"The Royal" - (closed and secretive - voyeurs encouraged to watch)

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"The Royal" - (closed and secretive - voyeurism encouraged)

Welcome to The Royal!

This hotel is a beautifully restored 16th century manor house, set in extensive and secluded gardens
Although situated in a secluded country lane, this hotel is only five minutes from main roads and can be easily reached both via motorways and railways.

A perfect combination of retreat and accessibility, the Royal offers the best in cuisine, service, hospitality and comfort.
It’s elegant interior, exposed beams, polished oak panelling and glowing log fires bring a relaxing charm of a bygone age to a new generation of discerning guests.
The award winning Mulberry restaurant offers the finest of food and wine served in elegant, modern surroundings.
Luxurious bedrooms and suites are all decorated with their own individual character offering all the comforts of Egyptian linen, spacious marble bathrooms and every attention to detail is made to make your stay as relaxing as possible.

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Mulberry Suite

Amongst these is the MULBERRY SUITE, a discrete and spacious venue for the discerning guest.
Without the pretentiousness of the ELITE and SUPERIOR rooms, this CHARACTER accommodation places host to a diverse and colourful clientele…


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[DeliciousMaiden]

Marianne and Chris welcome you to the most voyeuristic online exploration encompassing the very best elements of Virtual TV without the limitation of camera angles and editing.

Ever wanted to “be a fly on the wall”?
Ever wondered just WHO is in the hotel room next to you and just WHAT they’re getting up to?
Ever let your mind wander to imagine just WHO books a 4-poster suite and why room service seems to prove particularly popular?

If any of these tweaks your interest, then pull up a seat, help yourself to refreshments and view the activities of our first pair of unsuspecting guests …

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Katie Nicholls

“Sam! … Sam! Can I come in!?!”

Katie knocked urgently on the heavy oaken door, her dark curls loosening under the inevitable flowers pinned in her hair.
Her eyes darted around the corridor to check that no one had followed her as she gathered her full peach coloured skirts and knelt by the brass door handle.

”Sammie …?”

Her voice was softer as she called her best friend’s name through the heavy keyhole.
Samantha HAD to be in there. The key was still in the lock afterall!

Ooooops!

Her face flushed suddenly as she froze.
What if the bride had been joined by her groom!?! What if … !?!
She tried to quell the thoughts that were suddenly running through her mind.
God! She didn’t want to disturb them if they were …
She stumbled forward almost falling to the floor as the door was suddenly pulled open.
Her gratitude for the steadying hand rapidly turned to consternation as she was given no time to steady herself and had indeed barely risen to her feet when she was hauled quickly inside.

”Gary … what..?”

She turned expecting to face Samantha’s new husband, but instead found herself staring at another man bedecked in the same customary suit topped with the inevitable buttonhole.

”Ohhh ... sorry … I thought you were … “

She halted, blushing.
They had barely been introduced, so busy had they been fulfilling their roles as best man and chief bridesmaid that they knew but the merest details about each other.

”I .. was looking for Sam… she told me to call her when they started to put out the evening buffet … “

She told him unable to stop her eyes moving around the sumptuous suite taking in the four poster bed, comfortable furnishings and the open fire that was already dancing in the hearth.

”Where are they …?”

She questioned, realising belatedly that not only were Gary and Samantha nowhere in sight, but there was no evidence of their occupancy either.

 

[chris2c4u]

[B]Lancelot StJohn[/B]

Lance drained the last of the brandy he had brought up with him from the party he could still faintly hear in full swing in the hotel's dining room a floor below.

There was a chime and then the notes of Beethoven's fifth came from the grey jacket he had folded across the back of the elegant Chippendale style chair in the suite's living area. He pulled out his phone and read the text.

Hi, we're at the airport. Sammie loved the surprise of a trip to the Secheyelles rather than the Cotswolds for our honeymoon! Thanks for the help...Mile high club here we come...again Cya in 2 wks m8.

He smiled at Gary's message. As he slid the phone back into his pocket he heard something outside the door.

There was a knock, muffled by the thickness of the wood. A voice faintly followed.

"Sammie?"

