The Royal Chateaux Affair
I arrived at The Royal Chateaux, a grand hotel nestled in the heart of the city, seeking a much-needed escape from my mundane routine. The moment I stepped into the lavish lobby, I knew this place would offer me an unforgettable experience. And it all began with the man who greeted me—Martin, the bellman.
“Welcome to The Royal Chateaux, Ms. Sharon,” Martin said, his deep voice resonating with warmth. He was tall and handsome, with charming brown hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. His polite demeanor and welcoming smile instantly put me at ease. I felt a flutter in my stomach, a sensation I hadn’t experienced in a while, as if my body was awakening to a new adventure.
“Thank you, Martin,” I replied, my voice slightly shaky. I tried to maintain my composure, but the excitement of the trip had me on edge. I was Sharon, a 37-year-old woman, craving a break from my ordinary life. My blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders, and I hoped my blue eyes conveyed the same allure as Martin’s. I wanted this vacation to be more than just a break; I wanted it to be a journey of self-discovery and pleasure.
Martin took my luggage with a gentle touch, his strong arms effortlessly lifting the bags. “It’s my pleasure to assist you. The Royal Chateaux prides itself on providing an exceptional experience to all our guests. Allow me to show you to your room.”
As we walked through the hotel’s opulent corridors, I couldn’t help but notice the way Martin’s eyes occasionally glanced at me. There was a subtle appreciation in his gaze, as if he was admiring a work of art. I felt a surge of confidence, my body tingling with a newfound sense of freedom. This trip was already shaping up to be more exciting than I had anticipated.
“Here we are, Ms. Sharon,” Martin announced as we stopped in front of a beautifully carved wooden door. He opened it with a flourish, revealing a spacious suite adorned with luxurious furnishings. The room exuded elegance, from the plush king-sized bed to the marble bathroom with its deep soaking tub.
“This is incredible, Martin. I feel like royalty,” I said, my voice filled with awe.
He smiled, his eyes sparkling. “I’m glad you like it. It’s my goal to ensure your stay here is memorable. If there’s anything you need, no matter how small, please don’t hesitate to contact me. I’m here to make your wishes come true.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help but wonder if he meant them in a way that went beyond the duties of a bellman. Was there a hint of seduction in his tone? My imagination started to run wild, picturing all sorts of naughty scenarios.
“Thank you, Martin. I’ll be sure to let you know if I need anything,” I said, my voice slightly huskier than before. I wanted to test the waters, to see if my instincts were right.
Martin’s gaze intensified, and for a moment, I thought he might lean in for a kiss. But he maintained his professional demeanor, stepping back and giving me a respectful nod. “Enjoy your stay, Ms. Sharon. I’ll be just a call away if you require my services.”
As he turned to leave, I felt a pang of disappointment. I wanted more of his attention, his presence. I had a feeling that Martin was going to be a significant part of my adventure, and I couldn’t wait to explore the possibilities.
I spent the rest’t of the afternoon exploring the hotel’s amenities, indulging in a relaxing spa treatment, and savoring a delicious dinner in the hotel’s gourmet restaurant. But my thoughts kept drifting back to Martin. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye.
As the evening deepened, I decided to take a stroll through the hotel’s lush gardens, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The night air was cool and inviting, and I wrapped my silk robe around me, enjoying the sensation of the soft fabric against my skin.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and my heart skipped a beat. It was Martin, his tall figure emerging from the shadows. He had changed out of his uniform into a casual outfit, a tight-fitting t-shirt that showcased his muscular physique and a pair of well-fitted jeans.
“Ms. Sharon, what a pleasant surprise,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “Enjoying the night air?”
I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. “I am now. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Martin stepped closer, his eyes fixed on mine. “I couldn’t resist the temptation of seeing you again. You’ve captivated my thoughts since our first encounter.”
My breath quickened as his words sank in. This was more than I had hoped for. I wanted to feel desired, and Martin was delivering that in spades.
“I’m glad I’ve made an impression, Martin,” I said, my voice laced with a hint of playfulness. “But tell me, is this part of your job, making sure the guests are satisfied in every way?”
He laughed, a deep, sensual sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “I take great pride in my work, but this is purely personal. I wanted to see you, to get to know you better.”
I felt a surge of boldness, fueled by the moonlit atmosphere and the promise of adventure. “And what do you hope to discover, Martin?”
He took a step closer, his body now mere inches from mine. “I want to explore your desires, Sharon. I want to pleasure you in ways you’ve never experienced before.”
