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.
A Christmas Carriage Ride
My boyfriend gave mea special treat this past weekend, he booked one of the carriage rides through the park for us. I have always loved going on them, though I’ve only been on a few in my life, but they are so romantic and charming. We had a nice, big blanket over us and the driver was paying attention to the steering of the carriage, so we had plenty of privacy and I was feeling romantic and it didn’t take long for me to begin tostroke my boyfriend’s cock under the blanket. We were kissing and wrapped all around each other, it was so sweet and romantic.
The bells that were on the horse’s harness made a nice Christmasy sound as he galloped around the park and the snow covered trees were so beautiful. I soon felt my boyfriend’s hand slip up under my skirt, as well and he was teasing me through my panties and I was getting wet. I spread my legs open further to give him better access to my pussy , and I could feel him touching my clit, so warm and so wet and so stiff. The driver was only a few feet in front of us and he hadn’t a clue what was going on, though I doubt it would be the first time a couple was getting naughty while on a carriage ride!
We were touching each other under the blanket, trying to keep quiet so the driver wouldn’t suspect anything, it was naughty and sweet at the same time. I could feel him cum on my hand, and he sped up the rubbing of my clit and I soon came as well. I bit my lip to keep from crying out and a few more turns around the park and the ride was over, it had been wonderfully romantic, I just loved it.
Sex In The Country
This weekend I went looking for the perfect pumpkin at a farm just on the outskirts of town. Some friends had told me what a lovely little farm it was and they’d gotten themselves some pumpkins to decorate the front of their own home with and they knew I’d be happy with the selections. I went out there and it was a lovely property, all done up for fall with scarecrows and pumpkins and gourds, bats and witches. A very handsome man came over to me and said it was his farm and could he help me with anything. I said I’d come to get around a dozen pumpkins to decorate my porch with and could he help me get some really nice ones? He smiled and said he’d be happy to help me.
We loaded up my trunk and back seat and I paid for them and he asked me if I’d like a little tour of the property, his other farm hands were helping other customers, so I said I’d love to. We walked all over and I was very impressed. We stopped in the barn which was filled with fresh hay and sat down on some bales and talked for a while before he reached over and kissed me and I kissed him back. The day was beautiful, he was handsome, it just seemed right. I kissed him back and reached over and rubbed his cock through his jeans and it was already hard. He touched my breast through my blouse and my nipples were already erect.
We lay back on the hay bale and started to make out and I was getting so turned on. I pulled my skirt up and I heard him moan with approval at my pretty, bare pussy. I wasn’t wearing any panties .He climbed on top of me and slid his cock inside of me and we made love right there on the bale of hay. It was not planned, it was just one of those things that happens that will be a fond memory. I will go back there next year to buy my pumpkins, but it was likely a one time fun incident.
Sex In The Sand
With the nice weather here now, I enjoy going to the beach once in a while. While I am in Ontario and ones don’t think we have beaches here, we do. A place like Port Dover is right on the great lakes and can be a lovely place to spend the day enjoying the sun and the surf. I went there last weekend alone, just to get away, get some fresh air and relax. I’d packed a small picnic lunch for myself and set up my towel and sun umbrella and radio and was just looking out at the water.
It wasn’t long until I noticed a very handsome young college age boy sitting not too far away and he seemed to be looking over at me and I was certainly checking him out. My bikini attracted him at first I guess, what young man, or any man, doesn’t love a woman in a bikini? We exchanged glances for hours and as the day wore on, he came over and introduced himself, most of the other people on this area of the beach had left for the day and it was deserted. I asked him to sit down next to me. He did and we struck up a conversation that soon turned sexual.
He was as attracted to me as I was to him and he leaned over and kissed me and I kissed him back passionately. I felt kind of a slut making out with a guy I’d just met, but there was no denying the attraction to one another. He reached underneath me and undid my bikini top and I let him take it off, the bottoms soon followed along with his swim trunks. He climbed on top of me and thrust his cock into my pussy and we began to fuck there in the sand, he squeezed my breasts and I his ass cheeks and it wasn’t long until I came from his thrusts, his cock rubbing right against my clit and of course when I came he soon emptied himself inside of me and we were laying there as the sun went down laying next to one another. We only knew each other’s first name and that was ok. I really need to get to the beach more often, it was a lot more fun than I remembered it!
Sexy Fun Outdoors
The great outdoors, what could be more natural. Now that the warmer weather is here, many couples and people individually, are moving their sexy fun outdoors. One of my more memorable masturbation sessions I ever had was outdoors in my teens with a garden hose using it like the shower massager on my clit. It was dark, but it was a front lawn, not well protected, it could have ended badly in many ways. Some callers have absolutely called from their backyards while on their decks masturbating.
I’m actually having a deck built this summer and one of the first things I thought of was how I’d like to masturbate out there, my luck I’d likely get a mosquito bite on my pussy. Lord knows I’ve gotten countless ones on my ass from going outside with no underwear on and something flying up my skirt, my thighs and ass cheeks have been well bitten with dime sized bites many times, so I don’t want to temp anything. I’ve thought of having phone sex out on my deck, but I’m so loud when I cum, it would be like some sort of neighborhood mating cry. I’m hardly in a secluded country area where I could let loose and sound as loud as I want!
My bed’s just too comfortable, I like will pass on the deck masturbation, but it’s run through my mind, for sure. Some couples love to indulge in outdoor sexual adventures in the warmer weather and make love in the sun, the dark, some even have a fetish for fucking during thunderstorms! It takes all kinds without a doubt, and I’m sure many randy camping trips will take place over the coming months. I’m not one for roughing it, that’s just not me. The allure of the sun on your skin, the breeze on your ass, some find that very enticing. Some cultures forbid outdoor sex, and they believe it will ruin the crop yields…lol.