Lance smiled to himself and slipped his jacket back on before checking his appearance in the dressing table mirror, adjusting the spiked, gelled black hair.

Walking to the door he opened it to find Katie tumbling in as she has clearly been peering through the keyhole. His hand caught her upper arm and, with a quick check no one was on the corridor, he pulled her inside.

Another thread of her hair came down from the floral design that he had noticed in Church. The auburn strands coming loose made her all the more appealing as they caressed her sofy ivory skin.

She recovered her composure quickly, recognising him from the ceremony, the few words they had exchanged and the slightly risque speech he had made about Gary and his supposed "conquests."

"I .. was looking for Sam? she told me to call her when they started to put out the evening buffet."

Lance smiled.

"Where are they?" she asked a question in her dark eyes as well as in her voice.

"Well, according to the text I just got from Gary, I'd say Heathrow by now."

She tilted her head, another question in the gesture.

He turned a seat round for her as an invitation to sit before he perched on the side of the bed. He glanced at the elegant low cut bodice that he had admired on several occasions during the day. As the full skirt settled around her he began explaining what had happened.

"Gary had it planned for months. They both like walking in the countryside...you know that. So, Sammie thought they'd decided on a hotel around here, some walks, that sort of thing. He'd really booked them a trip to the Seychelles." He smiled.

"No one knew about it except me and their parents. To make sure it was a complete surprise we even booked this suite and a night's accomodation. Gary asked me to come up here earlier to explain to you when he heard you and Sammie talking about her using the room to freshen up before the buffet. His Dad is probably explaining to the guests downstairs right now." As if on cue there was a swell of sound from the room below and a burst of applause. He grinned. "Seems like people are happy with it."

He went on, "Hope you're not too disappointed that you didn't get a chance to say happy honeymoon to Sam. Send her a text telling her you'll beat her up when she comes back?" He gave her another smile. "In the meantime, you've got me instead and all I know is that we're both from London? Is that right? I'd like to find out more though..." He leaned forward. "So what do you do when you're not being a pretty bridesmaid?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Katie Nicholls

Katie’s eyes widened as Lance told her of the surprise Gary had sprung on his bride.

"Hope you're not too disappointed that you didn't get a chance to say happy honeymoon to Sam.”

Katie smiled. In truth she was very disappointed that she hadn’t been able to wave Sammie off, but she could hear the cheering downstairs and could imagine just how thrilled Samantha would have been at such a wonderful surprise.
Leaving secretly like that was so … romantic …

”Send her a text telling her you'll beat her up when she comes back?"

With a laugh, Katie accepted the phone he held out to her. Realising Lance must have sensed her mood; she warmed to him easily as he pressed the button readying the phone for her message, eager to send it before the phone had to be switched off on the plane. Her fingers moved swiftly on the keys, nodding as he reminded them that they both lived in London.

”I'd like to find out more though..."

Her eyes lifted to meet his. His smile was broad and his gaze steady … interested.
Temporarily flustered, she pressed SEND and reached out to return his phone.

"So what do you do when you're not being a pretty bridesmaid?"

She laughed then, a mischievous light dancing in her eyes.

”Ohhh … my day job, you mean?”

She watched as he sat easily on the end of the bed. He was confident, poised and yet in the quiet intimacy of this room he seemed less arrogant and more …

”I work as receptionist, for one of the main hotel chains in the city. Marriott? Perhaps you’ve heard of them?”

She stood then, uncomfortable under his intensive gaze. Her hand moved naturally to smooth the dress over her curves as she began to move curiously around the room.

”I’m based in the Covent Garden area at present. It’s lively, especially at this time of year … so many tourists… I love that part of London.“

She stopped then, turning to face him once more. Stood beside the bed, her fingers could not resist toying absent-mindedly with the solid wooden column.
Leaning against it, Katie questioned him,

”Soo… what’s your trade … secret agent, perhaps if this subterfuge is anything to go by…?”

She kept her voice light, suddenly very aware the fact that Lance was certainly suave enough and muscular enough to give James Bond a run for his money.
Blushing slightly, she nervously drew nearer to the wooden pillar, the peach fabric contrasting with the green striped drapes and dark wooden grain.

