Hotel Encounters (closed for AndreaSubbie)

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Paul and his family had been at the high end resort hotel for about three days. Already into his three week vacation, he felt work calling him back. The 41 year old, six foot tall father of two, with one on the way was trying to stay informed and have fun with his family. Too much fun actually. He constantly wanted sex from his newly pregnant wife, took liberties with their nanny, and wasn't done. He took a little too much time on the beach whenever there were available or unavailable women looking the way he liked...

He showered and dressed for dinner. The dining room was really fancy, dress up every night. His wife looked amazing in her new gowns, let out for her small, growing belly, and she still liked to wear heels at this stage of her pregnancy. He couldn't complain, she was amazing in bed, just not as available as he liked. He took care of things in the shower and they had an understanding that whenever, wherever she was encouraged to get him off and he would be appreciative. The children were taxing though. With two small ones, vacation was hard to enjoy. Luckily they had Trystan. A young woman they met through friends, Trystan helped with kid control and was nice to look at too. Paul enjoyed his wife more than once while thinking about their nanny. He wondered if Trystan ever told anyone about her job interview...the one where she promised Paul "anything" he needed while she lived in his house. He had exercised that part of her contract already, on nights his wife was not interested.

They were ready for their 6Pm reservations in the main ballroom. Paul was hungry. He was horny, but what else was new. He had to behave, at least for now.
 
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Andrea approached the table with her Order Pad ready, putting on her best charming smile which always seemed to help with getting tips. That was one thing about working in Florida, the customers really knew how to tip a waitress! Unlike back home in England.

Of course, when you're a slim white pretty brunette with 34c acoutrements, its not to difficult to get tips. Especially from older men. But hey, a girl like to be appreciated. And the uniform of tight white blouse with 2 buttons undone, fitted skirt above the knee, dark stockings (tights were too hot for Florida), a small white pinney apron, and 1" black heels showed off her figure nicely ina not too obvious way, unlike the Hooters job she'd applied for at the same time.

They looked like a typical young vacation family, with two little ones and a third on the way.
"Are you ready to order, sir?" She asked, looking the man in the eye. He was older than she'd thought at first. Probably his height and fitness had misled her, but she flashed him her 'smile' hoping he might be a generous tipper. He was certainly dressed well, as was his wife. They clearly had money.

"Would you like a little more time? And can I get anyhting for the children while you're deciding? II'm sure we have some little toys and coloring things they'd like?"
 
"Hi, it's really nice to see you." Paul said. "I'm very hungry and my children are cranky too" He said eyeing Andrea and noticing her very colorful bra, hiding behind her open shirt. I would love some red wine, my wife will stick with tea, and milk for the boy. We have baby food for the toddler. Trystan, A coke?" Paul enjoyed eating with his sexy wife, a built young woman who might be his daughter, might be his nanny, and might be hired....and being served by a sexy, mature waitress? He was getting hard under the table.

Paul noticed Anrdrea's figure, looked a little too long at her waist and legs then got back to reality. "Uh, what else, honey?" he said looking at his wife. He had married Marissa after college, after her college. He was 32 at the time, she was 23. After two children and some fighting, they decided to stay married. He loved it when she "looked after" him and hated it when he needed more...He wondered if Andrea was available for "more". "Yes I think that's it, and some menu's please, we are hungry." Paul lingered a little longer on Andrea's eyes as he said: hungry.
 
"I'm so sorry .... didn't they give you the menu when you came in?" Andrea was horrified at the oversight, especially when she remembered seeing the family check in ... they were hotel guests, not just publlic.

Slightly flustered, she hurried away and returned moments later with the menus, drinks, and apology. Andrea had noticed how the man's eyes had lingered, and hopin g to get back in his good books, she placed his wine in front of him, carefully bending to give him a generous view of her cleavage while her back was to his wife, not needing her to notice!

"I hope we can take care of your hunger Sir," she added, without really knowing why. But there was just something about him that made her want to please him.

Oh well ... straightening up, she then made a bit of a fuss of Trystan, defusng his crankiness and making him laugh.

