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.
The Clients Gift
A client of mine recently wanted to buy me a gift basket. He said that was more personal than some Amazon gift certificate, which would have been the easiest thing to do for sure. So he had me pick a few baskets and then he chose the one to send, so I chose a chocolates gift basket, since I adore chocolates. So the next day there’s a knock at the door and it’s the delivery guy with the gift basket is there and it’s huge, I never expected such a large and beautiful gift basket! They guy delivering it is gorgeous as well.
I invite him in to put it down and he’s so handsome I cannot stop staring at him and ask him if he’d like a hot drink, since it’s pretty cold out this evening, his last delivery of the day. He gratefully accepts and I make him a hot chocolate, and we sit down and I tell him a nice client wanted me to have this lovely gift basket. I open the gift basket and there’s a small pot of chocolate body paint inside and I smile and open it and place a dab on the delivery guys mouth and lean down and kiss it off.
Soon we are soon fucking on the kitchen table with chocolate smeared all over us. This gift basket sure turned out to be one hot idea. I slathered his large cock with the chocolate body paint and just lick off every inch of it before he plunges that sweet cock into my cunt. His cock stretches my pussy open as he eases it into me. I grasp his butt cheeks to pull him in even deeper into me and the table is bumping against the wall with every thrust and we fuck until we are both spent and exhausted. I later tell my client what happened and he said he’s glad his gift not only satisfied my sweet tooth, but also brought me some hot sex as well.
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 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.
I’m Watching You
There is a man that lives down the street I’ve seen watching me. When I unload the groceries, or walk to the mailbox at the end of the driveway, or do gardening. I’ve seen him peer from behind his curtains at me and I thought it was a bit odd, but he never bothered me or anything. Last week though I came in late and I had my arms full of bags from shopping and I was distracted and I forgot to lock the door behind me when I came in the house. I went about my evening and went upstairs and had a bubble bath before getting into bed to read for a while.
I turned off the light and started to fall asleep, but soon heard footsteps coming up my stairs and I was afraid. My bedroom door opened and I sat up in bed and reached for my phone when I heard a mans voice say, “Don’t.” The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. He came over to the bed and pushed me back and climbed on top of me. The moonlight coming through the window didn’t give me enough light to see who it was.
He wasn’t rough, he said he had to have me. He kissed me and touched my bare breast under the covers and I soon felt my legs being pushed open, yet for some reason I didn’t resist him. I was afraid and yet inexplicably becoming aroused by who, I had no idea. He unzipped his pants and was soon inside me with his cock and fucking me. I was afraid, yet he was not hurting me and was in fact giving me pleasure as he fucked me. I new this wasn’t right, this intruder was in essence taking me against my will, yet I didn’t want him to stop. He fucked me and I could feel an orgasm welling up inside of me and I was determined for him not to know I was going to cum, but I did, and even though I bit my lip to make no noise, he could feel the contractions of my orgasming cunt around his dick and he laughed and asked me if I’d enjoyed it. I didn’t answer him. He continued to fuck me until he blew his load inside of me and he then got up off me and off the bed and when he stood near the window I could see his face finally, but I had a feeling that’s who it was. He walked out and I heard the door close as he left. I laid back down and went over the unexpected events in my mind before falling off to sleep.
