Servicing Clients.
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Hotel Guest, Lydia.
Lydia Carlson was a businesswoman and operated at senior level for the travel agency which bore the family name. The firm had been founded by her grandfather 50 years earlier and had grown to be one of the most prestigious in Europe.
Lydia didn't get to her position because of her family ties, as there was a serious work ethic in the family. If you wanted success, you had to earn it. Lydia had studied at university and had worked in other travel agencies to gain experience before moving back to the family nest. Now she was head of procurement, traveling throughout Europe to contract hotels for her company.
Lydia was stunningly beautiful. An only child, with as her name would suggest, a Danish background, she had grown up in England. Despite her Scandinavian background, Lydia was not a typical tall, blond haired, blue eyed beauty, but rather a brunette with deep brown eyes. At 36 years old, she was about 5'9" with a slim athletic figure. Her tits and ass were in perfect proportion to her height and weight. Her skin positively glowed and she was always impeccably dressed.
Lydia was always guarded when she made new acquaintances, preferring to listen, and assess who it was exactly she was talking to. To some, that came across as aloof.
Knowing this, Peter wondered why she had chosen to reserve in his hotel for a midweek stay.
Peter's Hotel was a comfortable family run place with good rooms, and a good restaurant. A quiet place to relax and enjoy the garden and the local countryside, and of course the local delicacies. It was certainly not the high-end luxury resorts that Peter assumed Lydia would be used to.
To that end Peter was curious. He had googled Lydia and read extensively about her career. There was very little to glean about her private life as Lydia didn't "do" social media.
On the evening of her arrival at the hotel, Lydia decided to dine in their restaurant. Peter was delighted to be able to introduce himself to her. At 6'1" and very athletic, Peter cut an impressive figure. He was a presence wherever he went.
Lydia was seated in the restaurant. She was as usual impeccably dressed in a bias cut skirt, which reached to just below her knees, showing off her shapely calves. She wore medium heeled sandals which displayed her perfectly manicured toes. Her blouse was a silk round neck with short sleeves. Her wavy hair tumbled down to just below her shoulder. Around her neck she wore a colorful silk scarf.
Lydia smiled at Peter as he approached. Her smile lit up the room.
"Good evening, Mrs. Carlson." He said.
"It's Miss Carlson." She replied, "And please, call me Lydia."
Peter blushed a little. "My apologies, Lydia." He said awkwardly. "My name is Peter Talbot. I am the owner of the hotel, and I am delighted you have chosen to stay with us. If we can do anything to make your stay more comfortable, please let me know."
Lydia raised an eyebrow and laughed gently. "Hmm, anything?" she asked with a grin.
"Of course." Peter said. "We're at your service. It's lovely to meet you. I'm sure we will see each other during your stay."
"Well, I certainly hope so." Replied Lydia, smiling.
"Great." Said Peter. "Enjoy your meal, I will see you at breakfast tomorrow."
"Thank you so much Peter." Lydia replied. "May I call you Peter."
"Of course, Lydia," Peter replied. He was a little flustered. Was she flirting or was she just simply an incredibly charming woman.
The next day.
Peter was, as always, up at dawn to prepare breakfast for the hotel guests. This was his favorite part of the working day. An hour and a half undisturbed work, preparing an extensive breakfast buffet for his guests enjoyment.
Breakfast started at 7.30am, but at 7.15 Peter heard someone enter the restaurant. Luckily everything was ready, so he just switched on the lights and the background music.
As usual he entered the restaurant, to greet his guests. To his surprise, it was Lydia. Dressed in a simple sweatshirt and shorts, she was as beautiful as the evening before. Her hair was wrestled into a ponytail, which accentuated her pretty face. Her high cheekbones and dimpled cheeks made her even more beautiful than Peter had observed.
"So, the early bird." Peter joked.
"Gets the first worm." Lydia replied.
"Are you calling me a worm?" Peter asked, feigning shock.
They both laughed. Peter explained everything on the buffet, and Lydia listened patiently, despite having stayed in hundreds of hotels for her work. She thought it sweet that Peter took the time to show her how everything worked.
