A SPA WEEKEND FOR ONE, and
written by:
The Huntsman

A Spa Weekend For One, and... By: The Huntsman

Copyright - 2010 All Rights Reserved.

After expanding her views on dependent relationships, Lisa has been convinced that she needs some time to herself, to go and have some fun. She finds that a "Spa Weekend For One" has more to offer than she imagined.

Bill on the other hand was hoping to get more than a single night from his mystery woman, but what a night it was. He had no idea why Lisa had exercised such control over his actions, yet he went along with her direction, only to be disappointed to find her gone the next morning.

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We catch up with Bill late in the day after he and Lisa had their hot sexy romp.

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Since noticing Lisa on his train months ago, Bill had fantasized that they would get together, have sex and then wake in each other's arms, spending the next day together, and who knows what beyond that. Most of that fantasy had become reality last night. Yet here he was alone, after the most agonizing day that he could remember.

The agony that Bill had endured stemmed from his repeated efforts to understand the type of sex that he and Lisa had shared. He was prepared for casual sex, but what they shared was anything but casual, he thought they had connected on some higher level, yet when he woke she was gone. And while it had ended fabulously, the experience had been frustrating at times, and at times downright excruciating.

His thoughts had been focused on little else over the weekend. And each time he tried to understand, he found himself reliving the event just as it had happened. But not only that, his thoughts brought about the same sense of arousal that he had experienced while Lisa tormented him, along with the recurring sense of frustration. Obviously, he enjoyed the experience, but needed to be able to make sense of it all, finding it difficult to accept that she had left without even leaving her number.

Despite becoming aroused over his thought, he would not use masturbation to relieve his condition, hoping to soon have the opportunity to be with Lisa again. Yet, the results were more exhausting than the actions that he was avoiding. He was tired and horny, and couldn't get Lisa out of his head.

Will I ever be able to sleep again? His thoughts vacant of reasoning, and then, Fuck, I gotta stop thinking about her!

Rather than satisfying his desires, his Friday night with Lisa had only made him more obsessed with her. Two days later he had barely slept, let alone leave the house. He was so smitten with her, that his only comfort was knowing that he would see her tomorrow, but that rather than being strangers, they would now be more than that, and he would be able to talk to her, and earn that Penny For His Thoughts". ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

With the weekend behind him, Bill was making his Monday morning commute. He was not the relaxed guy that he had been the week earlier. When the train rolled up to Lisa's stop, he scanned the crowded platform, looking for her. The doors slid open; he sat forward, and looked through the people filing into the car. But to his utter disappointment, Lisa did not appear.

Slumping back into his seat, Bill sat quietly, peering blankly to the floor. It wasn't that he thought they were a couple -- he wasn't that delusional -- but he certainly wanted more than just one night with her. After all, he had been obsessing for weeks.

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Now as a divorced woman turning fifty, Lisa's view on sex and relationships was changing, largely brought on by time spent with her good friends, Sue and Ron. While this past week had been hectic with preparations for their store opening, her business partner had helped her to experience a sexual awakening, so to speak.

Not long ago, Lisa could have barely imagined being with another man, let alone experiencing sex with a woman, and never could have she thought she would be involved in a threesome. Those experiences helped her to realize that perhaps, there was not so much to fear with involving another man in her life. Specifically, the young man that she had met on the train, Bill.

With all of the extra work involved with getting the second store ready, Lisa and Sue had worked through most of the previous weekend. In fact rather than returning to her place, Lisa had spent four nights with Sue and Ron, packing in as much sex as her pussy could handle before taking a much deserved break.

By Wednesday evening, the business partners were content that everything was in place to open on schedule. Following Sue's advice, Lisa had booked herself into a spa for the weekend. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Lisa had visited this hotel/spa many times over the years, both with her husband and her daughters. Lisa had always enjoyed her stays in the past, recalling how relaxed she felt from the mineral waters.

Normally when she and Rick had come to stay, they were alone and typically on a romantic weekend, so she was a tad concerned that this visit may conjure up some old memories. Being alone did have some advantages, other than the potential memories; she would be free of all encumbrances, no one to worry about but herself, no one to please but herself. Despite being near exhausted, she was looking forward to it.

It was mid-afternoon on Thursday when she checked in. And although this was not her first stay, she was still impressed with the marble and granite entrance, and the large foyer with its two large fireplaces, each surrounded by a half dozen comfortable arm chairs. There was always one or more staff, bussing around ready and willing to help a guest.

The front desk clerk that greeted Lisa was a handsome young fellow, probably university age. He tapped at the keyboard, entering her name, and then turned to obtain key cards and the guest registration form. His name was Jason, indicated by his tag. He looked quite fetching in his corporate vest, and white shirt, and he wore a warm smile to accompany his jovial attitude.

While he had his back turned, Lisa allowed her eyes to roam over his athletic physique,

Mm, to be young again. She mused, as her eyes were drawn to his tight buttocks. Recalling Sue's advice, she thought, Now that could be fun!

"Here you are Miss Thomas," Jason began, catching her looking him over.

The reservation had been made without Lisa using the "Mrs." prefix, a detail she had purposely neglected.

Jason continued, "You're in suite-485, just take the elevator to the fourth floor," he said, as he gestured in the direction where she would find the elevator, and then continued,

"And then follow the corridor to the left and around the corner. Your room is poolside, overlooking the Atrium."

He handed her the registration form to sign, and then offered,

"If you need anything at all, just call the front desk, ask for me personally and I'll be sure to take care of you." He said, with a flirtatious grin.

"Thank you Jason," Lisa said, and then briefly fantasized of ways that he could take care of her.

After confirming her spa bookings, a bellhop came to assist Lisa. Once her bags were safely placed in her room, the young lad stood expectantly, waiting for his tip. Rick, Lisa's ex, had always taken care of such matters in the past. Normally a little frugal, she reluctantly handed him a five-dollar bill for his efforts. Even at that, she almost instantly felt cheap, and by his expression he thought so too.

I guess that wasn't' enough, I can make it up next time, she thought.

It had been a while since Lisa had taken any amount of time for herself, let alone a weekend at a spa. As soon as the young bellhop had left, she walked over and dropped herself onto the luxurious bed. Although she had come to the spa to relax, she suddenly found herself thinking back to her encounter with Bill.

She had purposely avoided the train all week, thus avoiding having to face Bill as well, but she was unable to avoid thinking of him now.

Realizing that she was obsessing she reminded herself why she was at the spa, Enough of that, I came to have some fun.

A rumble in her stomach interrupted her thoughts, reminding Lisa that she had skipped lunch. Rather than taking time now to lounge in her large private Jacuzzi, in which she planned on spending much of her weekend soaking and relaxing, for the immediate, her hunger beckoned her to the dinning lounge, thus leaving the Jacuzzi for later enjoyment.

During dinner, she considered her options for her evening entertainment, and decided that she was too tired to go out. Thus she would visit the mineral pools after she ate. Back in her room she stepped into the shower and rinsed before slipping on her outdated one-piece swimsuit. She took pause to look at herself in the mirror and she thought,

I'm not going to turn heads in this. Should have kept the bikini that Sue gave me, yet she covered up with her robe, and headed to the pool.

It was as though Lisa had forgotten how sexy she looked, or how desirable young Bill had found her. But really, she was just too exhausted to care how plain her swimsuit made her look.

When she arrived on deck, she slid into the warm water, practically unnoticed. The lack of attention gave her a sense of obscurity. The last time she slid into a hot tub, her friends had looked upon her with desire and lust, which led to four days of unforgettable sex, and also established a deep genuine bond between her and her friends.

