The Hotel Ch. 10

As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing.

Chapter 10 - DAY SIX: HOTTER AND HOTTER

Babs and Sonia...

"Okay, I've got rid of the men," Babs said, her lips curling in a smile.

Sonia had just arrived in the breakfast area. Babs had telephoned her room earlier, suggesting she make an excuse and wait for ten minutes after Simon left the room before venturing down to meet her.

"What? How?" the redhead asked, pausing at the front of the table.

Babs nodded at the vacant seat opposite her and Sonia sat down, her wide eyes staring at her friend.

"Babs," Sonia gasped, an urgent note in her voice. "What's happened?"

Her lover laughed, reaching across and taking Sonia's hand. Her thumb began to stroke along the soft flesh until Sonia pulled her hand away, her head jerking around in case they were seen.

Babs laughed again and rested her arm on the vacant seat beside her.

"Well," she responded, her voice a little colder now. "I can't quite get to the bottom of it, but I'm pretty sure I'm right about those two. I quizzed Barry last night and he was evasive."

Her eyes shot up and she nodded knowingly at Sonia.

"Believe me, with Barry that can only mean one thing. So I threw in that trollop's name he was dancing with, Helena, and that hit the nail right on the head!"

"He told you?" asked Sonia, her gold-flecked eyes displaying her shock.

"No, of course he didn't. That's how I know he did!"

Sonia shook her pretty head, putting her hands to her forehead.

"Then I threw in Simon's name," Babs added, her eyebrows rising again.

"And...?"

"The same evasiveness! Believe me, they were both involved."

She paused.

"The funny thing is, when I also mentioned Leo, he said that he hadn't seen him after Lisa was with Loncraine."

"Another lie?" asked Sonia.

"No, I got a straightforward answer, so that bit is true."

Sonia shook her head, still not quite following. "Babs..."

"So I confronted them both at breakfast," Babs said. "I told them I'd been speaking to Helena."

Babs shook her head before Sonia could ask the question. "No, Sonia I haven't spoken to her. But their reaction told me everything I needed to know."

"Barry confessed?"

"No, he's too fly that one, though you should have seen his face." She laughed, but then her eyes softened. "It was Simon!"

"What about Simon?" Sonia rasped.

"He asked if you knew!"

"The bastard," Sonia spat. "The bastard!"

Babs nodded. "That about sums it up!"

She reached over and took Sonia's hand again. This time Sonia made no effort to stop the stroking thumb.

"But here's the thing," Babs confided. "I said you weren't aware, but told the two of them to fuck off for the day. I said that you and I were going to have a day of beauty therapy in our rooms and if they appeared back before late afternoon, I'd tell you everything."

Babs looked into her friend's eyes. There was a mixture of concern combined with a sparkle of arousal. She gave Sonia time to think.

"Well, Babs," Sonia finally said, running her other hand through her red hair. "A day of beauty treatment sounds a reasonable reward."

Babs threw her head back, giving out a loud guffaw.

"Beauty treatment be damned!" she exclaimed. "Seeing that you and Simon are flying out early tomorrow, you and I have a full day of fucking ahead of us, babe."

*

Gary and Toni...

Gary was sitting by the pool when Toni walked across towards him. He had wondered where she had been all morning, she was usually sunbathing at the first opportunity. She looked sensational in her small, cream bikini and thought it strange that until Tommy had suggested the bet, he had not paid more attention to her quite incredible figure.

"Hi," he grinned. "Have Tommy and Gina gone?"

"Half an hour ago," she answered.

"You okay?"

"I'm really good," she answered, stretching.

Gary's eyes ran over her honey-tanned body, drawn to the firm, rounded breasts that stood erect as she arched her body backwards.

"I think every man in the area probably has a hard-on now," he casually told her, raising both eyebrows.

She laughed. "Well, that's good. A bit like my good deed for the day. What about you?"

"My good deed?"

"No... your hard-on," she exclaimed, a cheeky smile lighting up her face.

"Toni!" he exclaimed. "What have you had for breakfast?"

She laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I kept you a space," he said, nodding to the towel beside his.

"Thank you," she softly said, smiling down at him. "But I wasn't planning on staying by the pool."

"No?"

"It wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"

He frowned. "Why not? Too hot?"