Peter was excited. He couldn't explain what this beautiful, charming woman did to him, but he felt like a teenager with a crush, in her presence.
"So, Peter," Lydia said. "I was thinking of going for a hike through the hills today. Can you recommend a route?"
"How far would you like to walk?" Peter asked.
"Well, I like to keep in shape, so at least 10k." Lydia replied.
"No problem." Peter replied. "But you should be aware that the routes are not really well marked. You need to be able to read a topographical map for most routes."
"Hmm. That is one thing I am not great at." Lydia replied. "Maybe you could recommend a guide?"
"Ah," said Peter. "At such short notice, a guide will be difficult. But if you would like me to guide you, I am free at 11."
"That sounds lovely. Will you order a packed lunch for us to take away?" Lydia asked.
"Leave it to me." Peter replied. He was secretly thrilled to be able to accompany Lydia for the afternoon.
The walk.
At 11 sharp, Peter stood in the lounge, ready with a rucksack containing a lunch he had prepared himself. A bottle of champagne, Pâté de Fois gras, Local cheeses and meat cuts and of course, fresh bread and a basket of strawberries. Peter was laying it on for this walk.
Lydia appeared from the lift, a vision to his eyes. She had her hiking shoes on, and long socks. Her shorts were loose around her ass and a sort of combat style. Above her shorts she had a tight Lycra shirt which accentuated her tits. She was clearly not wearing a bra. A silk scarf tied like a bandana covered her head with her hair in a ponytail out the back, and a pair of designer sunglasses completed the look.
She looked like a model from a camping catalogue.
"Peter!" she cried. "How nice of you to go to all this effort for me."
"It is my pleasure." Peter replied. "Shall we?"
They left the hotel. Peter had chosen a route up into the hills via a number of steep climbs to a perfect picnic spot. At first the going was easy, and they chatted amicably about the local countryside and history.
Later as the climbs became steeper, there was little time for conversation as they needed to save their breath. Peter helped Lydia up the steeper paths by leading and offered her a hand when the incline was very steep. Lydia was not inclined to let Peter see that she couldn't keep up, but he was a very experienced rambler.
Most of the time, Peter walked behind Lydia furtively admiring her perfect ass.
Finally, after about 6k, they reached the picnic spot that Peter had planned. It was a huge rock which balanced on the edge of the highest hill. The view over the countryside was amazing.
Lydia, sat down on the rock and stared in amazement at the view. She smiled serenely.
Peter made himself busy unpacking the lunch. He laid out a picnic blanket on the rock. When everything was ready, he said in a soft voice.
"Madam, Lunch is served."
Lydia laughed. "I'll bet you think that's how I was raised."
Peter replied. "No not at all. I just thought it was funny."
"It is funny." Lydia answered. "But let me tell you a little about me."
Peter perked up, keen to know more about this beautiful enigmatic woman.
Lydia began. "I am an only child. I grew up in a wealthy family and had a wonderful childhood. We had lots of friends where we lived and there were always fun things going on in our house and the neighbors houses.
My parents worked very hard to make their business successful, and I learned from an early age that if you want success, you have to work for it.
I never really had boyfriends, except for one who broke my heart. I was determined never to feel the pain of giving my heart and soul to someone, only to have them stamp on it. As an only child, I learned to amuse myself, and if I am honest, I like my own company.
I have had many casual relationships. Mostly to satisfy my sexual needs. But I don't commit to relationships. That is why I never married. I just like to be alone at the end of the day."
Peter blushed. "Wow that is very open and honest. How do you do that? The casual relationship thing?" he asked.
"Well, I got you to come with me today." Lydia replied, smiling at him. She winked at him.
Peter blushed even more.
"Oh, come on." Lydia said. "You don't think I didn't notice you admiring my ass? Did you think I put on this outfit because it was practical?"
"I guess not." Peter replied sheepishly. "But you are stunning. Why would you be interested in me?"
"Peter." Lydia replied. "You are handsome, and very charming. Most of the guys I meet are so full of themselves, and generally looking for some arm candy. That's not me. You seem honest and candid. And you listen without interrupting which tells me you are genuinely interested in what I have to say. That is not only refreshing, but a welcome change."