His words were like a match to the kindling of my desire. I knew I shouldn’t be so forward, but something about Martin made me want to throw caution to the wind.
“And what makes you think I’d let you do that, Martin?” I asked, my voice laced with a challenge.
A mischievous smile played on his lips. “Because I can see the hunger in your eyes, Sharon. You want to be taken on a journey of pleasure, and I intend to be your guide.”
His confidence was intoxicating. I felt my resolve melting away, replaced by a raw, primal urge. I wanted to surrender to this man, to let him unleash the passions I had kept hidden for so long.
“Then show me, Martin,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. “Take me on that journey.”
Martin’s hands reached out, gently grasping my waist, and he pulled me close. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, a tangible reminder of the passion that was about to unfold.
“I want to taste you, Sharon,” he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. “I want to explore every inch of your body with my tongue.”
His words sent a wave of anticipation through me. I had always been a woman who enjoyed the art of seduction, and Martin’s approach was a perfect blend of boldness and sensuality.
“Then take what you want, Martin,” I said, my voice breathless. “I’m all yours.”
With that, he lowered me onto the soft grass, his strong hands caressing my body, exploring every curve and crevice. He kissed me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine, igniting a fire within me. I could feel his desire, his need to possess me, and it only fueled my own hunger.
Martin’s lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites. He unknotted my robe, revealing my naked body to the moonlight. I felt exposed yet empowered, knowing that this man desired me so intensely.
His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, inviting him to take more, to explore every inch of my skin.
“You’re so beautiful, Sharon,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
I moaned as his lips found my sensitive nipples, sucking and teasing them until I was writhing beneath him. His hands traveled down my body, caressing my thighs, inching closer to the core of my desire.
“Please, Martin,” I begged, my voice laced with desperation. “I need you.”
He smiled against my skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. “I’m going to make you beg for more, Sharon. I’m going to drive you wild.”
With that, he parted my thighs, his fingers gently brushing against my wetness. I was already soaked, my body yearning for his touch. He teased my clit, his fingers circling, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me insane.
“Oh, God, Martin,” I cried out, my hips thrusting against his hand. “Don’t stop, please.”
He chuckled, the sound filled with satisfaction. “I’m just getting started, my beautiful Sharon. I want to hear you scream my name.”
His fingers plunged into my wetness, filling me with a sensation that bordered on pain and pleasure. He thrust in and out, his pace increasing as my moans grew louder. I was on the brink of orgasm, my body trembling with anticipation.
“Martin, I’m going to…” I gasped, unable to finish my sentence as a wave of pleasure washed over me.
“Let go, Sharon,” he urged, his fingers working their magic. “Come for me.”
His words were the final push I needed. I arched my back, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. I screamed his name, my voice echoing through the night, a testament to the pleasure he had unleashed.
Martin didn’t stop, continuing to stroke and tease me through the waves of my climax. I was lost in a sea of sensations, my body quivering with aftershocks. When I finally came down from my peak, I was left breathless and utterly satisfied.
Martin leaned over me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That was just the beginning, Sharon. I plan to make your stay here unforgettable.”
I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for me, Martin.”
He kissed me softly, his lips lingering on mine. “The night is young, and so are our desires. Let’s explore them together.”
As we lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, I knew this vacation would be unlike any other. Martin had ignited a flame within me, and I was eager to see where this journey of pleasure would take us next.
The moonlit garden had become our playground, and I couldn’t wait to discover what the rest of The Royal Chateaux had in store for us. This was just the beginning of an erotic adventure that would push the boundaries of my desires and leave me forever changed.
Stranger From The Train
Recently I had to go to Toronto for the day and I went by train. I was seated next to a very handsome man and we chatted all the way there and got along very well, I found him not only charming, but was attracted to him and was sorry when the train got in that our little visit was over. I didn’t think I’d see him again. I went about my appointments I had in town and had grossly misjudged the time I would need and I had to kill five hours at the train station waiting for my return train home.
I’d worn some very sexy stiletto heels and although they looked great, I was in no condition in them to walk around to shop or sight see. My feet were not going to take it. I had just sat down and saw the handsome man from the morning, he sat down beside me and said he’d had to change his ticket and stay the night in town, his business meeting had been extended and they needed him the next day as well. I told him about my having to wait five hours for my train and he said he was staying right across the street from Union Station at the beautiful Royal York Hotel and wouldn’t I be a lot more comfortable waiting and chatting in his room and have lunch with him before returning home? I couldn’t say no.
