by Bart Tracer
It was a spacious room, with booths along the bank of windows on one wall, decorated with mid-century memorabilia that lent a period correct, delightfully kitschy feel to it. A large black bar ran along one wall with an array of brightly colored booze bottles arranged neatly on glass and chrome shelves behind it.
On the other side of the lobby was a sleek, frosted glass door with thin horizontal lines running across it and a discreetly modern electronic card lock. There was no sign or label on it to indicate what lay behind it.
It was delightfully cool inside, after the heat of the sidewalk. I paused just a moment to soak up the air conditioning. “Shall we?” I asked my wife, offering her my arm.
Jenny hooked her arm in mine and we crossed to the reception desk, where we were greeted by a spectacled, friendly-looking man with a bushy mustache. “Good afternoon!” he said cheerfully. “Welcome to the Hotel Sandpiper! My name is Carlos. How may I be of service to you?”
There was just the hint of an accent there, Cuban if I wasn’t mistaken. He was a handsome man, just coming into middle-age, with manicured nails and an immaculate suit. His jet-black hair had grayed at the temples, giving him a look of quiet distinction. My professional career had made me a good judge of people, and I decided immediately that I liked the man.
“Hello, Carlos! Nice to meet you!” I said, returning his smile and offering him my hand. “I believe you have a reservation for us. Kenneth and Jennifer Wilson?”
“Excellent! Excellent! Let me check,” he smiled, turning to the computer beside him. “Ah! Sí! Here it is! Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. The honeymoon suite?”
I nodded.
“It says you will be staying with us for three weeks. Is that correct?”
“Yes, that’s right!” I gave him my credit card and driver’s license. “If you can put up with us that long!”
Carlos chuckled at my joke, “No! No! Nonsense! I’m sure you will be wonderful guests!” He took my cards from me with a polite nod, “Thank you, sir.”
I watched as he quickly typed in my information, then slid the two cards back to me with a fluid motion, along with the credit card receipt and a pen. After a quick look, I signed my name and pushed it back to him. While not exorbitant, the sum was by no means paltry. But that was to be expected. After all, the Hotel Sandpiper was no dive!
“And here,” he said, reaching into a shallow drawer in front of him, “are your keycards. They also unlock the door to the pool area.” He nodded toward the glass door on the other side of the lobby I had noted earlier. “You likely noticed the hotel’s restaurant and bar,” he gestured behind me, “over there. The food, if I may say so, is second to none, and the bar very well stocked, but if there is something special you would like, please don’t hesitate to ask! Our goal is to provide the very finest experience for our guests!”
“Oh, I’m certain of it!”
“The restaurant also serves an outdoor seating area, a café, if you will, on the veranda in the back. Many of our guests enjoy taking their meals while looking out over the ocean.”
“Oooh!” cooed Jennifer. “That sounds nice!”
Carlos smiled broadly, obviously pleased with her enthusiasm. “Oh, it is! It is! I highly recommend it!”
I ran my hand along the shiny top of the counter, admiring the metal banding. Damn! Those guys sure had been fond of their chrome! A thought suddenly occurred to me. “I don’t suppose the hotel has anyone who can tell me a little about the building itself? Or the local architecture in general?”
Carlos looked at me for a moment as if unsure what I was asking.
“My husband is crazy about architecture. Nothing he likes more!” Jenny came to my rescue. She leaned in toward the concierge and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, “If you indulge him, he’ll talk to you for hours about it and probably want to go down in the basement to inspect the pipe fittings!”
“Ah, I understand!” Carlos laughed, his eyes swinging to me. “In that case, sí señor, I’m sure something can be arranged! Perhaps in a day or two, once you have settled in… I know a man who is extremely knowledgeable in such matters!”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
“As I say, anything you want! And of course, you may count on our full discretion at all times! We are here to make your stay as pleasant as possible.”
“Thank you.”
Carlos turned his attention back to Jennifer with a broad smile. “And should the young lady like to do some shopping, there are several excellent local shops that I can recommend quite highly. I would be happy to give you driving instructions. Or call you a cab, if you prefer.”