The indoor portion of the mineral pool was large and spacious. The actual ground water from the hot springs is piped directly into the outdoor pool area, which maintains a temperature of about forty-one degrees Celsius all year round. There was a narrow channel that connected the outside pool to the much larger indoor pool. The water flowed from the hot tub area into the main pool, where it cooled somewhat but was still quite warm. Longing for some quiet relaxation, Lisa proceeded outside through the channel seeking the hot bubbling water.

For the next hour, groups of women and couples kept coming and going. She had endured several leering stares, which made her feel a little out of place; maybe it was just being alone, in any case the stares made her feel unwelcome. Bored and tired from her hectic week, Lisa decided to call it a night. Back in the room she curled up on the bed with a good book, and eventually fell asleep.

The next day started with a morning spa treatment; the pampering was thoroughly enjoyed. Some time later, still feeling refreshed, Lisa decided to walk downtown for a cappuccino, and visit some of the local shops.

Although shopping was one of Lisa's favourite things, she couldn't seem to find anything that appealed to her, and decided to make her way back for her afternoon massage.

Upon return to the hotel, she stopped at the front desk to see if there were any messages, and had a short chat with the same young man that had checked her in. Jason was definitely the flirty type, and was coming on to her as they spoke. Lisa thought it cute, but could not bring herself to take him seriously; after all he was about the same age as her own children.

Her afternoon massage was fantastic, and during the time she laid there, Lisa's mind again considered her entertainment options for the evening. Dinner and a Movie, and then maybe a little self indulgence? she thought, There is the Casino, or I could go back to the pool? Not satisfied with her swimsuit she didn't fancy doing that over.

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When Lisa did not board the train Monday morning; Bill's heart broke, if only a little. The following day, he went through the same anticipation, expecting to see her, and again was equally disappointed. That went on all week, and by Friday, he was worrying that things may not be as he had thought.

Perhaps Lisa was not really divorced after all, he thought, with a sense of sheer disappointment.

He was able to find some humour in it though,

I guess, having taken money for sex makes me a gigolo, he thought with a smile, as he considered the potential of such an idea, but only briefly.

He continued to focus on the fact that Lisa wore her wedding band, and began to consider that his earlier thought about marital state was accurate.

His attempts to reconcile his thoughts, led Bill to consider Lisa, as a memorable affair. He wanted to be free of the anguish, put his feelings for her aside, and just move on. Of course, that is easier said than done.

Bill's week had been one of the most tiring and difficult of his life. Although he thought his suffering was his own, his work associates had picked up on his less than jovial attitude.

Months earlier, when Becky had left to pursue the advancement of her career, he experienced little remorse; she was simply moving on with her life, and he with his. Something they both knew would happen from the start. But with Lisa, it was different. He had obsessed over her for a long time, and then they had this fabulous night together, and just like that, she was gone.

A whole week had passed, and on the next Friday evening, when Bill returned home, he found that he had received a letter from the same company that his old friend, Becky, worked for. He thought that it might be from her, and opened it before even putting down his keys. That glimmer of hope would carry Bill for the entire weekend.

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While sitting alone enjoying dinner at the hotel, Lisa made an observation, I can't believe how attractive the staff is here, and mostly young men, she thought. And it seemed that there were more female guests dining than male, and it appeared that the women were constantly flirting with the waiters.

Even knowing that the hotel's spa was a big attraction, Lisa was surprised. Maybe she just hadn't noticed before, given that most of her previous visits were made with her ex-husband. In any case she found herself amused by the dinning room antics.

Dinner was fabulous, and as it turned out, the waiters may have been the ones initiating the flirtatious behaviour that she had observed earlier. She herself had been talked into ordering the wine special, by her charming young waiter, and consumed the entire bottle. When she saw how much her tab was, she began to understand why the young men flirted with the women.

When departing the dining lounge, Lisa quickly realized that she had consumed more than enough wine with her meal. Feeling slightly tipsy did have a plus, which was -- making her more open to her evening entertainment options.

Upon returning to her suite, she decided to take another dip in the outdoor mineral pool. After a quick rinse, she stood admiring her body. Spending months at the gym had done wonders, restoring her lean fit build. Her legs looked sleek and toned, and although she didn't have chiselled abs, her stomach was flat, and her breasts looked as impressive as they had before children, which was remarkable considering that she had breastfed all three.

Not bad, for a woman turning fifty, she thought confidently.

Although content with her trim physique, she stood there looking at her naked body, and then to the swimsuit. Knowing her body didn't match the suit anymore, she resolved,

"This just won't do," She said as she contemplated the solution.

Tossing the suit aside, she took her robe from the bed, slung it over her still naked body, tied it, slipped her feet into a pair of the terry slippers, and headed down to the lobby.

Arriving in the gift shop a few minutes later, she went straight to the Bikini section, and began looking for her size. The attractive young sales woman came to her aid, and asked politely if she could be of assistance. Following Lisa's reply, the sales woman asked about her style preference: traditional bikini, string, halter, or thong.

"Not a thong, but not too conservative either," Lisa replied with a sly smirk.

"Would you mind showing me the suit that you're wearing now?" the sales lady asked, indicating that she wanted a basis of comparison.

Blushing, Lisa realized that in her exuberance, she had only wore her robe, and replied in a hushed tone, "Well you see, I am not actually wearing one."

Her confession made a sensation of nervous excitement wash over her entire body; she felt butterflies in her stomach, a tingle in her intimate regions, and the emergence of goose bumps over her flesh.

"So, something a bit risqué," the sales lady said in a saucy tone, nodding as if this was a common occurrence. "What size do you wear?" she added.

"Thirty-four C," Lisa stated proudly.

"Under wire support..."

Standing there nervously Lisa noticed that her skin had become increasingly sensitive. Even the lush softness of the terry robe felt exquisite against her naked flesh, and every time she turned or twisted the material seemed to caress her, producing a sensual state of arousal and airy confidence. Sure that the cause was simply her nakedness beneath the robe; she did her best to hide her condition.

"Not necessary," Lisa said confidently.

"Well it would help if I could see your shape," the sales woman suggested, as she bit her bottom lip.

After a brief hesitation, Lisa thought, Why not? And proceeded to untie her robe with one hand, while clutching the edges of the robe at her pelvis, with her other. She spread the lapels so the young woman could see her bust.

Surprised by the exhibition, the sales woman's eyes grew wide, as she admired the firm orbs displayed before her.

Lisa stood shamelessly, allowing her breasts to be ogled. The sense of pride derived caused her further arousal; her breasts felt plump, and her areolas tightened, as the young woman's gaze lingered a bit longer than necessary.

A few seconds later the clerk turned searching through the racks, and within a minute or so,

"Here, this should do," she said as she removed a skimpy suit from the rack. It was a black halter style top, with white accents, and a cheeky boy-styled bottom.

At first Lisa's expression seemed to suggest that she was unsure,

"Perhaps that suit would be more fashionable for someone younger," she said.

"Nonsense; with a body like that you can wear anything you like,"

The sales lady's reply increased Lisa's confidence and after a moment's consideration she was willing to give it a try.

The bikini was much more revealing than her old suit, but not quite as risque as the one that Sue had offered. Lisa eagerly took it and held the top to her chest, looking into the mirror, and as she did her robe fell open. Her excitement percolated, her sweet spicy aroma wafted upwards, revealing her state of arousal.

The astonished sales clerk gasped as she caught a glimpse of Lisa's clean-shaven slit, and then took a deep breath, drawing it through her nostrils. Her lips began to turn up, and her eyes became glazed, as she most certainly identified the aroma.

"Uh hmm..." The sales lady coughed quietly to get Lisa's attention, gesturing that she was on display.

Without even a hint of embarrassment Lisa calmly gathered and tied the sash to her robe. Content with the selection, Lisa happily charged the suit to her room and hurried back to change.