She caught a twinkle in his eye realising he had turned and was now seated fully on the bed looking across at her. Her hand stroked the fabric reverently whilst she ran a finger along the grooves of the intricate carving.

”I guess in London it’s not strange that we never ran into each other, but for our best friends to end up hitched … “

She shrugged, not sure where her comment was leading.

” … small world … “

And one in which she would certainly have remembered him, had their paths ever crossed before …

 

[chris2c4u]

He nodded to her comment about work. "Yes, I know the Marriot chain. I expect you have a few stories to tell about guests and the goings on in hotels..." He grinned.

In response to her question he answered that he was "something in the City." He elaborated that he was a broker on the futures market. Fortunes could be made or lost in minutes. So far he was doing comfortably. Naturally he alluded to the Porsche he had driven to the Royal in, expecting her to be impressed, as girls usually were. He might have offered to drive her home; perhaps even a spin around the country roads - if he had intended this to be anything other than another one-night stand, with another very attractive girl.

"How did I get to know Gary? Same public school. Same Oxford; different colleges though. We go way back. Keep in touch
mostly by E-mail and the phone now, what with him moving up to
Birmingham."

She murmured, "I guess in London it's not strange that we never ran into each other, but for our best friends to end up hitched..."

She shrugged, not sure where her comment was leading.

"small world."

He smiled. "Not small enough. Pity Gary and I don't move in the same circles any more, then I might have met you sooner," he purred.

He turned towards her as she leaned against the bedpost, commenting on the dress, wondering where they'd got it from. He reached out. "

May I?" his fingers closed on the fabric of the skirts. "Nice." His
eyes met hers. "Very soft."

He wondered if she'd like a drink; the room's minibar was well
stocked; no point rejoining the rest of the company just yet, "not as we're getting to know each other." He opened the bar selecting an individual bottle of red wine for himself and looking over to her.

The knock on the door interrupted them and Lance responded.
"Sir, the room service meal for the happy couple is here."

Lance's hand went to his forehead. "I'd completely forgotten! What with the bride and groom...this was part of the deal on the room," he explained to Katie. e looked at the tray the waiter was pushing, loaded with various delights under silver covers.

"What a waste. Unless...Katie, fancy having a private meal before
going back to the party? We get our own champagne." He lifted the chilled bottle from the ice bucket. "And not a bad champagne at that." A few aromas also started to rise from the plates, temptingly.

He looked towards her with a hopeful smile.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Katie merely nodded, giving Lance permission to sample the fabric of her dress and trying to ignore the sudden racing of her pulses. Was that due to Lance’s casual comment that they might have met sooner, or was it the barely perceptible brush of his fingers against the fabric of her skirts that made her body heat suddenly?

”Sam wanted peach … not my favourite colour, but I like the way it turned out … “

The comment an understatement as she was secretly pleased with the style of dress, a simply cut almost period style dress that seemed to accentuate her full bosom, slender waist and suggesting at the curve of her hips as the skirt flared out to rustle downwards. It had been such a relief after having seen so many fussy and frilly concoctions and grateful that she had been consulted about her outfit.

She accepted his offer of a drink, finding her throat suddenly dry as he spoke of getting to know her.
She would just have one drink and then …

The sudden arrival of the treat-laden trolley took them both by surprise.

"I'd completely forgotten! What with the bride and groom...this was part of the deal on the room.
What a waste. Unless...Katie, fancy having a private meal before going back to the party?
We get our own champagne. And not a bad champagne at that."

Katie looked over at Lance sympathetically. Thing had been so busy, no wonder he had forgotten to cancel this.
She walked towards the trolley and lifted one of the covers.
It was truly a wonderful spread!

”They have no idea what they’re missing here!”

She commented genuinely thinking how Sam would have loved such a romantic meal.

”It would be such a waste … “

She commented tentatively then laughing as Lance immediately began to uncork the bottle in his hand, giving her no opportunity to change her mind.

”And I could never resist champagne... “

She commented playfully, seating herself on the plush sofa as she accepted the full glass and raised her glass towards Lance’s.

”To Sam and Gary!”

She toasted, clinking glasses as Lance seated himself beside her.
Both took a sip and smiled.