"Oh, definitely too hot," she declared. "Much too hot! What would all these men do with their hard-ons if they saw you sketching me in the nude?"

He looked at her in surprise.

"You seem a bit slow this morning," she purred. "Must have been something you had for breakfast?"

*

Tommy and Gina...

This was perfect, Tommy thought. He had suggested that they take a day trip to the local town and somehow Gary had persuaded Toni to turn the opportunity down, whilst Gina had said that she would like to go. So for the second successive day they 'swapped' girlfriends and after the events of yesterday, he was sure that Gina's resistance was gradually being broken.

And as he knew that Gary would not be able to make much progress with Toni, his entire thoughts were on his intended seduction.

The morning passed uneventfully however, a gentle stroll around the harbour followed by a quaint ride in a pony and trap. Whenever he attempted to bring the conversation around to the events on the beach Toni neatly side stepped, and by the time they stopped at a local restaurant for lunch, he was feeling frustrated, to say the least.

The cute little waitress led them up a flight of stairs, down a narrow hallway and into a small room that hosted several empty tables table. It did not take long for the girl to return with the bottle of wine ordered by Tommy and shortly afterwards she took their orders.

"Not much atmosphere," Tommy said as he gazed around the empty room, "But nice and private."

Toni smiled at him and held up her glass.

"To us," Tommy said, smiling as he gently clinked his glass against hers.

"About yesterday..." Toni began.

"Ah, at last you want to talk about it," he interrupted.

Her glare stopped him in his tracks.

"Tommy, that was so wrong."

"I know," he responded with a smile. "That's what made it so delicious."

She shook her head, her soft blue eyes looking doleful.

"Gina," he said. "I can't help being attracted to you. And from what I can tell, you feel the same."

"Perhaps," she responded. "But that's not the point, is it?"

"Then what is?"

"What is? Responsibility, you young moron!"

"Young moron?" he exclaimed. "A compliment! Thank you very much!"

She could not help but laugh with him and he moved his chair towards hers and gently ran his fingertips along her arm, over her elbow and then up her soft bicep to her shoulder. Her eyes closed while he touched over the straps of her thin top until he was gently caressing the tender nape of her neck. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and when he stroked her earlobe she moaned deeply.

"Nice?" he asked.

"Very," she purred, sighing softly.

With her eyes closed she did not see his head tip towards her face, all she felt was his fingers continue with their soft, sensual stroking. Suddenly, she felt his lips against her neck and she moaned softly, easing her head back to allow him better access.

He whispered, "You are so beautiful, Gina."

As he spoke, his fingers slid from her neck, downwards to the curve of breast above her halter top and slowly onto the rise of her majestic right orb. She knew she should immediately stop this but his lips nibbling along her neck were creating a sensational effect and she allowed his hand slide further inside the halter top. For a moment he held her deliciously jutting breast, teasing the erect tip through the material of her brassiere.

"Tommy...that's...." she began.

"So good?" he continued for her, but the footsteps along the hallway made him pull quickly away.

The cute little waitress appeared with their meals, and for a while they ate in silence until Gina pushed her plate of half eaten food away from her.

"I'm not hungry," she softly said, her blue eyes boring into his.

"Me neither," he replied.

After a few silent seconds during which they looked into each other's eyes, Tommy snaked his hand to Gina's neck and pulled her face to his. His mouth immediately found her sensuous full bow-like lips and he sighed softly to himself as they opened to allow his tongue access. He decided he should take things slowly so as not to scare her but found that she became the aggressor, her breasts pressing tightly against his arm as she kissed and licked around his lips before her tongue slithered back into his mouth.

He caressed her breast again, feeling the beautiful shape and weight of it in the palm of his hand, his thumb flicking over the hard nipple. He heard her moan into his mouth and brought his left hand to her other breast, cupping them both and gently kneading the beautiful orbs as she ran a hand up and into his hair, pulling his face closer to hers.

Feeling her acquiescence, he immediately slid up her top to expose her sheer, white brassiere and then yanked both cups up, exposing her delicious freckled breasts to his gaze. She gasped aloud as they bounced free and moaned again as his lips sought out her dark nipples, alternately sucking each into his mouth.

"Someone might come in," she gasped, her head jerking round to the door.