Alone, and back on the elevator, Lisa took the bottoms from the bag and stepped her feet through the leg openings and quickly pulled them in place. The band of material looked like her bottom was wrapped in ribbon, just so covering the essentials, the waistband resting on the upper area of her buttocks, barely concealing her butt cleavage.

The elevator's interior was shiny stainless steel, doubling as a mirror. Looking to her side, Lisa held her robe away; she could see her reflection and was assessing the sexiness of her firm looking ass. The material wrapped around her in a straight line revealing about one third of the bottom curve of her ass cheeks. Her lips turned up with a deliciously confident expression.

Lisa tied the halter strap and put it over her head, and just as she reached to connect the straps around her back, the elevator slowed and came to a stop. Believing that she could slip the "S" hook through the loop quickly, she made no attempt to close her robe. Luckily all of her essential womanly parts were covered, even if only scantly. As the door slid open, Lisa stood reaching her arms around her back; her forearms pushed her open robe back as she struggled with the clasp. Who ever would be stepping in, would be treated to a full frontal of Lisa in her sexy new bikini.

Waiting with his head down the Bell Hop stepped onto the elevator, slowly looking up as his eyes saw Lisa standing with her arms bent behind her, struggling. Although embarrassed enough for both, Lisa did her best to conceal it, asking,

"Would you mind at all fastening this for me, it seems that it came undone," she said feeling brilliant, although she had lied.

The young man looked at the bag, easily recognising that it came from the gift shop, and just smiled then motioned for Lisa to turn around, her sense of brilliance evaporating quickly.

Turning her back to him, Lisa released the straps and then shrugged the robe down her arms, placing her hands on her hips and pointing her elbows away form her body, which of course gave the young bellhop a view that was sure to cause some amount of distraction.

Lisa's hair was draped forward over her shoulders, her neck twisted as if she wanted him to think she was watching, but really that stance just enhanced the allure of her position. With the halter loosely draped over her breasts, the bellhop could easily peer over her left shoulder and surely make a reasonable assessment of her ample swells.

Taking a step back, the bellhop took in the view of the outer edges of her near naked breasts. With Lisa holding her arms as she did, he had no choice but to reach between her arms and body, to fish for the ends of the straps that he was being asked to fasten. As he reached his forearms brushed the sides of Lisa's breasts, causing both to gasp simultaneously.

The surprise contact heightened Lisa's arousal, again her areolas drew tight, forming elongated nipples; her stomach felt the nervous anticipation as she considered giving into the temptation.

The bellhop leaned over her shoulder, so he could see the straps, but with the added benefit of taking another look at Lisa's tits. With her nipples erect, he could easily see the protrusions tenting the loose fabric, which he continued to focus on as he drew the ends of the strap around to fasten.

While the bellhop complied with Lisa's request, she was sure she could feel the warmth of his breath along the side of her neck. She knew he was likely trying to get a look at her. In fact he was near enough, that she was certain she felt the increasing bulge in his trousers brush against her. Restraint was becoming increasingly difficult for both.

It all happened in a flash, a second later, and after another accidental contact, the bellhop spoke,

"Oh, sorry about that," he offered, after his hands glanced against the sides of her firm breasts, as he pulled the thin straps around Lisa's back and hooked them.

He made it sound like his touch was but an accident. Perhaps one that Lisa had deliberately set up, although they had both aced their act of surprise. Lisa thought that he might have been faced with such circumstances in the past, and wondered if things had developed favourably for him. He stood there confidently as though waiting for Lisa to respond.

The thought of leading the young bellhop back to her room and doing unspeakable things to him brought a crimson flush to her face and upper chest, yet she constrained her urges.

Finally the elevator stopped at the floor to the pool's entrance.

"Thank you, that was so sweet. Do stop by my room later and I will increase your tip," Lisa said, referring to how she felt that she had short changed the same bellhop earlier. But just as she finished speaking her words, she realized how embarrassingly suggestive that had sounded.

"Oh that is not necessary," the young man said, almost reluctantly, but kindly avoiding acknowledgment of Lisa's suggestive words.

Although her mind struggled with embarrassment, her mouth spoke freely,

"Don't be silly, I'm sure you would appreciate a larger tip. I know I would, and it's the least I can do for saving me from enormous embarrassment," she said insistently, but hearing her words did nothing to reduce the crimson tide that rushed through her face and chest.

What's come over me? Lisa thought as she tried to regain her composure.

Her intent was to simply come to the spa and have some time alone. But today, at every turn, she was finding herself aroused and in slightly embarrassing situations. Even more surprising was the sense of increased confidence that each encounter was giving her.

Rather than going through the change rooms, Lisa proceeded up to a glass door leading to the pool. She could see that there were many guests enjoying the water. When she opened the door there was a buzz of chatter, but when she walked out on deck and removed her robe, it was like a hush fell over the entire pool area. There were two lifeguards walking along deck with flutter boards, who were supposed to be guarding the dozens of hotels guests, but clearly their eyes, along with everyone else's, were on Lisa. Not at all like the response that she had received the night before.

Not being used to gaining such attention, she immediately looked down at herself, thinking in horror that something had to be out of place. But she looked fine, and when she saw that everything was properly contained she felt proud, and sexy as hell, knowing that those eyes were checking her out.

Within a second, the sounds of bubbling water were again accompanied by the sounds of chatter and people moving about in the pool, as the guests went back to what ever they were doing prior to her arrival.

She stepped into the warm water, and as she had before, followed the narrow channel through the wall to the outside pool, where the mineral water was much hotter. About every ten minutes she raised herself up out of the water and sat on the pool's edge, and every time she did, all male eyes seemed to be blatantly drawn to her.

At first Lisa wanted to cover herself or slide back into the water. But when she noticed a couple of women elbow their men in the ribs, she again felt proud that her body was worthy of such attention.

While enjoying the relaxing benefits of the mineral waters, and the fresh evening air, many hotel guests came and went. Young or old, it seemed that the men could not help themselves, their line of sight always appearing to be directed towards her.

She couldn't help but think, I wonder if Rick would have noticed me if he was one of those men? That thought reminded her of his infidelity, and out of respect for the other women, who sat enjoying the pool with their men, she decided to call it a night.

As she left the pool Lisa intended to head straight for her room. But when she had departed earlier to go to the gift shop, she had forgotten to take her key card, so she had to stop by the lobby for a new one. Who, but the handsome Jason was there ready to take care of her, as he had earlier promised. Lisa didn't even think he would remember her, especially since she wore a robe and bikini, which was a little naive of her to think.

"Ah Miss Thomas, and to what do I owe this pleasure," he said flatteringly, as his eyes scanned the open lapels of her robe.

"Well you see, I kind of forgot my key card when I went to the pool," she explained in a quiet tone, as she leaned forward mashing her breasts against the counters edge, causing her robe to spread open further, revealing more of her bikini clad breasts.

"No problem. Suite-485, right!" He said with a grin, as his eyes seemed stuck on Lisa's exposed cleavage.

Although she was a bit surprised, Lisa was not sure what to make of Jason remembering her room number. However, having a young man's eyes scan her body as his had, contributed to her sexy confidence that she had been rapidly gaining this weekend. She even felt an excitement develop within her, similar to the nervousness experienced when she approached young Bill. She felt her blood coursing through her body like wild fire. Her nipples became hard, and were pointing through the thin material of the halter-top, into the plush robe. Her breath quickened and her pussy twitched as her arousal clearly returned. It took all of the will power she could muster to follow her intentions, and head back to her room, alone.

What a day! Lisa thought, as she slumped against the wall of the elevator.

She went from being relaxed to downright flustered. Determined to experience some relaxation, Lisa continued up to her room, and upon arrival called Room Service, asking to have a select bottle of wine delivered. In the mean time, she began filling the Jacuzzi tub, and then stepped into the shower to rinse off.