”Mmmm… that’s very good … “

She complimented, sipping again, suddenly very aware of that Lance had seated himself very close to her.
She drank deeply again as she felt the warmth of his thigh radiating through her skirts.

”Let’s eat … “

She smiled eager to diffuse the sexual tension that his sudden proximity was causing her at least.

”I can’t wait to see what’s on the menu …”

She commented lightly, nodding towards the platters.

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[chris2c4u]

Deliberately, Lance sat close to Katie. She coloured a little and her eyes dropped from his for a moment. She seemed demure; quite a pleasant catch for an evening's entertainment, if he could reel her in. He wondered what she would be like in bed; timid probably. Still, a nice story to tell everyone about in the pub. After all, they expected it of him.

He felt the firmness of her leg through the folds of her dress,
pressed next to his for long moments until they turned to the food.

"I can't wait to see what's on the menu," she commented lightly, nodding towards the platters.

They uncovered delights in the form of small bowls of chicken in wine sauce, aromatic concoctions of beef, small slices of cold meats, dainty salads and a selection of vegetables.

Lance smiled; "our very own private buffet."

Gradually they tasted their way through them all. Lance smiled,
holding out his fork for Katie to sample a portion. Her eyes widened and she nodded happily at the taste, replying in kind. Lance's eyes locked on hers as he took the morsel from her before he looked around for a small piece of Italian bread and some cured ham. He made a tiny sandwich and held it out to her. She was about to take it in her fingers when he shook his head.

"ah ah..." he held it to her lips. She giggled and tilted her head a
little, her mouth opening, teeth closing on the bread, pulling it
slowly from his fingers. Her lips made contact with his fingertips
and she glanced his way before closing her mouth on them and lapping the remaining crumbs into her mouth.

They seemed surprised at each other before Lance exploited this erotic moment with a grin, asking for a piece of pineapple from the fruit salad. From her fingers.

He suckled her fingertips, the fruit on his tongue and slid closer to
Katie. "More dessert?" he whispered.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"our very own private buffet."

The dishes were wonderful, so succulent, so tasty. Steadily Katie and Lance ate their way through the platters, pausing only to sip at their champagne. Was that her second glass? Surely it had been topped up a few times before she had actually emptied it? Katie wasn’t quite sure, but what did it matter? It was a wedding and she was certainly enjoying this unexpected treat.

Giggling as Lance held out a fork to her, she sampled the food and nodded appreciatively licking her lips. She saw his widening eyes and held out a fork, offering the same back. Her eyes danced with mischief as she watched his lips moving and the dart of his tongue before the food was finally drawn into his mouth.
Still giggling, Katie reached out to take the ham and bread Lance was now holding out to her, but was surprised to find that he retained his grip on the morsel, moving it towards her mouth, his eyes holding a challenge, which she could not help but answer. Delicately she took the food from his fingers, her lips brushing them as she eased the morsel free.
Her eyes locked with his, a shared glance passing between them.
She would teach him not to challenge her!
She could play this game as well as he, she decided.
Provocatively her tongue darted, gathering the crumbs into her mouth.
A frisson of excitement passed through her body as she found that she was savouring the taste of Lance’s flesh almost as much as the herbal flavour she was supposed to be pursuing.

Her head span! What was she doing!?!?
This was so forbidden … dangerous even.
She thought of the guy she’d just started dating: He was charming, a gentleman and treated her with such kindness and respect.
That is what she looked for in a man! (She told herself.) Someone predictable and … safe …

Then why was it that she found herself lifting the piece of pineapple and holding it out to Lance?
How was it that she watched mesmerised as his mouth closed around it and then slid closer until her fingers were captured between his lips and sucked into his mouth?

A soft gasp escaped her, even as her cheeks flushed with a heat that seemed to suffuse her entire body.
She had to get out of this. She had to …
But no sooner had she exclaimed, but he released her.
Moving towards the trolley as Katie stood her heart racing and her fingertips still tingling with the sensation of his hot mouth.

"More dessert?"