"We'll hear their footsteps," he growled, his lustful state dismissing her concern.

One hand left her breast and took her hand, pulling it against his rigid erection. For a glorious few seconds she stroked him through the cloth of his shorts, sending shockwaves from his penis to his brain and back again. But then she pulled her hand away.

"I can't," she gasped.

She jerked her brassiere cups down to cover heself and then gently smoothed the halter top back in place.

"Please don't be angry," she whispered, her eyes pleading.

"I'm not," he smiled.

Despite her move to cover herself, he could feel her need and was determined to press her resolve to the limit. His hands dropped to her tanned thighs and whilst he held her gaze, he eased her legs apart.

"Tommy," she whimpered. "Don't..."

He ignored her and ran his hands along the bare flesh of her thigh and then across the cloth of her tight shorts, his eyes still holding hers. He saw them open a little wider as his fingers pressed into her covered sex and she gave a loud gasp as he stroked her through the cloth.

"No, Tommy," she gasped, but at the same time he felt her legs open to his touch.

"God I want to fuck you," he whispered, staring into blue eyes that were half closing in pleasure at the gentle contact.

"I know," she gasped, "but we can't."

He unzipped the fly of her shorts and with a little difficulty, wriggled his hand inside. Her thong was wet, allowing him to better feel her mound as he very deliberately rubbed his fingers against her.

Only then did she tear her eyes away from his, her head momentarily sinking against his neck before her soft lips grazed against his ear. He could hear her sharp gasps of arousal as she licked at and bit his lobe, wriggling her hips now against his probing fingers.

"Tommy," she gasped.

"That good, Gina?" he asked, knowing the answer.

The tongue sinking deep into his earlobe answered for her. Suddenly he found a way under the material of her thong and she felt two fingers slip inside her.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, her hips now rotating on the twin invaders. "Oh fuck..."

Her bottom was lifting from the chair as she approached her orgasm, undulating up and down and then in little circular motions.

"Want me to stop now?" he teased.

"Don't you fucking dare," she responded.

He brushed his probing fingers over the beautiful blonde haired woman's G-spot and her hip movements increased as he did, thrusting rhythmically against his hand. She was moaning aloud, so close to losing control and he wondered if they could stop if they heard footsteps approach.

"That's so fucking good, Tommy" she gasped. "Oh God... I'm going to cum, baby."

Her hips were now gyrating urgently as his eager-to-please fingertips continued to tease her swollen G-spot. As she thrust herself against him, she whimpered with agonised relief as she passed the point of no return. Her body convulsed against him as her orgasm overtook her, and he needed to cover her mouth with his spare hand to prevent an anguished cry escaping.

*

Gary and Toni...

After debating the most appropriate setting, they ruled out the beach as it would be difficult to select a sufficiently secluded spot for the length of time they needed. Toni felt nervous as to searching for other outdoor possibilities, which left a choice of either of their bedrooms. As they had adjoining rooms, the decision was almost irrelevant, but Toni suggested they use Gary's but keeping the door between the two rooms unlocked in case Tommy and Gina should return earlier than expected.

"How do you want me?" she asked, looking around the room.

"Why don't you decide," he suggested.

"Me?"

"Yes. Any pose will be good with someone as lovely as you..."

She raised her eyes to the ceiling and gave a mock yawn.

"Cheesy perhaps, but true," he stated, looking into her green eyes and being rewarded with a soft smile.

"So you can choose something that will make you feel relaxed," he suggested. "Or even better, something sexy."

She continued to stare at him whilst she thought.

"Okay," she finally said.

She sashayed across to the double bed but suddenly turned back to face him, catching his eyes as they followed her rounded buttocks. She smiled, drawing his gaze back to hers, and when she had his attention, she slid her hand around her back and unhooked her bikini top. She allowed a few seconds to pass whilst she held the cups to her breasts before allowing the top to drop to the floor.

He gasped in admiration as he gazed on her rounded, lightly tanned globes, her high dark nipples fully erect.

"Good reaction," she purred.

When he returned his eyes to meet hers, she slipped her hands to the string on each side of her bikini, again holding his gaze as she unfastened one side and then the other. She slowly dropped the garment beside her top on the floor, exposing her neatly trimmed bush of curly light brown pubic hair to his admiring gaze.