Minutes later, after wrapping herself with the robe, a knock came to the door. The Jacuzzi was still filling, and Lisa turned the faucet off and then went to her purse grabbed a twenty dollar bill. She was thinking that the Bellhop who had helped her earlier would be delivering her wine, taking this opportunity to make up for her earlier frugality.

She reached for the door handle and opened it without using the peephole to see who it was. To her surprise, the young attractive front desk clerk, Jason, stood at her door. He looked the part; a white linen draped over his shoulder, he held the chromed ice bucket in one hand, filled with ice and the bottle of wine, along with the matching stand in his other.

"Here you are Miss Thomas," He said, waiting for an invitation to enter, so that he could bring everything in and set it down.

Feeling a little unsure, Lisa reluctantly stood aside holding the door open, as she asked,

"I thought you were working the front desk tonight?" She asked, in a bit of a confused and suspicious tone.

"Well I told you I would be sure to take care of you, didn't I." He said with a wicked grin, and then added; "I see you are about to enjoy your private Jacuzzi, where would you like this?" Gesturing towards the Jacuzzi.

Lisa's hair had not been wet when she had stopped at the front desk. A fact that did not escape Jason's attention. And when he noticed that it was now, he paused and seemed to study her, if only briefly. He looked at her very seductively, scanning her from head to toe, the look in his eyes suggesting that his intentions were anything but pure, and causing Lisa to become more self-conscious.

Although he had not made any forward advance, Lisa's reaction was contrary to the one experienced only moments earlier at the front desk. She had not expected Jason, and had forgot about the twenty-dollar bill, which was to be his tip and was now crumpled in her fist. Wondering why he lingered made her nerves heighten even more. Raising her hand, she clutched the lapels of her robe drawing them together, and as she did she felt the crumpled bill.

By now her skin was covered with goose bumps, causing her bodily hair to stand on end, sending a cool shiver up her spine. Now realizing that Jason was simply waiting for his tip, she felt her nerves beginning to subside. A sudden calm swept over her, replacing the knot in her stomach with a lighter more airy sense, the return of her arousal perhaps.

She wanted to thrust her hand out and offer the young man his tip, but as she became relaxed, all kinds of tempting ideas flashed through Lisa's mind, and she now considered asking him to stay.

The brief silence that had occurred seemed to change the dynamics of this encounter. Ironically, as Lisa became relaxed, the young Jason began to feel a sense of nervousness.

He had been bold so far, but Jason bet the bellhop that he would earn a much larger tip than he, and perhaps an intentional exposure, such as the bellhop was fortunate enough to encounter earlier. But now he worried that he had read Miss Thomas wrong, and thought he had overstayed his welcome. Furthermore, there was the fact that he was not employed as a bellhop, and if reported he would have a hard time retaining his job.

"If there is nothing else then," Jason said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Guessing that the young man might be in trouble if he didn't leave her room soon, Lisa's hand released her robe, and her arm stretched out towards Jason, her palm slowly opening, as the lapels of the robe separated slightly showing the naked valley of flesh that separated her otherwise-concealed orbs.

"Really," He started, "Thank you very much," he replied with an enthusiastic grin, noting the denomination of the bill, and her nakedness.

From the amount of flesh being exposed by Lisa's robe, it was quite obvious that she had removed her swimsuit. As she pulled her arm back, the only thing preventing her exposure was the loose sash that barely held her robe closed. The alert Jason, whose confidence was returning, took all of this in and hoped that this fine looking woman might have an unspoken interest in him.

"Yes, you're welcome. Perhaps..." Lisa offered then hesitated, before her lips betrayed her, as she considered her options.

"Perhaps I will see you tomorrow, then?" Jason said, ending Lisa's struggle, as he took the crumpled bill from her palm.

Alone again, Lisa slowly pushed the door shut. As she did her thoughts flashed back to Bill. She speculated that he was not much older than this young man, and then Sue's words rang out in her mind, ‘And be sure to have a little fun!'

She leaned against the closed door, wondering if she could be so bold to invite the young man back. Realizing that he could loose his job over such an encounter, she let the idea fade away.

Good thing he left, she thought, I am not sure if I could have resisted much longer. Letting out a slight chuckle as she moved away from the door.

The hot bubbling water looked inviting, so she slid into the tub. Stretching out, she lay back to enjoy the soothing comfort of the water rushing against, around and over her body.

After sipping her wine, she sat her glass on the tiles just off the edge of the Jacuzzi, and slid further under the bubbles. A powerful stream of water massaged her left thigh. She tried to ignore it, but before long it began to feel a tad uncomfortable. The bottom of the tub was contoured, and shifting her hips to the right caused her butt to slide off the contoured seat. Given that the Jacuzzi was quite deep the water made Lisa buoyant, causing her body to tip sideways slightly. As she lost her balance, the stream of water bubbled over the bottom of her butt and against her already inflamed pussy,

"Oh my, that feels better," she muttered aloud; as she recognized the slight surge of pleasure pulse though her vaginal area.

Feeling the force of the water bubbling against her slit made Lisa rock her hips, attempting to feel the full force of the jetting water against her. She arched her back, and her pussy began to quiver in delight. Exploring the potential of this new sensation, Lisa leaned sideways, putting her arms into the water and placing her hands against the bottom of the tub, pushing herself back. She drew her right leg up, pulling her foot towards her bum, allowing the stream of water to rush over her slit.

The sensations of the water jettisoning across her vaginal area felt wonderful, and almost immediately caused her arousal to surge through her body, filling her with that light fluttering feeling that would indicate an orgasm was fast approaching. Her breath quickened as the pressure built. She could literally feel the blood rushing to her pussy as it began to tingle with excitement. The degree of engorgement went beyond anything she had ever experienced. Within a matter of a minute or so, the streams of water jetting against her caused reverberations to travel through her lower body as she was experienced a very intense clitoral orgasm. Her head slumped forward, her chin resting against her chest, as she focused on her pleasure.

Lisa was amazed at how fast her body had been taken from a relaxed state to orgasmic, and the sensations were not abating. Her entire vaginal region became inflamed with needy desires, as she responded by shifting her body until she could feel the hard stream of water pounding directly onto her engorged clit, which was now protruding beyond the folds of her puffy slit.

"Oh yes!" She gasped, with the last letter hissing as she indulged in the fabulous sensations.

With the rushing water massaging her hardened nub, another orgasm came crashing on top of the first; the intensity had built so rapidly that it became very difficult to hold steady. She wanted to thrash her hips about, yet at the same time could not bear to remove the direct stimulation. Her eyes clamped shut, her mouth fell agape as she pushed her hips back towards the bubbling jet. The closer she moved the more intense the pleasure became.

With her body positioned so that the stream of water was inline with her delicate parts, Lisa continued to enjoy her erotic massage, which was literally taking her breath away. Arching her back, her pussy tilted backward, causing the steady stream of water to massage her cunt right from the bottom of her slit to her clit. The stream of water was bouncing off the flesh that separates pussy and anus, and bubbling over her slit, which she found totally exhilarating. Her motions became more rigid, and with each change of angle her gasps became louder, and her ability to prolong the experience lessened.

Her entire body felt incredibly warm; her face and chest were flushed. Even her breasts felt heavier than usual, and definitely more sensitive. The bubbling soapsuds felt amazing against her inflamed flesh. The swelling and popping of the bubbles felt like a thousand tiny and delicate mouths kissing her softly.

Waves of pleasure washed through her like an unrelenting surf. One orgasm after another rippled through her body, finally causing her gyrations to become uncontrolled. The water became turbulent, the pleasure breaching her ability to resist, and sudsy water splashed over the edge of the Jacuzzi onto the tiles.