The whispered invitation seemed to suggest more than the promise of food.
Mutely, Katie nodded.
She followed him, glass in hand, taking a deep draught from the elegant crystal, setting it down as she surveyed the platter of strawberries, chocolate mousse, cream …

”They didn’t expect the bridal couple to go hungry did they …?”

She questioned, her voice sounding breathless even to her own ears.
Her fingers went to pick up a ripe strawberry, lifting it to her lips to take a bite, her mind beginning to wander conjuring images of just how a bridal couple might actually consume … or consummate with the erotic array of foodstuffs available.

Glancing up, she flushed hotly hoping that Lance had not guessed the train of her thoughts, her tongue flicking over her lips as she gathered the errant berry juice.

”This would tempt any … appetite … “

Her eyes locked with his.
She had to get herself out of this!
He was too good looking. Way too sexy!
The room, though sizeable suddenly felt way too intimate.
Her eyes moved involuntarily towards the vast bed its dark presence seemed to dominate the room.
The fire crackled and danced, assisted only by subdued lamps to offer pools of light and dark

”Perhaps … we should head downstairs … they … “

Katie glanced towards the door.
As bridesmaid, she should be mingling.
She should not up here … ensconced with the best man and letting her imagination run riot ….
Please God, let him come to his senses too!
"This" wasn't a good idea for either of them!

 

[chris2c4u]

"This would tempt any appetite..."

Lance watched as she bit into the strawberry and glanced his way. Her pupils dilated; was it just because of the shadows in the room? Her eyes didn't leave his until with a sudden, almost involuntary glance, she looked at the four poster bed.

He reached out and took a strawberry himself, eating it slowly as he watched her tongue pass languidly over her lips, a memory of the fruit she had consumed kindled by the flavour on her mouth.

Wiping her hands on a napkin, twisting it in her fingers, she murmured, "...Perhaps - we should head downstairs - they..."

He made a non-comittal tilt of his head just as a sound grew outside the window and a familiar song filtered up.

They went to the curtain and drew it back. Through the leaded lights they saw the gravel in front of the hotel illuminated and a conga line snaking its way out into the cool air. He felt Katie next to him as she pointed out her friends; he noted a groomsman falling onto the grass, getting up and trying to catch hold of the end of the line. "Must be Dan, the silly ass," he laughed.

Gently he slid his hand across Katy's back, letting it rest on her hips as he swayed to the - somewhat irregular, drunken - rhythm of the voices below

He grinned. "I don't think they miss us as this stage."

He hummed the tune standing behind her, and grasped her hips, indicating that she she gyrate them in his hands. He kicked his feet, first right, then left, with the beat of the song through the window.

Standing close to her, his hands still on her hips, his body pressed against her, he watched as the dance began to break up with laughter below. His warm breath caressed her neck.

"I don't think we need to go just yet...unless you really want to?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

The sudden swell of music below diffused the atmosphere slightly and drew them both to the window. Bodies lined the frontage, an uncertain line winding it’s way around the gravel drive. Katie couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Must be Dan, the silly ass,"

Katie nodded guessing that the man in question would be nursing a very thick head the next day, but meanwhile… he had picked himself up and was making every attempt to continue to join in the revelry.

”I don't think they miss us as this stage."

Katie nodded agreement. Most were beyond sober thought and those that weren’t, were more than … occupied … in their own form of celebration. The sudden touch on her hips and the low hum of the conga tune coaxed her to sway her hips in time to the music as she fixed her eyes on those dancing below, chuckling more as she realised that Lance was in fact kicking his legs up conga fashion as they stood at the window. The shared enjoyment was brief as below them the dance broke up. Katie watched most of the dancers trail back inside, whilst a few seated themselves gasping for air and Dan once again collapsed on the grass.
Behind her, she felt the sudden pressure of Lance’s body pressed against hers, his hand on her hip, his breath on her neck.

"I don't think we need to go just yet...unless you really want to?"

He eased forward, trapping her body against the window, his torso warming her whilst the cool of the glass pressed against her bodice, causing her to shiver and her nipples to tingle as they were pressed against the cold pane.

”I … guess . .. a … bit longer … won’t … hurt … “

She responded, pressing her hot cheek against the glass as she felt the accidental nudge of his crotch against her bottom.

