Choice Tales from the Vale – (347) The Birthday Treat (Part 3)

Greg paid the cab fare, and once inside the foyer with its expanse of marble floor and classical pillars they went straight to the rather grand reception desk.

After registering the receptionist handed Greg the key card and asked if they needed a porter, he accepted the former and declined the latter and they walked briskly to the lift, to find one waiting for them so they immediately entered and pressed floor 5.

The doors began to close but at the last moment a walking stick appeared in the gap and the doors opened again to reveal a rather large overdressed elderly woman who then gingerly stepped into the lift and pressed 5, thus denying them valuable groping time.

The doors closed and the lift slowly ascended and for no apparent reason stopped at every floor.

When they reached the 5^th floor the large lady exited first and unfortunately was going their way and was also in their way.

She walked very slowly down the middle of the corridor and because of her great size they couldn’t pass her.

So, after what seemed like an age, they reached their room, on the doorknob of which, was a room service menu.

But Greg already knew what kind of service Jane wanted once they got in the room, but she was having trouble with the electronic key, so he took the menu card off the doorknob

“Would you like to select from the room service menu madam?” he asked in his best French waiter voice as she struggled with the lock.

Eventually after she paused and took a deep breath it worked and the door opened, so she threw her case into the vestibule, followed by her coat.

But she didn’t answer his question, instead she just grabbed his belt and pulled him into the room, and he dragged his bag behind him.

Once inside Jane quickly closed the door and began undoing his belt.

With great manual dexterity she unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers, and yanked his cock out and said

“I’ll have a large portion of this”

Although he didn’t do small portions as he was very well hung

“A very good selection madam” he said in French waiter again “and where would madam like it served?”

She let go of his cock and wriggled out of her skirt and then to his great surprise she ripped a hole in the crotch of her tights pulled her panties to one side.

“Right here and right now” she said in a very saucy “Allo Allo” voice and with her arms wrapped around his neck she hoisted herself onto him.

His cock was so hard, and her pussy was so wet and welcoming it only took two attempts with him gripping a buttock in each hand before he achieved full penetration.

“Oh God that’s so good” she exclaimed and then she kissed his mouth and she snorted through her nose as she rose and fell on his substantial shaft.

When they stopped kissing, Jane tongued his ear and her course rasping breaths urged him on.

Greg pushed her back against the vestibule wall and thrust deeply into her and she moaned in grateful receipt of each length.

Having her pinned against the wall and with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her legs gripped his hips, he was afforded the luxury of liberating her tits from their lacy bondage.

His left hand was engaged as an anchor on the doorframe, but his right was free and went immediately up inside her sweater.

As he tried to insert his hand between the lacy prison and its occupant, he pushed the bra upwards and the under wire stabbed his hand, undeterred however he bravely persevered and groped the round plump breast.

As he squeezed her tit and toyed with her erect nipple, the tempo was increasing and her moans were growing louder as was the sound of her buttocks slapping against the plaster as he continued banging her against the wall.

As they reached the summit they were both tiring and he was beginning to think they might have to adjourn to the bedroom when they suddenly found their second wind and drove on until through gritted teeth her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and with a yelp she cried out in orgasm and he came seconds later emptying his aching sack into her.

They stood there locked in passions embrace for an indeterminate period, neither of them would have known quite how long, they just knew that it felt so good and that they could have stayed there forever.

“Damn” she panted, “that’s what I call room service”

Then Jane laughed lustily, which made her muscles contract randomly around his shaft and caused him to twitch.

“Hmmm” they murmured

 

Not a bad first night at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel, having exorcised their considerable lust in the vestibule of their room, they remained in lustful embrace, Jane in his arms, impaled on his shaft and pinned to the wall, until she needed to pee

So, he set her down on the floor and kissed her slowly and sensually, then they opened the inner door and entered the room properly for the first time.

Jane needed the loo too much to examine the room in detail, so while she went in the bathroom, he carried the bags in and tried not to listen to her peeing.

When she had finished in the bathroom, she walked out wearing her sweater and no bra, with her nipples standing proud and although the garment was long it still left a tantalizing portion of her bush visible.   

In one hand she was carrying a pink bra in the other a pair of wet knickers,

“You have decimated my underwear,” she announced exasperated

“Three pairs of tights, two pairs of soiled knickers and a broken bra”

He did think to point out that he wasn’t present when the first pair of tights were ruined and the third pair were down to her, but he decided not to as he had no defense in regard to the second pair and anyway he was really enjoying looking at her bush, but then she threw her wet knickers at his face and said

“Stop looking at my muff while I’m telling you off”

She was laughing as she picked up her dirty pants and rubbed them in his face.

“I hope you don’t think this is a punishment,” he said

“Urgh you’re disgusting” she exclaimed and then she hugged him.

 

They deliberated briefly on what they should do next, eat in the room, or quickly freshen up and go out and find an eatery, they decided on the latter and twenty minutes later, wearing jeans and trainers they were crossing the Hotel lobby and just as they reached the main door Jane sneezed.

“Oh, shit there goes another pair,” she said, and he laughed.

“It’s not funny” she said, “I’ve only got one pair left”

Greg was still laughing when she punched his arm and she was giggling herself as she said quietly.

“You’ve soiled three pairs of knickers in one day and now I need to buy some more”

“You could always go commando,” he suggested

“I can’t do that” Jane exclaimed, quite mortified but still chuckling “I’m not a tart”

That set the tone for the evening and when they found a restaurant, they entertained themselves by identifying the patrons who might be “commando”

When they returned to the Hotel, they finished the night off making love in bed, which was a much more tender and restrained union than their earlier one but every bit as pleasurable for all that.