With one last quest for intense pleasure, Lisa gasped and held her breath, thrusting her buttocks back against the tub's wall, focusing on the pressure welling up inside of her; her slit an inch from the jet that was gushing a stream of water and bubbles directly against her throbbing clit; the pleasure so intense it was all she could do to hold her body steady. Clamping her eyes shut, she focused solely on her pleasure, which was now coursing through her body like a tsunami.

She exhaled with a loud groan and then wailed, "Oh fuck yeah!"

Lisa's body was wrought with an incredible climax, and then as fast as it had all begun, the wonderful sensations became overwhelmingly intense, and she had to pull away.

Sitting up in the water now, her arms clung to the top edge of the tub, her head resting against her arm, her chest heaving as she continued gasping for air. It took a few minutes to come off her high and to realize what had just happened.

"Un... fucking... believable," she blurted as the tingling in her pussy began to subside.

Once Lisa had caught her breath, she was able to focus on her hypersensitivity. She recognized that her vulva felt puffy and inflamed, and her clit still felt engorged. Wanting to confirm these sensations she reached her hand down to her still quivering cunt, her fingers delving into her folds. Her cunt was hot and incredibly slimy. Upon the insertion of two fingers, her legs twitched and clamped her thighs together, forcing her finger deeper. Her pussy felt wetter than water, if that is possible.

Too sensitive to touch, she quickly withdrew her hand, and then reached for the Power Button, to still the waters of the Jacuzzi. She pushed down, silencing the roar of the pump.

It took several minutes before she trusted her legs to stand, and even then she used her arms to steady herself as she sat up out of the water onto the tub's edge.

"Wow," she panted, "That was unbelievable!"

While she was no stranger to a little self-induced pleasure, what she had experienced went beyond anything she could have imagined. What a mechanical marvel, she thought, Perhaps better than any toy.

Tired from her brief yet intense Jacuzzi experience, Lisa took a few minutes rest, and then made her way over and onto her bed. Suddenly, she wished she had a man to cuddle with, and thought of Bill. Perhaps she felt a slight amount of guilt over her self-indulgence; in any case she wished that she had someone to share in her experience.

As her yearning for a man's touch continued, she began to feel the need for penetration. Perhaps the Jacuzzi was not as satisfying as she had first thought.

Realizing that it was too early to sleep, Lisa envisioned Bill laying on the bed, having just watched as she used the Jacuzzi in the most pleasurable way, his dick painfully engorged and pointing straight up towards the ceiling. Directing the actions in her imagination, she saw herself swing a leg up over his hips, then lower herself upon him until fully impaled.

Her vision was interrupted by a stray thought, I wonder what he is up to tonight?

Although she had just enjoyed the pleasures produced by the Jacuzzi, she felt a void between her legs.

She wondered, Should I call him? But then realized that she had not taken his number.

While Lisa would have loved to have a man to cuddle up to, one was not available. That fact caused her a sense of sadness. Looking for a distraction, she took the remote and began surfing aimlessly though the TV channels. The late night news was playing out, but she was not worried about any current events but her own. Finally bored and tired, she pulled the covers up over her body and drifted off to sleep.

* * * * * *

Prior to Bill leaving work Friday, plans had been made among a couple of his associates to meet Saturday for a late dinner and some clubbing. It was now half past seven and Bill was late, the ring tone of his cell phone indicated a text had just been received, it read Its 7:15, where R U?

Oh shit! Bill thought. He had forgotten all about dinner plans, and hurried out the door to meet up with his coworkers.

When he arrived, Sally and her friend Tim, along with Chelsea, were waiting for him. He had thought other's from the office were suppose to be there as well and wondered where they were.

"Sorry I'm late, but where is every one," Bill asked as he was seated beside Chelsea?

Sally looked confused. As far as she knew, dinner plans had only ever included the four of them. She was about to ask Bill what the was talking about, when Chelsea cut in,

"They are catching up with us later at Harry's," Chelsea replied, while giving Sally a look.

Chelsea was one of the women that Bill worked with. They were friends, but he had never really wanted anything more. Chelsea, on the other hand, was Bill's secret admirer. She often flirted with Bill, but he always seemed oblivious to her advances. Only once had he ever acknowledged an interest, but at the time he did not appear serious, and she had been waiting ever since for that to happen.

Over the last week it had been evident to his co-workers, Chelsea and Sally anyways, that Bill was in a state of mild depression. With no sense of motivation, he had quietly moped around the office all week. He had not made mention of the woman that he had become obsessed with, thus no one was aware of the cause of his turmoil. Recognizing his vulnerability, Chelsea orchestrated this evening, not only in an attempt to snap Bill out of it, but to advance her interests.

The four enjoyed their meal, a few drinks along with some lively conversation. Bill's mood was much different this evening, compared to Friday at work. Maybe that is why he didn't pick up on the fact that Chelsea was making a play for him. She paid for dinner after her strong insistence, and walked arm in arm with Bill the three blocks to the small club called Harry's.

Bill was one of the most polite and considerate men that you might meet, and always honoured women with his respect. Although it was normal behaviour for him, his chivalry was bringing Chelsea closer than he ever expected. His mind had been pre-occupied all week with loosing touch with Lisa. Between that and the hope he held out from the letter received from Becky's company, Bill was oblivious to his co-worker's advances.

About an hour after arriving at Harry's, friends from work arrived and the group enjoyed hours of drinking, dancing and frolicking. As the night wore on, Bill began to notice that everyone was coupling up; some had already left together, others were still on the dance floor, and Chelsea remained by his side.

The DJ was playing a slow tune when Chelsea pulled Bill out onto the dance floor, and then as they swayed to the music, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling them together and resting her head against his chest.

Bill felt a little uneasy. Probably because his mind was still stuck on other women. But now he began to suspect that Chelsea had motives of her own. She had paid for dinner and sat by his side all night. He wasn't really into her, but didn't want to hurt her feelings either. Just as he struggled to come up with words that would allow them to part ways, Chelsea looked up and then almost lunged up to him as her arms moved around his neck, drawing his lips to hers.

At first he was surprised and resisted, but then he felt her warmth and the softness of her breasts mashed against his chest, and his heart begin to beat faster, his breath quickened, and his dick lurched in his pants, which did not go unnoticed. Chelsea dropped one arm down to his backside and pulled at Bill, drawing his growing erection tight to her belly, her oral attack becoming more intense.

Without knowing why, Bill began to look at Chelsea differently almost the instant she forced herself upon him. She was pretty enough, but she was a colleague and friend, and Bill had never considered mixing sex with that. But now that Chelsea had locked lips with him and was groping at his crotch, he just went with it. Bill was darting his tongue past his lips, exploring Chelsea's and allowing their tongues to become entangled. He was content knowing how this night would end, at least for the moment.

After their kiss, the couple headed for the door and climbed into a cab. Ten minutes later they were at Chelsea's building, and would soon be in her apartment. While waiting for the elevator, they were drawn to each other, again their lips locked in a ravenous embrace, as one seemed to be trying to consume the other.

The elevator stopped and they stepped out towards Chelsea's suite. She took her key out and handed it to Bill. While he fumbled with the deadbolt, Chelsea began fumbling with his belt, zipper and button, and by the time he swung the door open, she had her hands on his meaty cock, leading him through the dimly lit suite past furniture, down the hall, and directly to her room, with his jeans sliding down his thighs as he followed.

Bill had no opportunity to protest. Although, even if he had been completely sober, he didn't know if he would have. Chelsea pushed him against her bed, his knees buckled, and his butt came to rest upon the mattress. She then pushed her hand against his chest, forcing him back until lying on the bed. He hoped that she might climb up and lay with him, but she had her own ideas of what she wanted.