We walked across the street and went up to his room, the entire hotel is beyond gorgeous, as was his room. He called down for room service and it was there in no time flat and we had a wonderful lunch and even more wonderful conversation. It was no secret I was attracted to him, and the feeling was mutual. He leaned over and kissed me and I loved the way he kissed and smelled. Needless to say, it didn’t take us long to fall into his king sized bed in that beautiful room.
He peeled my clothes off and I his, as we caressed each other and he had the most wonderful hands that touched my pussy just how I liked to be touched and he easily made me cum. He then kissed his way down my body and licked my already wet pussy and tickled my clit as he flickered his tongue all over it and I was grabbing his hair in my hand and pushing him just where I wanted him to go and again, I was soon pushed over the edge into another orgasm.
He had certainly ensured I was already pleased and primed before he even got that large cock into me. He asked me if I’d ride him and I didn’t need to be asked twice. I straddled him and easily slid down onto his girthy cock and rotated my hips so my clit was grinding against his cock. My tits were bouncing and he grabbed my breasts and rubbed my nipples with his thumbs. I kept bucking against him until I came a third time and I felt his cock go off inside of me and we just lay there, panting and spent. I showered and freshened up and we had another drink and soon it was time for me to go catch my train back home. I was sure glad I’d overestimated the time I’d need, since I spent the day doing many naughty and fun things with the handsome stranger from the train.
Sex In A Hotel
I don’t have to go on any business trips often, but sometimes I do to meet with company owners that might be interested in my writing or voice over services. Not all meetings are just over the phone or by email, some clients, especially higher end ones are wanting a face to face meeting. A couple of times a year I do have to go out of town overnight or for a weekend to meet with a potential client and I then have to of course stay in a hotel. I’ve had some very interesting experiences in hotels over the years, many times with staff that either brought things to my room, or a manager I got to talking to and things took off from there.
Last week I had to stay overnight at a hotel a couple of hours away, and after my business meeting I went back to my room and there was a complimentary bottle of champagne and some roses. I opened the card and it was from the manager and I called the number on the bottom of the business card to thank him and he said he was still in his office and would I mind if he stopped by and said goodnight before he left for the evening? I said of course, come right up, and he was there in a few moments. I invited him in when he knocked and he said he’d noticed me the moment I walked into the lobby and he thought I was a very beautiful woman, I was very flattered and thanked him for the compliment.
I asked if he’d like a glass of the champagne and he accepted. Fast forward an hour and the champagne was gone and he was kissing me. He was an attractive man in his mid thirties and the smell of his aftershave was intoxicating and I couldn’t stop kissing and touching him. We were soon nude and in bed and making passionate love for several hours, on the bed, in front of the high rise window, it was quite a magical evening. He called down for a lovely meal to be sent up and we had a veritable feast after we’d worked up such an appetite fucking all night. It was nearly dawn when he left and I showered and got dressed on no sleep to go home, but it was worth it. I need to go to hotels more often!
Dessert Before Dinner
I went away for a weekend recently and the first night I was away, I got in fairly late and didn’t feel like going down to the hotel dining room, so I got something sent up from room service and you wouldn’t have believed the handsome young kid that delivered it. He was just turned 18, his father was the hotel manager and had gotten him the job. He looked just like someone I’d known years ago and always had the hots for and I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I came onto him as soon as he rolled the little cart in the door.
I was wearing a robe after getting out of the shower and I sat on the bed and spread my legs so he got a look at my freshly shaved pussy and his cock sprung to life as soon as I did that, that was the idea obviously! I opened my robe and displayed myself to this teenage boy and his eyes widened as he took me in. He walked over to the edge of the bed and I unbuckled his belt and took out his hard cock and started stroking it as I looked into his eyes. I started licking the tip, teasing him and driving him wild, his breath getting deeper and harder as I took his shaft in my mouth and deep throated it as he fondled my breasts and pinched my nipples.
I pulled him down onto me and he kissed me passionately as I tugged his clothes off quickly, I wanted that young dick inside of me, all the way up to his young balls, and a moment later I got my wish. He sank into me and I wrapped my legs around him as he pumped that hard, young cock inside my bare pussy. Fuck he was hard as a rock, and that thick young cock spread me open as he got ready to blow inside of me as I came around his cock. Needless to say, my dinner was cold and delayed by the time I got to it, this night I got dessert before dinner…..
