The Hostel

[Tyriel]

OCC: This is a temporarily closed thread between delights_fire and I while I get her... ummm... accustomed to the delights of SRP at Literotica... no doubt character openings will present themselves in the future... but for now the thread will remained closed. Thanks!

My Character: Ethan Layton
23 yo Australian medical student
5'11, atheletic, tanned, short messed up black hair with dark brown eyes....

IC: Laying my backpack on the dusty ground, I pulled the address of the hostel out of my jeans pocket -

"D.I.S.H. (Daytona International Student Hostel) - 321 Boundary Road, Daytona Beach, FL" I muttered to myself.

I lifted my hand to shield my eyes from the blazing sun, trying to make out the number on the porch of the building before me. 321...At long last. After eighteen hours of travelling from the tiny Australian town of Toowoomba, I had finally arrived at my location of residence for the next three months.

It had never quite occured to me why I had picked Mid-Florida hospital to complete my final year neurosurgical elective. Three months worth of arguably the toughest elective of the medical course was in itself enough for any self-preserving medical student to frown upon - but I had to do it away from the creature comforts of my home, away from my friends, my partner, my family.

What the hell was I thinking?

I sighed.

Perhaps I'm just tired.

Without another moment of hesitation, I flung my backpack over my shoulder and approached the entrance of the hostel...

 

[delights_fire]

My Character: Miss Lily
Runs the Youth Hostel in Daytona Beach, FL


5'6" 44 years old blonde hair, green eyes, reubenesque and widowed.

Have been running the Hostel for three years.

IC: Checking the calander, seeing how many people are to be coming this fine, hot, Florida day. Dressed in a short sundress, blue, with a dark print flower design and sandles.

hmmmmm, a young man from Australia...a medical student.

smiling, dusting off the tables in the dining room, glancing toward the lace covered windows, seeing the outline of a man walking toward the gate...stopping....reading something on a small slip of paper. My lips curling into a crooked grin as I peek through the curtains.

Oh myyyyyyy...what a handsome lil devil.

Shuffeling over to the front door to greet my latest guest, checking hair and makeup quickly in a hall mirror before reaching for the glass handle of the door. It's been four years since my husband died in a plane accident off the coast of Bali. Since then, I have been running this Hostel and on occassion I reward myself by tasting the forbidden fruits the more special guests provide.

Opening the door, smiling my brightest, prettiest smile, I make a snap decision, once I see the young man by the gate, that Miss Lily has gone far too long with out a lil taste of heaven.

Waving and calling out "hello....Welcome to Florida!"

 

[Tyriel]

Ethan - exhausted.

"Hello... Welcome to Florida!!!"

Oh great.

I smiled.

That's JUST exactly what I needed... a nice enthusiastic exchange with this lady... Man. I just wanna sleep...

The lady greeting me at the door appeared to be in her mid thirties. Blonde, with striking green eyes - no doubt the object of affection to plenty of eligible bachelors in her more youthful years. In fact, probably still is.

I gazed blankly at her as she greeted me at the door, her short sundress flapping silently with the gentle breeze, her outward enthuasiasm as bright as the hot summer sun beating at my brow.

"Hi..." I responded, laying my backpack down once more... "My name's Ethan... Ethan Layton. I made a reservation to stay here for the next three months?"

I forced myself to smile brightly, fighting back the fatigue in my body - willing her to get formalities completed and to show me to my room.

 

[delights_fire]

Ethan, yes. I've been expecting you.

Stopping myself from chuckling aloud as I saw the all too familiar look of, "Lady, I bet your really nice, but I am hot, tired, I smell and need a shower but mostly I need a bath, so please don't corner me with all your sweet salutations, just show me to my room."

I bet you want to go right to your room. Follow me young man.

Saying this while simultaneously leaning over and picking up his bandana that had fallen off his backpack.....one leg kicking back, perfectly balanced on the ball of my foot.....hand making a graceful arch as I nabbed the piece of cloth from the floor. Looking back over my shoulder at him as I directed him to the right, up the dark, wood stairs.

I'll carry this for you.

Making my way up the stairs, after three years I know where to step on each so as to not make any of the creaking noises, Ethan follows in my wake, making my efforts fruitless as he hits every soft spot in the old boards. Saying little, sensing the handsome young man hasn't the tolerance nor the capacity to listen to me explain how things work here at the Central Florida Hostel.

When we spoke on the phone you had mentioned you'd been to Hostels before, so I wont bore you with the rules, we can go over them later.

Reaching the top of the stairs....turning left......

I put you over here...,

fingers clutching the bandana pointing the way.

away from the usual traffic, since you're going to be a more long term resident than we are used to.

Nodding to the right as we pass an open door, "The bath..."

Stepping up to a scarred, oak door, turning the old fashioned glass knob and giving a push, the door swings open and I step aside, allowing the tired young man to go forward into the room without the benefit of my authorative presense. This way it affords me a chance to check out his derrier.

Dinner is at 5, buffet style....until 7. Feel free to find me if you have any questions. I live in the back and am usually in my quarters after 9. Welcome to Florida, Ethan.

Smiling and turning on the ball of my foot...wigglin' my eyebrows, an impish smile curling my lips, one he does not see as I think "Oh, yes, he might be a delightful lil treat for me, we'll just see"

Lightly sayshaying back down the corridor to the stairs, reaching them I turn toward the door as he is closing it. Laughing softly, I wave the wilted, sweaty material that is his bandana and disappear down the stairwell. Lifting the cloth to my face, inhaling the scent, a warm musk enveloping my senses, purring into the pailsied material, nodding.

"A delicious treat...".

 

[delights_fire]

I seemed to have lost my Mentor....