With his legs slung over the edge of her bed, Chelsea stood between his thick muscular thighs. Her hands slid along his large frame, down to his pelvis, and finally engulfed his burgeoning prick.

Dropping to her knees, Chelsea's lips parted and slid over the rubbery texture of his swelling helmet, until the flaring ridge disappeared into her mouth.

Over his years, Bill had enjoyed more than a couple of blowjobs, and in his minds eye, Becky was the expert. Lisa too, had given him great pleasure a week earlier, but her oral talents did not compare. But now, what he was feeling went beyond comparison. He had to make room for a new expert in his mind, as he lay there enjoying Chelsea's oral excellence.

With his neck bent, his chin drawn tight to his chest, he looked down his body, watching his co-worker's head bob up and down his hard cock. As his excitement percolated within his loins, Bill found himself wanting Chelsea to slow down, to make him last, so that he could experience her pussy in addition to her wanton oral cavity.

Chelsea attacked Bill's cock with a fervour that he had never experienced before. From her muffled moans and groans it was obvious that she took as much pleasure from giving as Bill derived from receiving.

Her lips glided up and down the half-length of his rigid shaft, which was all she was able to fit in her mouth; his bulbous head filling her and making it difficult to slide him into her throat. Amazed at how big the head of Bill's dick was, Chelsea grabbed him, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, and then began stroking it vigorously while she pulled it downward. Now his unyielding stiffness extended into her more easily, in line with his thighs. Hunching her back upwards, and thrusting her chin forward, she was able to make her mouth an extension of her throat.

With her mouth filled with his amazing cock, Chelsea flexed her oral muscles, cupping her tongue so that she was cradling the underside of Bill's penis. The rough nubs along the root of her tongue massaged the sensitive area just below the larger than normal glans. Each time she bobbed her head along his pendulous organ, she could feel her uvula mashed against the back of her throat, and his pliable head blocking her nasal airways.

The young woman wanted to feel Bill fill her throat, to hold him there as he pumped his masculinity into her flexing sheath. Chelsea knew that doing so would cause the instinctive reaction to gasp for air, which would also cause her throat to contract around his meaty prick, surely removing his ability to withhold his ejaculate.

Each time she slid herself along his shaft, Bill felt the tickle of Chelsea's uvula at the tip of his cock, and each time he encountered that exquisite sensation, he felt her lips grappling at his rigid shaft as though trying to pull more of him into her. The pleasurable sensations along the underside of his cock became even more intense, as he felt the rougher texture of the back of her tongue ripple against his sensitive flesh. She was pressing his cock past her tonsils into an incredibly tight sheath.

Although he could feel her teeth scraping against him, Bill wanted to thrust himself into her. Fearing that he would hurt her, or himself, he did his best to restrain his urges. It took all of his will power to lie still, allowing Chelsea to overpower his senses, reducing his ability to resist spewing his semen down her throat.

As the pressure mounted in his loins, Bill's head began to feel light, as dizzying delights swept through his body. His balls hung heavily and loose in his scrotum, resting against the sensitive flesh between the base of his cock and his anus, contrary to pre-climatic expulsions. His entire groin area felt engorged. He had never experienced such expert cock sucking before. He was rapidly approaching the loss of all control.

Saliva coated her cheeks and throat as Chelsea struggled to draw enough air into her lungs to remain conscious, yet she continued her unrelenting attack. After filling her lungs to capacity, she would then exhaled forcefully, causing a mixture of pre-cum and saliva to bubble out between her lips and the tight seal that they made around his rigid shaft. She knew once the soft ridge of his bulbous glans passed her uvula and entered her throat, that she would have to hold him there, until his balls were drained and his virility began to wither. She knew a semi flaccid cock is much easier to deal with orally, especially one as thick as Bill's.

Chelsea's body reacted to sucking cock in much the same manner that a woman would react to having her pussy licked. Holding her thighs tightly together while rocking her hips produced sufficient stimulation to have a clitoral orgasm, and the longer it took to bring her male counterpart off, the more orgasms she would have. She had already lost track of how many times she had cum; her panties were soaked. In fact the crotch of her jeans was so damp that it appeared she might have peed herself.

Finally, his balls began to draw up into his groin. Bill gasped, taking in a deep breath until his lungs filled to capacity. His eyes clamped shut, and his face contorted, as he tried to stave off his impending orgasm. Then he felt his groin muscles contract so hard that he experienced a mixture of intense pain and pleasure, followed by a wad of cum that began bubbling up along his urethra searching for release.

The tension in his loins became so intense, and his cock so hard, that Chelsea had to discontinue her oral thrusts. With the tip of his cock penetrating the entrance of her throat, all she could do was gasp hopelessly for air. Her throat was sealed with Bill's mushrooming cock head, and it began to involuntarily contract around the tip of Bill's engorge glans, the last bit of control that he possessed was dispensed.

It had seemed that he had been holding his breath for ages, and as he felt the wonderful milking sensation engulf his cock head, the wad of semen traveling the length of his shaft gained speed. His prick lurched and his head swelled even more, and then lurched again. Finally, as his cock began spewing the contents of his balls down Chelsea's throat, he exhaled, growling like a beast that had been mortally wounded.

Chelsea held steady, her eyes began to roll, as she felt faint. The large bulbous cock head trapped in her throat prevented her from drawing a single breath, and made swallowing near impossible.

While holding her thighs tightly together, she rocked her hips one last time. Her body convulsed as a climatic orgasm erupted deep inside of her, flooding her quiver with copious volumes of her nectar. Her body tensed and shook as she fought unconsciousness. Finally when she felt Bill's cock begin to soften, she mustered her last bit of energy and pushed her body forward, sliding his glorious cock down her throat until her nose nestled in his curly pubes. Although it had only taken a minute, she almost fainted before she was able to push her body away from Bill's groin, and when she did a loud gargling shriek escaped her as she gasped for air, and diverted the cum in her throat into her stomach, rather than her lungs.

She grasped Bills cock, wrapping her thumb and forefinger wrapping around it just below the rim, trapping the last dribbles of cum in his urethra as he began to wilt. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she released her grip and gob after gob of thick white semen rolled from the tip of his cock onto her awaiting tongue.

Bill lay on the bed motionless, except for his heaving chest, as he too took a moment to catch his breath. Behind his shut eyelids, a series of blasts of bright white light continued to go off in his head, much like a pyrotechnics display.

By the time Bill had regained his composure, Chelsea stood naked between his heavy thighs. He took time to admire her form through the fog cast over his eyes. Her breasts were small and gleamed with perspiration, her areolas were taught, causing her nipples to extend like little bullets from her firm-looking bosom. He thought that she was about to climb up and sit on his dick, but to his surprise she bent over and took his now limp cock back into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, causing an overwhelming sensation to shoot through his groin.

The over stimulation caused Bill to sit upwards, pulling his cock from her lips. But Chelsea just became more aggressive, suckling his cock back into her mouth, and drawing him down her throat as his vigour began to return.

Pulling him from her mouth with a pop, Chelsea stood. Bill thought it time to return the favour, and bent forward moving his face towards her pussy. But Chelsea was not about to give up control. She stepped aside and grabbed his sweater, pulling it up over his head while climbing onto his lap. After tossing the sweater to the floor, she wrapped her forefinger and thumb around the base of his thick cock, guiding it into her sopping wet hole.

Bill easily penetrated his co-worker's pussy. And as he realized that he was fucking one of the women he worked with, a memory flashed through his mind. It was from a time when Chelsea and Sally had teased him about being such a legman; one of them joked that he should join a twelve-step program. His reply was, ‘As long as those twelve steps represent the distance from the front door to your bed, I'd gladly join that program.' He recalled that after stating his reply, he fantasized about laying either Chelsea or Sally down and ravaging one of their bodies. It was probably the one and only time that he had ever had elicit thoughts of his co-workers, and it had only been in a passing joke, yet here he was doing just that. Well, sort of. It was actually Chelsea who was laying him down, and ravaging his body.