Peter smiled. He poured two glasses of champagne and laid toast with foie gras on a plate and joined Lydia on the rock. They sat there on the blanket enjoying the view, the food and champagne.
Peter jumped up. "And now the strawberries."
He grabbed the basket and took a strawberry between his fingers. Lydia laid herself out on the blanket.
Peter leaned over her and fed her the strawberry. As she opened her mouth, he poured a sip of champagne into her mouth and then a strawberry.
Lydia closed her lips around the strawberry and sucked on it suggestively before taking it completely in her mouth.
She had Peter's full attention and there was a stirring in his trousers.
Lydia looked carefully around, and seeing no one else, she pulled her Lycra shirt up above her head exposing her tits. Peter took a deep breath, she looked amazing.
Peter took another strawberry and traced it over her tits, circling her nipples only to finally bring it to her lips.
Lydia took a small bite.
Peter repeated the action, coating Lydia's exposed tits with strawberry juice and returning to her lips.
He bent over Lydia and began to lick the juice from her, concentrating on her tits. Lydia gasped as Peter licked around her nipples, causing them to rise to attention.
Lydia groaned in anticipation of the next round.
"Oh, do go on kind sir," she giggled.
Peter moved downward on her body. He planted kisses on her nipples, her ribs, down to her navel. He poured a little champagne in her navel and licked it out with his tongue.
He fumbled with her shorts until Lydia helped him by opening the button and pulling down the zipper. Peter pulled on the sides of her shorts. They slid easily down her thighs and to Peter's delight she was not wearing underwear. Her cunt was trimmed short but not completely bare. There was a small triangle of hair just above her mound.
Peter slid Lydia's shorts down to her ankles and over her hiking shoes. Now he understood why she had chosen loose shorts.
Lydia was lying in her almost naked magnificence on the rock. The hiking shoes and long socks looked almost comical. Peter couldn't believe his luck having this goddess before him.
Peter moved further down Lydia's body until he reached her pubic mound.
He gently licked the outer lips of her cunt, slowly moving along her weeping slit. As he moved upwards Peter inserted a finger between Lydia's folds. She gasped in anticipation and pulled her gently.
Lydia cried out. "Oh! That is so good!"
Peter went to work with two fingers in Lydia's sopping cunt. He curled his forefinger upwards to massage her g-spot.
Lydia began to buck with her hips. She was getting close to her point of no return.
Peter stopped. He knew she was close.
Lydia whimpered. "Ah! don't stop."
Peter waited. He waited until Lydia's breathing slowed. Then he attacked her cunt again. His mouth on her clit, his fingers moving in and out.
Lydia was soon close again, and again Peter stopped.
Lydia was desperate. "Please Peter," she begged, "I need to come."
Peter waited again until Lydia's breathing returned to normal. Lydia's impatience was obvious in her pleading eyes.
Peter took Lydia's shorts and laid them under her ass.
Now he moved between her legs. His cock was rock hard.
Lydia opened her legs. She reached down, opened his zipper and freed his rock hard cock. She took it in her hand and stroked it gently. It was as if she was appraising the goods.
"Ooh nice." She said, " I do like a bit of girth. Put it inside me, please." She pleaded.
"I'm glad you approve." Peter joked.
He didn't hesitate and aimed his cock to her opening.
Peter pushed gently into Lydia. She groaned. It was as if her cunt had been waiting for him. She was wet and it felt like his cock was being sucked into her warm folds. He kept pushing until he bottomed out.
"Fuck me, Peter. I need to come so badly." Lydia pleaded.
Slowly thrusting in and out, Peter was reveling in the sensation of Lydia's silken folds.
The champagne and the warmth of the rock added to the surreal feel. Peter was in ecstasy. He had never imagined that he would make love to such a beautiful woman.
She made his head spin whenever she was near him. Even now her perfume penetrated to the depths of his brain. Her smell, her voice, the feel of her body, washed over him like a high he had never felt before.
Slowly, gently, they made love in the sunshine, on that rock.