”Let’s warm up … “

She entreated squirming in an attempt to free herself as he continued to trap her body underneath his, unnerved by the “game” he was playing.

 

[chris2c4u]

Pressing close against her he saw her squirm a little; her face pressed to the glass in an attempt to cool her burning cheek. He smiled to himself, pursuing her still.

He let Katie turn around in his arms but still stood close, his eyes searching hers then a grin. He took her hand and led her to the fireside.

Lance took off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. Next he kicked off his shoes. "I like the feel of sheepskin against my toes," he said, glancing down at the rug before the fire.

"We can warm up here," he murmured. "Last dance? It's traditional, best man, bridesmaid. OK I made that up. But we could start a tradition."

He reached out to hold her, standing against the fire. "Promise it won't be a conga." Moving forward he gently held her and swayed against her body, with her body.

"We can imagine the music." His mouth came near to her ear, barely whispering, "can you hear it?"

His hands slid around her back.

"One of those last dances, after a good party. Or in our case, an intimate meal I've enjoyed very much. One of those dances where you don't want to let go."

His mouth was near her neck, their bodies undulating together. He felt the softness of her breasts pressed against him as he held her close.

His hand slid to the small of her back and he squeezed her to him as he made a slow movement of his hips against hers.

"Listen to the music," he whispered, his lips gently closing on the lobe of the ear he murmured into. His mouth trailed down her neck, lips barely touching the tiny hairs, the skin until he reached her shoulder where his kiss deepened for a moment.

He looked at her, his hand in her hair.

"Dont go," he asked. His lips brushing hers.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Katie managed to turn, to face Lance.
Her hands moved to his chest to try to ease him away from her.
The cool window was pressed against her back now.
She told herself it was the only thing that was making her shiver.

And then he released her.

Surprised, Katie allowed herself to be led by the hand towards the fire.
She stood watching Lance shrug off his jacket and kick off his shoes.

"I like the feel of sheepskin against my toes,"

She watched his toes wriggling and raised her eyes to his in mute bemusement.
he said, glancing down at the rug before the fire.

"We can warm up here …Last dance?”

In truth he did not need to add the pretence of a “tradition”.
She moved automatically to put her hand in his.
Unresisting, Katie allowed herself to be drawn to Lance’s body, almost sighing as his arms pressed her gently against his, their torso.
The sensuous sway was indeed nothing like the humorous conga they had shared at the window.

"We can imagine the music."

His hot breath caressed her ear, the low sensual tone of his voice making her shiver.

"… can you hear it?"

All Katie could hear was the hammering of her heart as it raced. She took a steadying breath and flushed sure that he must hear it too.

"One of those last dances, after a good party. Or in our case, an intimate meal I've enjoyed very much.”

His smooth voice wound a spell around her senses. Her body was soft, pliant as he moulded it against his own strength.

” … One of those dances where you don't want to let go."

She murmured softly the softest sound of agreement as her body relaxed still further.
No … she didn’t want to let go … the sensation of being held like this … was incredible.
It was only a dance … there could be no harm …
Even as her defences lulled she found her body seared with an unexpected heat as Lance eased her body closer, his hips moving to bring their groins into contact with the most sensual undulating movement, that was erotic rather than the usual bump and grind all girls experience at sometime on the dance floor.
His hand was warm and soothing in the small of her back.

"Listen to the music,"

He intoned as his mouth played at her ear, her neck, the touch so light that it made Katie shiver in anticipation.
Only when he finally pressed a deep kiss against her shoulder did she elicit a soft moan.

She raised dazed eyes to his.
Lance’s hand was threaded through her hair, all around tendrils and roses were falling free.

"Dont go,"

His lips halted the response that sprung to her lips.
She couldn’t stay. She had a boyfriend. Most likely he had … someone …
She had to tell him …

”Lance …I … “

His fingers moved holding her head gently yet securely as he kissed her once more, a light, sensuous touch. A kiss that made her crave more.

”Lance …! “

The exclamation was more a moan, a plea holding no objection now.

”Katie … ?”

One hand remained in her hair, the other in the small of her back eased her closer.
His hips moved pressing himself against her.
Katie’s breasts, nipples initially hardened by the cold glass were now swelling and straining beneath her bodice as Lance pressed her against his chest.