She hovered over Bill like a woman on a mission, clearly in control; she braced her hands to his pecks and began rocking her hips. Each time she arched her back and pressed herself down, Bill could feel the prominence of her clitoral nub rubbing against the base of his cock, and each time he could feel the top side of his cock rub against the roof of Chelsea's tight vagina. It was like she had an internal clit, only wider and softer, and each time he made contact with it, Chelsea's eyes would flutter and roll, followed by a low guttural growl that gurgled up her throat.

Chelsea continued to ride Bill until she came, and as her climax approached with speed and intensity, her rhythm quickened. Finally she froze upon him, ground her pussy down tightly to his pelvis, while her body was wrought with yet another earth moving climax. And Bill was not to be denied either. Her cunt quivered and contracted around his cock, much like she had performed orally, drawing the seed from his loins and filling her womb with a few blasts of hot semen.

It had been over an hour since their sex act started, and now Chelsea collapsed naked on the bed beside Bill, cuddled for a few minutes, then pulled away and slid under the covers without as much as a word.

Poor Bill was dumbfounded. Almost as much as he had been when he awoke to find Lisa gone. Now he lay there wondering if he should stay and sleep with his friend, or if he should just get up and go. After a few minutes deliberation he chose the latter. He bent over to kissed Chelsea, and asked her if she wanted him to stay, but she just rolled her shoulder forward, as if his question bothered her. He then called a cab and returned to his house.

Although he had enjoyed the sex, he was unsatisfied emotionally, which was enough to keep Bill from sleeping. He began to wonder why the women in his sex life seemed to dominate him in the bedroom.

After a period of reflection, he took the letter from Becky's corporate head office and read it over, then briefly fantasized about having Becky back in his life again.

Surprisingly, young Bill wasn't even aware that he had finally put Lisa out of his mind.

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Saturday morning Lisa awoke well rested and content. As she went about preparing for her morning spa treatment, she kept thinking about Jason's visit to her room the night before, and what she had experienced after his departure. It made her wonder how she would ever get through her last night at the spa alone.

The day went by pretty fast. She had again gone out to do some shopping. This time she found an Adult oriented storefront and had gone in to look around, planning to simply pass some time. But a woman alone at a spa resort, who was finding herself aroused at every turn - how could such a woman resist making a purchase?

Lisa stood admiring the various toys, curious about how one might feel compared to the other, her thoughts stirring her arousal. Scanning the wall she became fixated on one particular dildo. It was larger than life. It's shape reminded her a lot of how Bill had felt to her, a thick meaty shaft, with a super sized cock head, much like she imagined him becoming right before spewing his seed into her pussy.

In her mind she reasoned; ‘You don't need the real thing to have a little fun!'

The illicit thoughts made her feel sexy, in a deliciously naughty way, convincing her to make the purchase. She realized that a fake dick might not be as satisfying as the real thing, especially after starting a journey of sexual discovery, like she had recently.

On her way back to the hotel, Lisa considered her evening entertainment options, and decided to start with a trip to the pools, then go to the Casino across the street, and after that she would enjoy a luxurious spell in her Jacuzzi, accompanied by her recent purchase.

Her new risque bikini allowed her to derive some added enjoyment from her trip to the hotel pool. It turned out that a group of young people, a college sports team perhaps, had stopped at the hotel for the night. She was able to hold the attention of several young men the entire time she was there, making her beam with sexy confidence. Following her plan, she returned to her room to change.

The hotel and casino were connected by a skywalk, and when she finally arrived, she began playing the slots, but quickly became bored. She had just put her last token in a machine, and was deciding between returning to her room to play with her new toy, or getting another fifty bucks in tokens. Well to her surprise a totally different option awaited her.

The coin clanged as it dropped into the machine, the wheels began to spin and the lights and sounds flashed as normal. When the wheels quit spinning, ending at all differing symbols, she decided that gambling wasn't her thing and turned to leave, and as she did she ran smack into a young man, who nearly knocked her over.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, are you all right," came a concerned, and familiar voice?

"Miss Thomas! Fancy meeting you here," Jason stated more exuberantly, once he recognized whom he had run into!

A little annoyed with almost having the wind knocked out of her, Lisa was about to scold the young lad that had bumped her, but when she realized it was Jason from the hotel, her mood changed.

"I guess I should watch where I am going. No harm done," she said as she straightened herself out. And as she did she seemed to have an unnerving sense that someone else was watching her. She turned around and found that Jason's companion was the Bellhop who had helped her the night before in the elevator.

"Well why don't you let me make it up to you? Can I buy you a drink," Jason offered extending his arm for Lisa to take.

With little hesitation Lisa took his arm saying, "Exactly what I was thinking, " And with that she was led by the two young men up to the bar.

The bellhop's name was Cory, and he was not as talkative as Jason, but he was not shy either. Or at least that's how it seemed, since he couldn't take his eyes off Lisa. Perhaps brushing his hands along the sides of bare breasts in the elevator a day earlier had something to do with that. The three made small talk and enjoyed several drinks before leaving, and all of the while Lisa could barely think of anything but complying with Sue's instructions, ‘And make sure you have some fun!'

When Lisa slid from her barstool, she wobbled a bit. Each of the young men quickly reached for her arm to steady her, fearing that she was going to end up on the floor.

"That was close," Lisa blurted, feeling a bit tipsy, but not as much as she had made it appear.

"Would you like us to escort you back to your room, Miss Thomas?" Jason asked boldly.

"Would you? I'd feel so much safer," Lisa said accepting.

"Shall we then," Jason said, once again offering his arm as did Cory, and the three of them left arm in arm in arm, walking towards the elevator and then through the skywalk.

While making the short journey back to her room, Lisa was hoping that she would get the nerve to invite the young men in, yet expecting them to decline, certain that it would be against hotel policy to enter a guest's suite while off duty.

The young men stood close behind Lisa as she took her key card from her clutch and slid it into the slot. She paused nervously, wondering, ‘Am I really going to do this?'

She hadn't noticed the flashing green light, but when she finally decided to open the door, her slight pause had taken too long. She removed the card and tried again. The light flashed and she opened the door and stepped through, with the two young men following closely.

Not expecting them to enter her room without a direct invitation, Lisa wasn't sure if she should be worried for them or herself. There wasn't much point in protesting, as she had been looking for this opportunity ever since bumping into them at the Casino. Now she could make good on her promise.

"Cory why don't you make yourself comfortable. I'm just going to freshen up a bit, and then I'll be back to increase the size of your tip, like I promised. And Jason can fetch you both something from the mini-bar." Lisa had stepped into the washroom as she spoke.

"Would you like something?" Jason asked Lisa.

After a few seconds silence, she emerged wearing what both young men hoped to be nothing more than the hotel's terry robe. Indeed she had stripped naked, and freshened herself where ever she felt necessary.

"No thanks, I still have my wine from last night. Well, most of it at least," she said, answering Jason.

After pouring a glass of wine for her, Jason offered it to her and the three sat in awkward silence, each wondering who should make the first move, or if there would even be a first move. Cory could hardly believe that he was actually in the room with Lisa, let alone contemplating having sex with her. Jason, on the other hand, had been scheming ever since checking her in, and was elated that his plan finally appeared to be coming together.

Jason was an old hand at this, and was the one who broke the silence, "I bet there is another of those robes in here. Would you mind?" He said, leaving Lisa to decide on what happened next.

"In the bottom right hand drawer," she said then took a sip of her wine.