They were both floating in a cloud of wanton lust. They kissed, and licked and bit every part of each other as if they wanted to eat each other up.
Peter was sucking and biting on Lydia's nipples, giving her pulsating shocks over her whole body. Lydia poked her tongue in Peter's ear doing the same to him. She drew him further into her by wrapping her legs around his ass and pulling him.
Peter upped the tempo. He started to increase the power of his strokes and was slamming his cock to the bottom of her cunt with every stroke.
Lydia pushed her hips to meet him.
Her face was contorted with pleasure, and you could see that something huge was building. With every stroke she made a small grunt.
"Uh, oh oh oh oh oh." She grunted. "Hmm, hmm, hmm." she almost sang it out like a mantra.
They were looking into each other's eyes. Their breathing was simultaneous. And then.
"Yes! Yes!" Lydia cried out. She clamped onto Peter. "I'm cumming!" she cried out.
Peter slammed into her. Lydia's cunt began to squirt juice along Peter's cock and over his balls.
Lydia's arms were wrapped around onto Pete's back, and she dug in with her perfectly manicured nails, scratching stripes horizontally over Peter's back.
Peter didn't feel it. He was so obsessed with the feel of his cock being milked by Lydia's cunt that everything else was blocked out. He kept on slamming into Lydia, who had now passed her orgasm and gotten a second wind. Now she was crying out with every stroke.
"Give it to me Peter. I want your seed in me."
Peter felt his seed rise and knew it would not be long. A few hard strokes later he filled Lydia's cunt with his hot cum. Lydia came too, but this time it was a series of small orgasms, which caused her to gasp for breath as if she was drowning in a sea of lust.
They lay together on the rock, holding each other close and murmuring sweet nothings to each other.
From somewhere close by they heard voices. Two ramblers were close and having a conversation about the noises they had just heard. But they couldn't really find where it had come from.
Peter put his finger to Lydia's lips as if to tell her to be silent. She nodded.
Peter crept to the edge of the rock and peeked over. There below was a young couple reading a map. Peter withdrew and crept back to Lydia. With first a kiss on her lips he whispered.
"Tourists. We had better get dressed and head back."
Lydia smiled and quickly began to dress herself. Peter was packing the picnic up when the tourists appeared just next to the rock.
The woman blushed and turned to look knowingly at her partner. He in turn also blushed.
Lydia threw her head back and laughed. She found it hilarious.
Peter and Lydia walked back to the hotel hand in hand. Now and then they exchanged a passionate kiss.
It was late afternoon by the time they got back, and they separated discretely before entering the hotel.
Lydia was tired and wanted to go for a swim and a sauna. She told Peter that she would be having an early night. Peter, too, was tired and wished her a good night's rest.
He went to his office to catch up on the day's work. Unable to concentrate, he left early and went home.
Both Lydia and Peter slept like babies.
Day two.
Peter rose early as usual to prepare breakfast for the hotel guests. He started a little earlier than usual in anticipation of Lydia's arrival in the breakfast restaurant.
He was however disappointed to see that Lydia had ordered room service for 7am. By the time Peter was ready the breakfast had already been delivered.
Lydia, it seemed, had already left for the day. Probably to go shopping, or maybe for a sightseeing tour of the local area.
Peter mooched around the office for most of the day, unable to concentrate on the work.
Before he left, Peter decided to check a few guest rooms to ensure that housekeeping were working to the high standards he had set. One of those rooms was Lydia's suite.
Peter was obsessed. He missed her so badly, even though they barely knew each other.
He looked in the wardrobe. There was a collection of silk scarves hanging on a clothes hanger along with several very stylish outfits. The hiking outfit was tossed in a suitcase, obviously not planned to be used again for this trip.
Peter felt weird snooping around the room of a woman he had only yesterday fucked in the great outdoors. He even thought that it was a little creepy to look through her closet like this.
Peter checked the room thoroughly. In the drawer of the bedside table, his attention was caught by a shiny object. Lying in its box was a bullet vibrator. Silver colored, it was not more than 3 or four inches long. Peter couldn't resist and pressed the 'on' button. To his shock, the vibrator was very powerful. He shivered, and quickly switched it off and placed it back in the box.