”I … I’m … not going anywhere … “

She responded finally.
Her senses were filled with him.
She was sure that if he released her that moment, her legs would fail her.
This time when his mouth moved to hers, she lifted her head and met his kiss with an eagerness that took them both by surprise …

 

[chris2c4u]

The kiss. It was all there was in the world. Their mouths softly exploring one another, lips drawing on lips, the tips of their tongues playing on each other.

Soft sounds of breath, of words swallowed before they formed, passed between them. Their hands cupped each other's faces as they tilted from side to side, as the kiss became hungrier, still more passionate.

Then her body, pressed against his as he moved against her floated back into his consciousness. He moaned low into the kiss as he felt her softness, her pliant body. His fingertups ran down her neck, across her shoulders, down the sides of the dress that held her curves, highlighted them. His hands restly lightly on the dress as it flowed over her hips. Then he slipped his hands, squeezing her buttocks, pulling her to him.

His breath deepened even as his knees began to bend, to urge her to follow him onto the rug. Breaking the kiss he gasped as he ran his eager mouth to her cheek, her ear, her neck. Down; around; he kissed the swell of her breasts as he knelt with her.

As they knelt together, as they kissed, his fingers reached up for the fastening at the back of her dress.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Her head spun and her body flushed with heat as the kiss deepened and she gave herself up to the sudden desire that seemed to banish any common sense, any consideration of the people below.

The rug was soft beneath them as he drew her downwards. Her bosom swelled as Lance’s mouth moved hungrily down to taste the delicate flesh topping her breasts.
His fingers were at her back, deftly releasing one button after the other.

”Lance… no … “

The objection was weak, it’s conviction lost in the moan Katie uttered as his strong hand found the naked flesh of her back and caressed her quivering flesh, grazing over the strap of her bra to move lower and ease the dress free of her flushed torso.

”Yess… Katie … “

He insisted softly his hand somehow pulling down the front of the dress to reveal the swell of her breasts all but tumbling out of the half cup bra as they seemed to crave escape.

”Aaahhhh !”

The exclamation was torn from her as a hand captured each breast and squeezed. Both nipples sprung to tender erection, aching for his touch. As if from far off Katie heard a low chuckle a soft comment then cried out once more as Lance's fingers moved to tug more insistently this time on her aching buds.

”Godddddd!!!”

Her head swarm as she arched her back, pressing her body demandingly against his.
Her reaction shocked her.
She was used to tender, patient lovers and knew she should be ashamed and yet ... her body was perversely aroused by this rougher touch.

 

[chris2c4u]

She was pliant now, all semblance of resistance fading. He felt the hardness of her nipples through the soft fabric of the bra and squeezed, tugged on her.

”Godddddd!!!”

Her torso writhed and she pushed her breasts against his teasing fingers. His hands moved against the bra squeezing again, his thumbs rubbing over her erect nipples, his mouth anointing the softness, the fullness he raised to his lips.

She moved closer, her own hands now exploring his back. He felt her nails through the cotton, felt the tails of his shirt pulled from his trousers.

His mouth explored the front of her bra, her prominent nipples straining at the thin fabric enough for him to gently tug them with his teeth through it. His hands pushed the dress down around her waist, caressing the curve of her hips. His fingers ran back up her back, pressing firmly, feeling her ribs, her backbone, her shoulders.

His mouth moved from her nipples; he smiled, kissed her lips quickly, deeply before moving his teeth to the right strap of her bra, tugging it so it hung over her arm. His kisses moved against her neck as she played with his body, arousing him still more. His mouth played along her other shoulder, displacing the strap from that one also.

His hands slid around her back, onto the clasp of her bra. It came undone in his fingers; he let it go, sliding his hands under the fabric, feeling her hot skin, her firm nipples against his palms. His mouth met hers; he was eager to feel the soft rug against their skins as they lay together.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Her dress found its way to her waist.
Her bra was slid off first one shoulder than the second and then it fell free.
Her hands reached out exploring, moulding, thrilling at the texture of his skin, the pure thrill of his masculinity.