"I'll be back in a few minutes to take your Orders Sir ... er, Order!" And blushing slightly returned to the kitchen area for a moment.
 
Paul enjoyed the waitresses concern. He watched her walk back to the kitchen. He liked her legs, her tasteful but sexy heels, her round, young bum and her strong back. "Wow, to get her behind the dining room!" he thought.

"Dear, what do you want?" He asked Marissa. "You know tonight would be great for dessert on our balcony?" Paul wanted dessert to lead to sex with his wife. Andrea's breasts were still floating when Marissa said something about fatigue and going to bed early. Could he get a quick session with the nanny? Probably not, she had her own room and would demand something like a day off or shopping privileges. He needed to turn on the heat with Andrea then. When she returned he asked a couple routine questions and got the chance to add "What time are you done here? Do you ever get a drink after work? What's a good place for that?? Being in front of his wife, children and their young nanny, Paul made is sound like he wanted a drink. Staring at Andrea hard, maybe she would be there too. His erection grew and he wondered how much of his napkin was covering his lap. Her hair, her tasteful makeup and her jewelry were too much. He was so turned on. "Do you like working here?' Was all he could think to ask.
 
"Yes Sir, I do like working here, though my duties aren't done in the Dining Room until midnight .... " trying to make it sound conversational, not like she was telling a flirtatious customer what time she finished.

"And there's a discrete bar one block down that opens even later ... Mario's Dungeon ... none of the Hotel staff go there, its too expensive for us ... if we're buying our own drinks, that is!"

"But I'm sure you and your wife would like it; most of the customers are wealthy people who know what they want and generally get what they want .." hinting thast it was a Dom / sub kind of bar, and giving away that she knew quite a lot about it!

"Are you ready to give me your Orders, Sir?" This time deliberately hinting at possibly taking things further, but subtly so his wife wouldn't detect anything
 
Paul was rock hard for this young, flirty waitress. "What would she look like with his cock in her mouth and his hands gripping her beautiful hair while he stared down in her eyes and ordered her to suck harder?" He wondered.

"Marios' huh? I'll try to stop by. I have to put the kids down first though. Honey, do you mind if I step out for a drink later?" Marissa mumbled something from behind her menu and Paul rolled his eyes. "That sounds great, I hope you're there! I'll speak to the manager for you if you like."

Paul shifted his chair and changed his tone. "Now, I would like the steak, rare. My wife will have the trout and vegetables, and some chicken nuggets for the children. Our nanny likes hamburgers and I guess I will be drinking my next red wine down the street. Oh, and no hurry, we can eat and then it's off to bed for this tired crew! I'm the one to enjoy the nightlife later." Marissa hardly noticed Paul's flirting, her expensive necklace resting above her full breasts, her attention focused on her infant bottle feeding.

Paul made sure he got his point across and "accidently" left three one hundred dollar bills in his menu, hoping Andrea might take the hint.
 
"Wow, thank you Sir ... um, for your steak, is 12.30 ok Sir? And since we're all top hygiene and clean here, we can handle steak very rare, with nothing on it," looking him in the eye, hoping he understood her reference to being clean and taking bareback. But its difficult to flirt with a man while his wife is possibly listening.

On the other hand, firting with a man in his wife's earshot, her unknowing, was pretty hot, and a gentle flush rose up Andrea's chest from her breasts.
 
It was great to watch Andrea flush. Her young breasts and neck were supple and seductive. Was she really hinting at letting him take her skin to skin? OH, it had been so long since he had been with a young enthusiastic lover, penis to vagina, eye to eye, lip to lip. His wife gave him hurried hand jobs and let him ride her from behind, but less lately, since her pregnancy.

Paul was enjoying the flirtation during dinner. If he stood up, even to help his son in the high chair his enormous erection would be visible to the entire room. He let his napkin fall while Andrea removed his plate, revealing a large smooth tent in his pants and winked at her.

"That steak was amazing! I hope your nightlife is as good as the food you serve!" He let his fingers cover hers as she filled his water glass. He enjoyed the tension. Marissa was eating, checking her phone and fussing with the kids. "Listen I have to put the kids down for the night. I hope you can make it later" he said meaning Mario's, wanting her for himself.