He left around 3pm and planned to come back in the evening to check on dinner.
At around 7pm, Peter came back to check on the dinner service. It was a slow evening in the restaurant and after some banter with the kitchen and service staff he went to his office to catch up.
Peter had done some thinking in the afternoon and had come to a decision.
If Lydia was avoiding him because of yesterday, then that was okay. She had told him that she did not commit to relationships, so he was forewarned.
At the same time, he was intoxicated by her. Her scent, her body, her smile. Everything about Lydia filled his thoughts.
Looking at the orders for the evening, he saw that Lydia had again ordered room service. A club sandwich and a glass of chardonnay.
Disappointed that he would probably not see her, decided to finish up and was packing his stuff for departure when a receptionist popped her head into the office.
"Excuse me, Peter," she said. "Room 112 is asking if someone can have a look at her air conditioning. It doesn't seem to be cooling. Sorry to bother you, but maintenance has already left."
Peter took a sharp breath. Room 112 was Lydia's suite.
"Okay, I'll have a look," he replied.
Peter left his office and grabbed the hotel toolbox and headed for the lift. His heart was pounding, and his hands were sweating.
"What if she doesn't want to see me?" he thought.
He exited the lift on the first floor and walked slowly to room 112. Peter paused before knocking.
"Who is it?" came the reply in the sweetest voice Peter had ever heard.
"Maintenance." Peter replied.
"Just a moment." came the reply.
Peter heard the lock, then the door opened, and he was greeted by Lydia in a silk dressing gown which reached to just below her pert ass. She was clearly naked under the gown.
Peter gasped in admiration.
"You had a problem with the air conditioning?" he asked.
Lydia smiled and grabbed him around the waist, hugging him and pulling him close.
"No silly, I just wanted to see you. I missed you so much all day, and I haven't been able to think about anything else. I admit that I was avoiding you as I always do when I have a casual date, but it didn't work."
Lydia kissed his neck, his cheek, his eyes and finally his lips.
"That's better," she said.
Peter dropped the toolbox, smiling.
"So, you were avoiding me," he said. "And I was afraid you didn't like me."
"That's not it," Lydia replied. "I am scared of what you awoke in me yesterday. Normally I can detach myself from the person I'm dating, but with you it's different. I can't get you out of my head and that scares me witless."
"Well," said Peter. "If it's any consolation, the same is true for me." I have spent the whole day mooching around, not being able to concentrate."
"Let's talk." Lydia said.
And they did talk. For hours and hours.
Lydia told of her frustration with her work, and the attitude of her male colleagues toward her. They saw her as a bimbo, who got her job because of her family ties.
And the women who thought that she had slept her way to the top, despite knowing that her father was at the head of the company.
That was why she was always away from the office. She hated that she always had to make the critical decisions and relished the moments when someone else would take charge and decide for her.
Sometimes, she wished that she could simply put herself in someone else's hands.
She told of how she had suffered for years from a lack of self-confidence after the trauma of her ex-boyfriend. He had chipped away at her. She was not thin enough, or pretty enough. She was not smart enough and made the wrong decisions.
He isolated her from her family and friends. She finally saw the light when an ex-girlfriend of his got in touch to warn her that he was only focused on getting her money. She kicked him out and decided never to fully trust anyone ever again.
And yet she missed that. Being able to trust someone unequivocally. Just to be able to sit back and let someone else take the wheel.
Peter listened attentively, not interrupting. He felt her pain and was angry that anyone could hurt this beautiful woman.
"You do understand that we can never have a permanent relationship Peter, don't you?" Lydia asked.
"Yes." Replied Peter. "And that frustrates me. I have never been so intoxicated by someone as I have by you."
"I know what you mean." Lydia said. "But my work and my family are very important to me, and I can't see myself settling here. I am just not the type of person who can stay in one place. I have never felt this emotion, excitement, arousal, call it what you want, with someone before I met you, Peter."
She kissed him softly on the lips.