His mouth dropped open as he took in her honey-tanned body. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined," he whispered.

She smiled softly, appreciating the compliment.

"If I lie on the bed, where will you sit to sketch me?" she asked

He thought for a second. "If you sat up..."

"No," she respoonded. "If said, if I lie on the bed?"

"Oh. Well in that case, I'd probably stand."

She nodded. "Okay."

She turned around, displaying her shapely buttocks to his gaze again, and eased herself on the bed. After thinking for a few moments, she lay down on her back, holding her hands above her and gripping on to the iron part of the headboard, as if her hands were tied. Then she bent her left leg whilst stretching the other one out, easing them apart to expose her thick bush of curly hair.

He couldn't help himself. "You look like you want to be fucked."

She smiled softly at him, the ends of her beautifully full lips curling up at the edges.

"Good," she said. "It's how I want you to sketch me."

He nodded, his throat constricting as he stared at her. She looked like every man's wet dream. His penis was already unfurling inside his shorts as he turned to the chest of drawers and pulled out his sketch pad and a couple of pencils. He allowed himself a deep sigh as his gaze returned to her naked form.

"Okay," he breathed, beginning to put pencil to paper. "Are you ready?"

She shook her head. Slowly, deliberately.

"No?" he asked.

"Our agreement," she whispered.

He understood.

He held the pad and pencils in one hand whilst he unfastened and then unzipped his shorts with the other. They fell to the ground, his erection leaping into the air. Her green eyes clouded as they took in his throbbing hardness and she ran her moist tongue across her pink lips as she stared at his manhood. It was much larger than that of her boyfriend.

"Now that would make a good self portrait," she husked. "I'm ready now."

He knew that he should have felt embarrassed but he felt anything but. He was happy for her to see the effect she had on him and exchanged smiles with her as he began to sketch. He took his time drawing in her body shape, her face and hair, ensuring that he captured every detail before moving onto her magnificent breasts and then the beautiful vision between her long legs.

Every time he felt his hardness begin to wilt, he just paused for a few seconds whilst his eyes took in the entirety of her honey-tanned body, always returning to the fabulously, sensual, dreamy look between her eyes. They were constantly clouded, sometimes closed, and he frequently heard her emit small moaning sounds, as if in her mind she truly was being fucked. He wondered if it was him that she was imaging to be inside her, and that thought kept him hard.

After a long period of silence, he heard her speak.

"How long have you been sketching?"

He looked over at the lit up clock on the bedside table. "Over an hour."

"How long before you finish?"

"Another hour," he told her.

"That's a long time to be standing," she suggested.

He grinned. "Well, my legs are a little tired."

"It wasn't your legs I was referring to," she purred.

His manhood jerked at her words.

"Wow, Gary. That was impressive," she teased. "How did you do that?"

He gave a nervous grin. He would give anything to join her on that bed.

"I didn't," he said. "You did!"

"That's good," she purred in reply. "I need a drink."

He looked around, and then walked over to the bottle of water in the table in the corner of the room. His penis bounced in front of him as he covered the distance, and he poured a glass full and took it over to the bed.

She made no move to readjust her position and so he carefully held the glass to her lips whilst she took a few sips. Because of the full glass, some spilled from her mouth and fell down her chin. They both watched as it slowly and erotically made its way down and onto her breast, settling against her erect, dark nipple. Their eyes met and it seemed that she gave a slight nod of her head in silent acquiescence.

He lowered his head and licked the water from her neck, his tongue following the trail down onto her full breast. He sucked on her nipple, pulling it into his mouth as she moaned aloud but made no move to alter her position. His mouth slithered to her other breast, repeating his sucking, both hands now running up her stomach to cup both breasts, eliciting further groans of pleasure.

"Gary," she gasped, her breath hoarse. "Sit on me."

His eyes widened and he immediately obeyed, but whereas he began to position himself between her legs, she shook her head.

"Higher," she said, encouraging him to edge up her body, and then she repeated the instruction until he knew what she had in mind.

She made no effort to touch him, her legs remaining outstretched and her hands in position as if tied to the headboard. His manhood approached her pouting mouth and he adjusted the angle of his body so that she could take him between her beautiful pink lips.