“Thank you very much!” Jenny gushed, taking my arm excitedly. I could tell she was enjoying the royal treatment the concierge was giving us. “I may just take you up on that!” She winked at him.
I smiled at this little exchange, a nervous little tickle running down my spine as I realized that he was flirting with her. Nothing criminal, nothing overt. But there was a friendly tease to his voice that hinted at more than strict professionality. And Jenny had obviously liked it.
Carlos had sized my wife up immediately. If there was one thing that could really pique my wife’s interest, it was shopping. If architecture was my thing, clothes were hers! With a body to die for and an impeccable sense of style, she loved combing through upscale boutiques and out-of-the-way local shops to find just that right dress or sweater or whatever to showcase her feminine beauty. And even though it cost me a good chunk of change, I couldn’t really complain. After all, I was ultimately the beneficiary of all that effort!
“Please do, Madam! Please do!” he bowed graciously, inclining his head to one side. “Now, let us see about getting you situated! I’m sure you are very tired from your trip.”
Standing, Carlos held his hand up and snapped his long fingers crisply, signaling the clean shaven young man from earlier, who had now maneuvered the luggage cart with our things to the wall next to the elevator. “Young Jimmy here will show you to your room. He has only been with us since he graduated high school last year, and already, he is one of our best employees! He is on duty every weeknight from 4 in the afternoon until midnight. If you need anything, anything at all, he will be happy to assist you.” He made a sweeping gesture with his arm. “As will any of the other employees of the hotel.”
In spite of his very apparent youth, Jimmy really did turn out to be a wealth of knowledge. After he had rolled our luggage into the elevator, he proceeded to give us a very thorough description of the town’s highlights, with a particular emphasis on the local nightclubs. By the time we reached the room, I was thoroughly convinced that we had chosen the perfect spot for our vacation. It sounded like there was plenty to do!
“Here we are. Top of the world!” Jimmy announced when the elevator doors opened on the seventh floor. “If you’ll follow me…”
He led us down the hall, past another elevator. “This elevator opens out onto the back veranda,” he explained. “Many of our guests find it more convenient when returning from the beach. It saves them having to walk through the lobby!”
Moving on, he stopped at the last door on the end and asked for my key card. Swiping it through the lock, he opened the door for us, then followed us inside with the luggage cart.
“Would you like your bags placed in the bedroom?” he asked.
I nodded, “Yes, thank you!”
Jimmy was a consummate professional and gave us a very thorough guided tour of the honeymoon suite. He pointed out all of the features and made sure that we knew how to use everything. It seemed that the owners, while making a noticeable effort to retain the original feel of the rooms, had spared no expense when it came to the installation of modern amenities.
The bedroom sported a king-sized bed with a padded leather headboard. A 55-inch television hung on the wall of the bedroom. There was a spacious living room with a pair of upholstered chairs and a couch that converted into a bed and a TV of its own, as well as a small kitchen with a stove. Natura
lly, the refrigerator was well stocked with tiny bottles of booze. The bathroom was a model of luxury, done all in marble, complete with two sinks, a heart-shaped hot tub, and a separate shower stall. One thing was for sure, we certainly wouldn’t be roughing it during our stay here!
That fact was especially driven home when Jimmy unlocked the door to the balcony. The honeymoon suite was located on the back corner of the building, and its enormous wrap-around balcony held not one, but two cast-iron tables, complete with cushioned chairs, which commanded a panoramic view of the ocean. The white sand of the shoreline stretched away to the horizon on either side. It really was breathtaking!
“Wow!” murmured Jennifer as she stepped past Jimmy onto the balcony.
When Jenny walked outside, the wind tossed her long hair back over her slender shoulders, the sunlight kissing her flawless skin. She was dressed for driving, comfort having taken precedence over style. She wore a pair of soft khaki shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt, and her feet sported a well-worn pair of sneakers. Still, she was a vision. Those familiar old shorts of hers, while practical and utilitarian, did absolutely nothing to diminish her amazing legs or hide the feminine curves of her sweet little ass.