"I have been walking around all day on a sexual high. My cunt has been tingling at the thought of us making love again." She paused. "It's weird. We don't really know each other, and yet I feel I've known you for a thousand years Peter."
She leaned against him on the sofa and Peter caressed her, rubbing gently, absentmindedly, along her arm.
"Hmm." Lydia purred. "I could sit like this forever. But I want to make love to you Peter. Sweet, passionate, unbridled sex."
Peter smiled. "Well, now that you mentioned it, a small part of me wants the same."
Lydia threw her head back and laughed. "It's hardly small Peter."
Peter laughed too. "No, not anymore." He replied.
A Submissive Gesture.
Lydia stood up from the sofa and extended her hand. "Come, let's go to the bed and continue this conversation."
She opened her gown and let it slide to the floor, standing in her naked glory in front of Peter.
"I want you to take me Peter. Every way you can."
Her face betrayed a wanton desire.
Peter stood and pulled Lydia to him. He looked her deep in the eyes. "Do you want me to take the wheel, my beautiful, intoxicating goddess?"
Lydia blushed. "Yes, please do." She replied.
She turned away from Peter and walked to the bed sashaying her beautiful ass as she went.
Peter stripped in seconds and followed her to the bed. Lydia laid on her back and smiled at him.
A hunger arose in Peter. He wanted to consume this woman.
He laid himself beside her and roamed with his hands over her body. He massaged and pinched every erogenous zone that he could find.
Lydia felt Peter touch her, and every touch was like a fire going through her body. She had been feeling this all day, hunkering for his hands on her.
Peter was brushing his fingers over her. Very gently, as if a butterfly was landing on her. It was excruciatingly erotic.
Peter began to kiss his way over her. He started at her feet and took his time to explore every tiny bit of her. He did not skip any part of her, working his way up her legs, to her knees, upward to her thighs and close, so close to her weeping cunt.
Lydia was so turned on. Her brain was in a fugue. All she could do was breathe and react to Peter's silken touch. Peter kissed her outer lips eliciting a gasp from Lydia, but he continued upwards over her pubic mound, to her navel, her ribs and her tits. Lydia was on fire with desire.
Peter planted tiny kisses on her tits, then on her nipples which were already straining and standing straight out.
He continued upwards, between her tits, to the nape of her neck. Gentle kisses, driving Lydia wild. He kissed her behind the ear, on the ear and whispered. "What now, my love?"
"Oh my god Peter, I am on fire. But you are in charge."
"Ok. You're sure?" asked Peter.
"Do with me as you will." Replied Lydia. She was aroused like never before.
Peter stood from the bed and went to her closet. He took the scarves he had seen earlier.
He approached the bed and asked. "Shall we play a little game? I want to tie you up, but only if you want that."
"Yes, do it." Lydia replied. She was even more aroused at the thought of relinquishing control to Peter.
"I promise I won't hurt you." Peter said.
Lydia smiled.
"Put your hands above your head." Peter commanded.
Lydia did as he asked.
Peter made a loop with a scarf for each hand. He bound the hands together and secured the scarves to the headboard through an opening in the trellis. Lydia had her hands clasped together above her head.
Next, Peter bound Lydia's legs each to the corner legs at the end of the bed.
Lydia laid there spread-eagled, helpless and exposed. She started to come from the excitement. "Oh my god Peter, I'm cumming already." She gasped.
"You ain't seen nothing yet." Peter relied with a mock cowboy accent.
He smiled. "You don't need to worry. I won't hurt you. You will tell me if you feel uncomfortable, won't you?"
"I trust you Peter, and yes I will tell you." Lydia replied.
Peter knelt at the end of the bed and leaned forward running his hands slowly up Lydia's legs. He slid upwards along her thighs close to her sex. He could smell her and feel the heat she was radiating.
Lydia's breathing was ragged. She wanted him to take her leaking cunt now!
But Peter had other ideas. He crawled onto the bed and moved his hands up to Lydia's hard nipples. He gave each one a gentle pinch sending shockwaves through Lydia.
He bent forward and kissed her delicious tits. He licked her nipples and took them in his mouth, biting gently.