Rather than taking the robe for himself, he knew that Cory was a little more modest and tossed it to him, saying, "Your turn to freshen up bud!"

As Cory disappeared into the bathroom, Lisa asked, "And what about you? Too fresh already?"

"Maybe, but I'd love to fill that Jacuzzi to the brim, and then slide into you," He stopped and quickly corrected himself, "I mean "that", slide into that, with you."

"Oh I think you meant what you said the first time," Lisa said calmly, as if confirming her approval.

Jason sat on the edge of the tub and turned the faucet, holding his hand beneath the flow of water until satisfied with the temperature.

"Bubbles?" He said quizzically.

"Sure, but just a couple of drops..." Lisa was about to explain why, when she noticed that Jason had already capped the bottle after dribbling a few drops. "Looks like you know your way around these suites," she added.

"Well, after all, I do work at this hotel," he said with bravado in his voice, revealing a bit of arrogance.

By now Lisa was too far-gone to allow a little thing like that to bother her, she was comfortable with pursuing the "little bit of fun", with Jason and Cory.

Before the tub had filled, Jason had removed his clothes, taking his time and performing like he was a male stripper. Lisa was having great fun watching. She had flipped herself over onto her stomach, elbows dug into the mattress, with her chin resting on her hands. She giggled at some of Jason's antics, and egged him on when he was taking too long.

By the time Cory emerged from the shower with the robe wrapped tight, Jason was standing naked by the bed, blocking his view of Lisa. The Jacuzzi was near full so he stopped the flow before taking up position by his friend's side.

Lisa had Jason's cock crammed into her mouth, doing her best to suck his dick while fondling his balls. There was nothing remarkable about Jason, average at best, but when Cory undid the sash on the robe and allowed it to fall open, Lisa became instantly distracted. The two young men were not much different when it came to length, but Cory's dick was massively think, with a smaller than usual head.

To Jason's displeasure, Lisa alternated between the two, sucking Cory much more ravenously than he.

While Jason was pretty much a pro a picking up women at the resort, Cory was pretty much a novice. In fact, if he had not been with Jason, he would have been totally inexperienced at it. But now it was Cory who seemed to be getting all of the attention, and Jason was not impressed.

Lisa wanted to control the sex tonight, much like she had with Bill, but when Jason left her to suck his friend's cock, she wasn't quite sure what to expect next. She felt Jason's weight on the opposite side of the bed as he climbed up and kneeled behind her. Lisa still had a robe covering her, but Jason quickly flipped it up uncovering her beautiful firm ass. He reached down between Lisa's thighs, and felt her moist hairless pussy lips. He nearly pulled his hand back as he made that discovery.

Jason dropped to the mattress, pushing his legs out behind him, lying between Lisa's now spread legs. He fingered her, while she continued to work her magic on Cory, and by Cory's grunting and actions it appeared that he was not going to be able to hold off much longer.

Lisa was not an overly experienced cocksucker, but she did enjoy giving as much as receiving, and since she wasn't receiving she wiggled her ass at Jason, indicating that he should get at it. Just as Jason lowered his mouth to her steaming pussy, Cory's dick lurched in her mouth. She was about to reach up and grab the base, when Jason dove his tongue into her slit, while at the same time Cory began pumping shot after shot of hot cum into Lisa's mouth. She had never swallowed before, and hesitated, holding the cum in her mouth while she considered spitting or swallowing.

Lisa's decision was made for her when Jason surprised her by pulling his mouth away and digging a single digit into her anal rose bud. She was unprepared for his action, and gasped in shock as she felt a pang of pain surge through her, causing her to swallow. In that split second Cory had pumped at least three more blasts of spunk into her mouth, and Lisa continued swallowing until she felt that it had been consumed. She then pulled away from Cory's cock, and scolded Jason for buggering with her ass.

In defiant response, Jason kneeled and pulled at her hipbones, raising Lisa's pelvis up off the bed, then went back to lapping at her slit. She turned back to Cory, who to her delight had remained as hard as he was when shooting his load into her mouth only seconds earlier. He was waiting patiently for Lisa to continue sucking his cock.

Within seconds, the room was filled with echoes of sensuous moans and groans. Even Jason was quite verbal, expressing his passion for eating pussy, especially hot older pussy like Lisa. Jason knew little of the value of taking it slow, and as soon as he felt Lisa's pussy lips clamp around his tongue, indicating that her pleasure had peaked at least for the moment, he quickly sprang up to his knees and slid his hard cock into her convulsing sheath, and proceeded to fuck Lisa with reckless abandonment.

The change of pace was too rough for Lisa likes, but by now she was too horny to complain. She felt Jason slide into her with ease, and she was happy to take him up to the hilt, but when his pelvis collided with her buttocks, driving her forward, Cory's cock was rammed into the back of her throat. Unable to maintain her oral performance on Cory, she pulled away, gagging, just as Jason repeatedly slammed his body against hers.

Totally unaccustomed to such a "slam bam thank you Ma'am" style of fucking, Lisa found it incredibly raw and arousing. She wanted control, but she wanted it harder and faster too.

Without warning, Jason was ready to shoot his load into Lisa's quivering cunt. He grabbed her in the crease where her thighs and hips met, and yanked her back as he slammed forward; holding himself there while his cock pumped his cum into her.

By now, Lisa was wondering what she had gotten herself into. Jason obviously thought he was a lady's man, and although she enjoyed the slamming sex, it was all over before she knew it, making it somewhat unsatisfying.

After tidying up in the bathroom, Lisa slid into the Jacuzzi, motioning for her young lovers to join her. Cory slid into the tub with her, and Lisa guided him up against the side and straddled him, lowering herself onto his thick meaty cock. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she became accustomed to his significant girth. After a few slightly uncomfortable manoeuvres, she had him embedded in her pussy. Jason took up position to the side of Cory, standing on the outside of the tub holding his prick up towards Lisa like some sort of offering.

Lisa wanted to say something about him needing to learn some fucking etiquette, but then she considered that surrendering control to these young studs might prove to be fun. Her thoughts were encouraged by the fullness she was feeling in her pussy, as she ground her pelvis down onto Cory's. She was not unfamiliar with riding a man this way, but having him sitting upright as Cory was provided the added benefit of a thorough clit massage as she worked herself down on his gloriously fat cock. Her clit was in constant contact with either the base of his cock, or rubbing against his pubic bone.

Enjoying the ride, Lisa decided that she could share her attention with Jason, and took his cum covered cock and sucked it into her mouth, rolling his loose hanging balls in one of her palms. Again the action became rough. Cory was bucking wildly as he overcompensated in his attempt to please the woman on his lap. Jason's inexperience was quite evident as well, as he wrapped his hands around the back of her head, holding Lisa steady as he literally fucked her mouth.

Surprisingly, the rawness of the rough sex brought a heightened sense of arousal upon Lisa, and as Cory bucked his hips, fucking her hot cunt with his delightful cock, her body tensed in orgasm. And as she felt Jason's balls tighten whilst he fucked her face, she felt another orgasm come crashing down right on top of the other.

It didn't take long until the young studs were filling Lisa with another load of cum. To Lisa's absolute amazement, what the two lacked in experience they easily made up for with stamina. The threesome fucked well into the wee hours of the morning. Lisa lost count of how many times her young lovers came, and by the time she was exhausted they too were spent physically.

The two young men slept over, and their reward was a wonderful array of breakfast foods delivered by room service. After feeding her boy toys, they were reinvigorated. And to Lisa's delight the whole routine started over again. Finally Lisa had to ask them to leave. Luckily, she had arranged for a late check out, and she was able to catch an hour's nap before having to make the drive home.

Along her drive, she looked forward to the opening of their lingerie store and reuniting with Bill.

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