She put both forearms on the railing of the balcony and gazed out over the ocean. Then, suddenly, she leaned forward to look down at the tiny specks that were people playing on the beach seven stories below us. As she did, her little khaki shorts rode up, drawing tightly into the crease of her beautifully rounded butt. And that’s when the first crack appeared in Jimmy’s mask of professionalism.
He looked. Of course, he looked! How could he not, the poor guy? She was bent over right in front of us, for fuck’s sake. And oh my God, did that ass of hers look magnificent with the thin fabric of her shorts clinging to her cheeks like a fresh coat of paint! Hell, I looked, too! But, that was different. Jennifer was my wife. I was allowed to look!
It took Jimmy a couple of seconds to realize he was staring and tear his eyes away from my wife’s ass. When he did, his gaze met mine, and he turned beet red. Shaking his head in embarrassment, he muttered, “Sorry! I… I…”
I held up a hand and smiled. “It’s not your fault,” I whispered.
I should have been offended. Most men would have been. But I wasn’t. In fact, I actually liked the fact that he was checking her out. No clue why. Maybe it was a confirmation of the desirability of my mate, or a reassurance that Jenny and I weren’t quite over the hill yet. Whatever the deeper psychological root of it might have been, all I know is that at that moment, I was okay with the young man ogling my wife!
Jenny, utterly oblivious to the spectacle she had just made of herself, turned back around, beaming happily. “Ken!” she cried. “Come look! The view is amazing!”
I grinned at Jimmy and winked. “Oh, we can see pretty well from back here!” I replied, trying not to laugh. “But yes! It really does look amazing!”
Poor Jimmy didn’t know what to do. Here, he’d been caught ogling my wife and now I was kidding around about it. I could tell from the look on his face that he probably just wished he could melt into the carpet.
“I, uh….” he looked around, “I think that’s everything. Um, room service is available 24/7. Don’t know if they told you that. Well, uh, anyway, if you need anything, um, just call!”
The eloquent professional who had unlocked the door for us was gone now, totally obliterated by his embarrassment. In his place was a 19-year-old kid who still wasn’t sure he wasn’t about to be killed. He was edging toward the door, obviously eager to get out of there. I smiled at him and pulled out my wallet. “Thank you very much,” I said, pressing a $20 into his hand.
“Oh, yes sir! Thank you! I… um… well, enjoy your stay!”
He scurried through the door, closing it behind him before I could reply. First Carlos, now Jimmy, I thought with a smile, Jenny was making one hell of an impression at the Hotel Sandpiper! I turned around and went to look for my wife. It came as no surprise when I had to stop and adjust my semi-erect cock so that I could walk properly. She really had looked good!
Chapter 2
Jenny was waiting for me in the bedroom, perched on the edge of the bed. I shook my head, grinning at her.
“What?” she asked.
“You seriously have no idea what you just did, do you?”
“No. What?”
“God, baby!” I bent and kissed the top of her head. “When you bent over that railing just now, you nearly killed our bellhop!”
“The bellhop? Jimmy? What do you mean? I…” Then realization dawned on her and her eyes went wide. “Oh… Oh my God! Ken! I didn’t! Did I…? I mean, did he…? Oh God!”
“Mm hmm! He got a pretty good eyeful!” I chuckled at the look of abject horror that came to her face.
Jennifer’s cheeks turned the color of ripe strawberries. “Oh my God!” she whispered again, shaking her head. “Oh shit!”
I moved to her, sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. Putting an arm around her shoulders, I pulled her to me and said, “I wouldn’t worry about it too much, honey. He didn’t look particularly offended!”
“Hmph! I’ll bet!” she snorted, biting back a grin. She turned her head to peer up at me, her big green eyes searching mine. “God, Ken! I can’t believe I did that! I’m so sorry!”
“Like I said, I’m pretty sure he enjoyed it!”
“I know, but what about you?”
“Oh, I enjoyed the view, too!”
She punched my arm. “That’s not what I mean, you jerk! God!”
“Okay! Okay!” I laughed, grabbing her hand and planting a kiss on her knuckles. “I actually thought it was kinda hot.”
