himself just as he orgasmed, shooting a spurt of his cum over D's little tits.

He took hold of his cock and, masturbating vigorously, made certain the very last drops of his juices spilt over her body, before collapsing into a heap over me.

D had a broad smile on her face as she wiped herself clean. "Wow. You two are something else. 24F for sure, and so much more. Haven't we been lucky to meet each other?"

With a flourish, she gathered her dress and her apron, and before we could respond, sneaked silently out of the bar, leaving the door ajar for us.

Checking out the next morning we asked about D, so we could give her our best wishes. It was her day off, and she'd gone to get her travel arrangements, as she was planning her next engagement. Jack and I asked if she'd be back at the hotel, and they were not certain. Seems D was a bit of a free spirit, so nobody was sure where she'd turn up next.

Jack and I felt that was a good enough reason to pay the hotel a second visit. Just in case we could enjoy another night of erotic fun all together. Let's hope D decides to return.