"You're a great waitress, do you ever babysit?" Paul signed the bill and tipped an extra 80 dollars, writing his room number on the ticket. "In case it gets misplaced!" he said, letting his hand brush Andreas' leg, briefly.
 
Andrea scribbled her phone number on a sheet of her order pad, added 'Andrea Kay', and then '12.30 tonight, mario's?' and handed it to him saying, "Your receipt, Sir .... and that's very generous!" Looking at his promising erection but hoping anyone listening would think she meant the tip.

"Actually yes, I do babysit occasionally; let me know if you need me?" This time looking at his wife, offering her some respite, though why they'd need that with a nanny was unclear.

"If you think of anything else you need, just ask at Reception for Andrea from the Dining Room" she added to his wife, wanting her trust so she won't suspect the waitress of flirting with her husband right under her nose.
 
Paul finished dinner and had no problem negotiating for his wife to sleep early while he "looked for activities to take the kids on later". The nanny must have noticed his bulging pants because he wondered why she managed to bump him in the elevator. Kissing his kids goodnight, his wife already in her nightgown, Paul slipped out the 8th floor suite and left a message for Andrea the sitter at the front desk. On a piece of hotel stationary that he sealed well for privacy he wrote:

Listen Sexy: If you meant what I think you did, drinks are on me, at Mario's, compliments are free, back rubs are free-er, and tips welcomed for extra service!

Signed,

You Know Who.


Then Paul left the hotel and went looking for this place. He had condoms in his coat pocket but maybe he wouldn't need them. She was so hot! he thought. I hope she shows...
 
Andrea finished her duties quickly and efficiently trying not to look like she was in a hurry. So at 10 past midnight she was off duty and hurrying to her room in the hotel to change, when Reception stopped her to hand her the message. She read it and grinned.

Refreshing her makeup and hair, slipping into a very short black backless halter dress without a bra, black lace thong, dark hold-up stockings and 2" black heels, he filled a smal black purse with the essentials and headed out for Mario's Dungeon.

She'd only been here once before, with a girl friend who wanted to watch the powerplay couples exhibit themselves, and they'd laughed together at the silly girls who allowed themseles to be abused in public. But something about them had made Andrea jealous, and she'd been loooking for an opportunity to come back and explore. Maybe this would be her chance. If not, nothing lost.

Smiling at the doorman / bouncer, who always let attractive young ladies in, she entered the darkened room, with its nests of tables, some discretely low lit, others with brighter lighting to be 'seen', and headed to the bar, looking for him.
 
Paul noticed Andrea at the door and stood up. He saw her across the darkened room and was ecstatic. He kissed her cheek and giggled. "It's so nice to see you, I guess you got the invite?" he nodded at some very scantily clad guests throughout the room, hoping it would be them soon. Seating Andrea close to him at their private table, Paul poured Champagne and eyed her sexy, well built frame. "You look amazing!" he gushed. "You could make a man leave his wife!"

Paul didn't even hide his throbbing cock under the table and after toasting Andrea he grabbed her hand and rested it on his pants enjoying her notice of his full throb and interest. "See what you do to me?" he grinned.
 
Andrea was pleased at the enthusiasm of his welcome, and accepted his kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks, I'm glad you like the dress! Oh, and I'd hate for you to leave your wife, its much more fun doing this with her not knowing its right under her nose!"

She lt her hand rest on his very hard erection, and pulled the maroon and gilt menu towards them, pointing out the 'etiquette' page she and her friend had giggled over before.

No sex acts in the bar area, and no bodily discharges, but nudity was permitted; but there was a dungeon room past the bar where 'facilities' were available for free expression, where anyone at Mario's could wander and watch, an open nude sauna, a nude hot tub, and some dungeon toys like manacles, braces, etc. No discharges in the tub, please.

Andrea raised her glass with the hand not gently caressing his cock, and sipped the wine. "Very nice!"
 