She leaned back to arm’s length and stared at me as though I had two heads. “Hot?!” she said. “You thought it was hot?!”
I shrugged and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “What can I say, babe?” I whispered in her ear. “You have an amazing ass! And it was kind of exciting to see him notice you that way!”
“But… I mean… Another guy looking at your wife? You’re not mad, are you?”
“Mad? What for? Why should I be mad?” I stroked her face and smiled. “It’s not like you did it on purpose, or anything. And besides, nothing happened. You just bent over a little and he looked. No harm, no foul!
“It may sound strange, but I’m glad other men find you attractive. Sort of shows I have good taste, right?”
She looked at me for a moment and a smile crept slowly to her lips. “I guess you’re right.” She glanced toward the door. “Although, I really don’t know how I’m going to be able to look him in the eye tomorrow.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. I don’t think he’ll be looking at your eyes!”
“You’re awful! You know that?”
“Hey, I try!” I was glad to see she was finally starting to relax.
“Hot, huh?” Her hand slid down my belly to my crotch. I was hard, and she felt it. Her green eyes glowed with playful excitement. “Hmm! Looks like you really did enjoy him looking at me!”
Jenny rubbed my hard cock through my pants, teasing me. “If I’d known you liked it this much, I would’ve started flirting with other guys a long time ago!” she said, her voice soft, suggestively innocent. She kissed me.
I pulled back, confused. “Wait. I didn’t say anything about…”
She put a finger to my lips, killing my protest. “I know. Just go with it!” She winked at me. Apparently, my wife was in the mood for a little kinky fun. I nodded.
Brushing my cheek with the back of her hand, she stood and crossed to the elegant, leather bound chair that stood in the corner and took a seat, leaving me alone on the bed. With her eyes locked on mine, she casually drew one slender leg up to her chest, hugging her knee with her foot on the edge of the chair. The light fabric of her shorts slid up, drawing tight across her crotch. I could see the cameltoe outline of her plump pussy lips clearly through the fabric. When my eyes rose to hers once more, her face
wore a knowing smile.
“Too bad Jimmy isn’t here to see this!” she taunted. “I bet he’d really enjoy it!”
My mouth was suddenly dry. God! Where did that come from?! And why the hell was my cock as hard as a crowbar now? “I… I think you’re right!” My voice sounded hoarse and strange, not nearly as confident as I had intended.
“Maybe you should call down to the concierge and have them send him back up, Mr. Wilson!” she shot me an impish grin. “You could tell them your wife needs some help with a few things!”
A shower of tiny sparks exploded in my brain at her words, jealousy and arousal swirling together. “Fuuuck!” I growled, leaping to my feet and crossing to her, taking off my own t-shirt as I strode across the room. I pulled her roughly up from the chair and our lips met in a fiery kiss. I felt my mouth vibrate as she hummed in pleasure. Her tiny hands slid down my chest to my stomach, then to my belt and I felt her wrestling with the buckle.
As she fumbled with my belt, I undid the button of her shorts and eased down the zipper, my fingertips brushing lightly against the smooth fabric of the cotton panties she wore beneath. Feeling the excitement rise within me, I reached for the hem of her t-shirt and tugged it insistently upwards.
With a playful little smile, she raised her arms for me, letting me pull the shirt off over her head. Her little titties bounced as the fabric slipped up over them. No bra. She didn’t really need one. As soon as the shirt hit the floor, her hands shot back to my belt. This time, she succeeded in unbuckling it and quickly unsnapped my jeans.
She slid to her knees before me, her unbuttoned shorts still clinging to that tight little ass of hers, and tugged my jeans to my ankles. Next came my underwear. Her eager fingers found the waistband of my boxers and quickly yanked them to my knees. My ears caught her excited purr as my cock sprang free, inches from her face.
Her emerald eyes glowed with passion as she looked up at me, taking my bobbing cock, now fully erect, in her warm hand. Without breaking eye contact, she ran her hands slowly up and down my shaft, then leaned forward and swiped the tip with her pink little tongue. My moan seemed to be the signal she was waiting for, and now she opened wide and welcomed me into the splendid heat of her mouth.