Lydia's brain was not functioning normally anymore. The feeling of not being in control was so alien and so erotic to her, and Peter's touch was driving her crazy with lust. She had regressed to animalistic needs.
Peter was torturing her in the gentlest way possible. He left her tits and moved up to her mouth. He kissed her passionately. Her tongue probed his lips and they were battling with their tongues. Peter broke off the kiss and moved to Lydia's perfectly shaven armpit. He kissed her there, and moved to the other side where he kissed her too.
Lydia didn't know that this was an erogenous zone but it drove even wilder now. She was straining the scarves that held her bound and vulnerable, but she really did not want to be released.
Peter came back to kiss her mouth, then moved to her ear. He kissed her behind the ear and whispered "Are you ready for me now?"
Lydia gasped. "Oh yes Peter, I am ready. I have never been turned on so much in my life."
"Good," said Peter. "Enjoy the ride."
Peter moved slowly down Lydia's body planting kisses as he went.
He reached her mound and gently parted her labia. He licked gently from the bottom to the top, tasting Lydia's sweet nectar.
When Peter reached her clit, he kissed it and took it between his lips, licking it all the while with his tongue.
This drove Lydia wild and she started trying to thrash with her bound legs. Peter could see the muscles in her calves and her thighs straining.
Lydia came. A crashing orgasm riding over her like a tidal wave. She squirted over Peter's face.
But Peter was not done yet. He continued to kiss and lick her clit and inserted a finger into Lydia's leaking cunt. Lydia was panting as if she had just run a marathon, gasping for breath.
Peter moved his finger in and out Lydia. Her orgasm had washed over her and subsided a little, but she was still intensely aroused.
Peter kept going, teasing her to another high point. Lydia could not believe how aroused she was.
Just as Lydia felt she would come again, Peter stopped. He waited.
Lydia hung suspended in time, wanting, needing Peter to go on.
She came down from the high a little. Peter reached out to the bedside table and took out Lydia's bullet vibrator. He switched it on and marveled at its power.
Lydia's eyes went as wide as a saucer as he placed the vibrator at the entrance to her cunt and moved upwards to her clit. All she could do was make an "O" with her lips. No sound escaped.
Her brain was scrambled. No words formed.
Peter teased her clit with the bullet.
And then. A tsunami. It built and built. Every fiber in her body was on fire. Lydia felt like she would pass out, but her body wanted this. Blood rushed to her skin, to her cunt. She could feel every nerve pulsating. And boom!
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Umm! Umm! Uh! My fucking gawd!" she screamed her mantra again.
It just kept going. She was completely out of control and loving it. Peter had brought her to a high so intoxicating she never wanted to come down. This was unexplored territory for Lydia.
Peter watched Lydia's face contort itself into a grimace of pleasure and pain simultaneously. He relished her pleasure.
His cock was like a steel rod, turned on by the pleasure of watching Lydia.
Lydia lay panting on the bed. She couldn't think of any words. Wave after wave of orgasm swept through her and she twitched with each one.
But Peter was still not done. He waited patiently.
When Lydia had stopped twitching, she whispered to him. "That was the most amazing orgasm I have ever had Peter. You are a wicked, wicked man."
Peter reached out and touched her nipple. "Want some more?" he asked.
"I'm not sure I can take more," Lydia replied, "But I'm willing to try."
With that Peter slid up to kiss her on the lips, his hard cock level with her dripping cunt.
"Yes Peter, I want you in me." Lydia cooed.
He gently entered her. It was easy as she was already very wet. With strong slow strokes he pushed in and out, each time withdrawing his cock until only the head was in her, and then gently thrusting forward until he bottomed out.
This was not fucking. It was slow, gentle lovemaking.
Lydia moaned softly. "Peter, you are killing me."
They continued their lovemaking for some time. Pleasuring each other.
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Lydia asked Peter. "Can you untie me, my lover. I want to hold you."
Peter untied her hands, and then her feet.
She reached around him with her legs and pulled him to her, wanting to get as much of him inside her as possible.
They kissed passionately.
Lydia couldn't believe it, she felt another orgasm building. This time it was not as explosive as the first two, but rather a slow burner.