"You are a naughty girl!" Paul said, reading the etiquette. "Yes, please!" He laughed and refilled their glasses. Sliding his hand behind Andrea he gently clutched her left breast and leaned over to her ear. Kissing her neck he whispered: "No sex acts at the bar, please. I guess that means I can't put you under the table and get some help with what my wife won't do?" He kissed her neck again and enjoyed his view of her young breasts hanging pertly in her black dress.

"What do you want to do first?"
 
"That all depends on you. On whether you object to other customers seeing us ..." and she sipped her champagne again, still gently stroking him, but careful not to get him too excited too soon. The idea of masturbating a man in a bar, in full view of anyone who wanted to see, even if his penis was covered at he moment, sent a tingle through her. She hoped he was prepared to accept her invitation to be observed.

Hi hand caressing her breast was very nice, firm but not painful. And she liked him mentioning his wife as he cupped her tit. So far things were working out well
 
"Well, first of all, that feels amazing!" He said as her eager hand found him and gripped him under the table. "And...if you unzip me and take things further, I will order us some more champagne!" He looked her straight in the eyes. There were several tables nearby and the thought of his firm erection on view with this young woman working him was such a turn on. He flirted by tossing one of her shoulder straps over her arm to see what she did. The young, full, pert breast was almost eager to be seen. Would she let him kiss it, mouth it, fondle it? He leaned in and kissed her mouth covering her exposed breast with his warm palm.
 
Andrea had promised herself that if she ever managed to get in here with her own man, then she would just go with the flow, as they say, and take whatever might happpen. The house rules would keep her safe from harm, and this was her one chance too experience surrender in a public place.

So putting down her wine, she used both hands to unzip Paul and free his eager erection, wrapping her hand around it again just as he slipped her shoulder strap off and bared her breast, then coverd it in his hand.

His kisses were nice, and Andrea looked forward to more champagne, and further revelations as she openly masturbated his hard penis.
 
"Uhhhmmm!" Paul moaned lowly. "That feels amazing!" Her soft hand and eager grip made him lean his head back and close his eyes. The waitress had seen it all before and acted like there was not a twenty something with one breast exposed gripping a middle aged mans' penis while she opened the wine.
"I really happy we're here. My wife doesn't do this. Really. No oral either. I asked her to let me cum one her ass, not ever her face or breasts and that was a no! You feel amazing!" He looked in Andrea's eyes and they clinked glasses, she with her free hand, he with one palm gently cupping her young round breast.
He was enjoying their encounter and he wanted to finger her while they talked, he knew his penis in her mouth would end conversation so he put his wine down and used his free hand to palm his way up her inner thigh. "You ok?" He asked. "What are you comfortable with? I want to make you feel great!" He found her thong and eased a finger under it to her softness. Kissing her hard he entered and held her with his finger....
 
I think i'm comfortable with pretty much evperything thay goes on here.But i have to admit," she said, looking up at the waitress who was finishing up putting their champagne bottle in the ice bucket on their table, glanced at Andrea's naked breast and and masturbating hand, and then left, "being whipped, beaten or spanked does nothing for me."

Which was true, and yet there was something abouut the humiliation of being spanked in front of oher people that was kind of sexy.

Andrea opened her legs a bit wider, giving Paul better access inside her thong, easing her hips forward a bit. "Tell me if you're getting close. Remember you mustn't ejaulate in this room."

Looking at the nearby tables, most customrts were engrossed in their own intimacy, but an older gentleman, neatly dressed in suit and tie, was watching Paul and Andrea closely.
 
"Ok, you talking about me cumming is so hot!" Paul gasps. "My wife never talks about it, encourages it or appreciates it. You warning me just now was the hottest thing I've heard in months." His raging erection is throwing heat into her hand and he leans in to kiss her deeply. "I want to make this a hot encounter, so I'll go slowly. You are very hot, but I want to wait and cum hard for you."

Paul slips Andreas other shoulder strap over her shoulders and cups her breasts. "Listen, I don't like beating or whipping either, but would you consider sucking me in front of these people? I'll be very respectful and hold your hair, tell you how great you're doing and only spank your sexy ass if you're a bad girl!" Paul says with a grin. "Oh, and leave your heels on, you look amazing."
 
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