Peter felt his balls get tighter and knew it wouldn't be long before he too reached orgasm.
Lydia came again. She held Peter tight to her as if she didn't want to fall off him. Peter thrust into her and exploded his seed deep in her.
Exhausted, they both lay in each other's arms. Lydia turned her back to Peter and they spooned.
He draped his arm over her and cupped her tit.
Lydia sighed.
Peter heard her sob, and rolled her over. He asked "What's the matter my love?"
"Nothing, nothing at all." Lydia replied. "It's just that after this perfect night I realize what I have been missing for so long. You touched me Peter in places I have kept hidden to myself for most of my life. Your unselfish lovemaking is so different to all of the men I have had. They mostly only want to please themselves and have no regard for my needs."
"Well, I am glad I could give you that." Peter replied, kissing her tears away. "You are an amazing woman and I had so much pleasure watching your pleasure, if that makes sense."
"I'm also sad, Peter." Said Lydia. "Sad because I can't have you every day. But I realize that in time the intensity of our lovemaking will wear off and we would settle into a relationship. I don't want that."
Peter nodded. "I know." He said. "Maybe we can just meet now and then, when you are in the area and in the mood. You know, friends with benefits. That would keep it fresh."
Lydia thought about it and smiled. "You know Peter, I don't normally do this, but yes. Let's keep in touch. No commitments, just delicious raunchy sex when I am in town. I won't be able to travel here often, but I will try to come to see you a couple of times a year."
Peter laughed. "Delicious raunchy sex? Is that all? I have enjoyed your company so much these last few days, I thought we were becoming friends."
"We are friends Peter." Lydia replied. "You have been a great listener and a great love maker. What more can a gal want?
Peter laughed. "Thank you, Lydia. That is a fine compliment. But now, I need to leave. It wouldn't do for the hotel staff to find me here in the morning."
"Ah yes." Lydia replied. "We mustn't sully your reputation."
Peter kissed her and reluctantly arose from the bed. He started to dress but was interrupted by Lydia jumping up to hug him.
"I'm going to miss you tonight, my cunt is definitely going to miss you." She winked at him, kissed him on the lips and slipped back onto the bed.
Peter left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He took the fire escape and exited the hotel to head homewards.
The next day was departure for Lydia. She packed her suitcases reluctantly and headed down for breakfast. As usual she was early, and delighted to see Peter waiting for her. She kissed him and gave him a hug.
"Oh, I don't want to leave. I had such a good time with you." She said,
"All good things come to an end," Peter replied. Inwardly he was also very sad that Lydia had to leave.
"But as you said, your work and your family are important to you, and you must take care of them too. I will miss you terribly of course, but I will be looking forward to our next meeting. Parting is such sweet sorrow, as they say."
Peter left Lydia to enjoy her breakfast. She was not really hungry and just had a cappuccino and a croissant.
Later, when she came to the reception to check out, she saw Peter waiting for her.
Smiling to her he said. "Thank you so much for staying with us Lydia, it has been a pleasure to serve you."
Ignoring the giggles from behind the reception desk, he took Lydia's hand and shook it.
"Damn, it. Someone has seen me. Oh well." He thought.
Lydia replied. "It has been a great stay, Peter. Thank you for everything."
Peter heard more giggling, and smiled to himself, secretly enjoying the situation.
Lydia paid and left. Peter felt as if there was an empty space inside him. He didn't feel like working and gave himself a day off to go walking and to clear his mind. He needed to give this a place.
Lydia arrived back at the office the next day. She was pleasantly surprised to find a lovely bouquet of flowers waiting at her desk. There was a card with it in a small envelope. On the card were three letters and a name. "F W B Peter" there was a small heart under the text.
Lydia blushed as her secretary Angela walked in. "Ooh, a secret admirer?" she asked.
"No," said Lydia, "a friend" and thought "With benefits." She blushed again and Angela looked at her trying to work out what was in Lydia's mind.
"So, what's been going on since I was gone?" Lydia asked. And then her work day started.
To be continued in part 5, Based on a post by Ostrich Mack for Literotica.