”My dress … Lance … my dress … “

Their eyes met, passion smouldering and bubbling over to mirth.
Obligingly Lance moved his hands to the skirts that were now bunched up as the bodice was peeled down to the waist.
Easing back eagerly Katie lay back and lifted her hips allowing him to slide the expensive peach fantasy free of her body. Pausing just to shake the garment free of creases and cast it carelessly over the sofa, Lance returned his attention to the vision before him.

Katie blushed as she felt his eyes rake over her body. Ivory heels, ivory hold up stockings topped by lacy panties of the same colour. The wispy bra had long since disappeared leaving in its wake the smooth swell of flesh topped by rosy buds that seemed to still clamour for attention.

As Lance moved towards her eager to cover her half prone body with his, Katie reached for his shirt, working it free of his shoulders and pulling it clear of his body.

Lost in contemplation of the sight of his exposed musculature Katie suddenly found herself pinned beneath him on the sheepskin rug, giving a small cry as she felt his thigh move between her legs and press his weight down pinning her as his mouth descended once more.

 

[chris2c4u]

Lance looked at Katie's body as she lay before the fire, semi-clothed.

He moved over her on all fours, his mouth descending to hers. He gave her teasing kisses, just pausing long enough for him to feel the softness of her lips until she put her hands around his neck held him for a long kiss.

She removed his shirt and he lowered himself to her body, feeling her skin against his as they kissed. Slowly he manouvered his leg between hers, his thigh pressing against her, between her legs.

He ran his hand down her side, his fingers tracing the top of the stocking against her leg as his mouth moved to kiss her throat. His hand ran up her leg, caressing the back of her thigh as his mouth suckled between her breasts, lapping from one to the other until he closed on her right nipple and suckled her. His tongue played on the nipple, swirling, his thigh pressed against her lacy panties.

He felt the heat of the fire; more so, he felt the heat of the young woman under him as she moved, played with his body as they writhed together. He kissed the underside of her firm breasts, his tongue lapping at her ribs, trailing wetly across the gently curve of her abdomen as he tugged at the buckle of his belt.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

His hands ran over her body, even as she reached out to touch him. His mouth claimed her lips, then moved to explore neck, cleavage and breasts, lapping and sucking savouring her quivering body as Katie moaned beneath him.
Her hands flailing ineffectively in an effort to capture him and draw him down on top of her even as her hips moved to rub against the strong thigh that kept her thighs parted beneath him.
As Lance’s tongue moved downwards, her gyrations became more urgent.
The slight tug at his belt was all the prompting she needed.
Eagerly she reached out and deftly unbuckled the belt and lingered enjoying the anticipation as she eased the zip downwards sliding both hands inside the expensive fabric to spread her palms on his hips and run her hands smoothly down his thighs taking his trousers with them.
Knelt up now, she grinned as she watched Lance pull the garment free of his legs and cast it on top of her dress.
Her eyes widened as she saw the bulge beneath his silk boxers.
Her cheeks were rosy with excitement and from the heat of the fire.

”I … think we should … cool down … “

She told him breathlessly, unable to resist extending a hand to stroke the soft fabric at his groin only to feel the throb beneath.

”This fire … besides … it’s a big room … would be a shame not to enjoy all the … facilities … “

She cast a meaningful glance at the bed.
She was beyond logical thinking now.
Sure she shouldn’t really be fooling around like this … especially after dating her guy for weeks and not yet having gotten beyond heated kissing and petting.
Yes … respect was the buzz word in her current relationship.
She couldn’t imagine behaving like this with him!
In fact she couldn’t imagine him making her feel so hot anyway!

She gasped as she felt the thigh nudge deliberately against her mound, immediately followed by his hand as it cupped her sex.
God … Lance was driving her crazy.
A hot guy and a four poster!
What girl could be expected to resist that? (She told herself in justification)

 

[chris2c4u]

”I … think we should … cool down … “

She told him breathlessly, unable to resist extending a hand to stroke the soft fabric at his groin only to feel the throb beneath.

He smiled as he felt her hand caress his hardness inside the boxers.

Glancing down at her hand he said, "if this is cooling down I like it."

His hand slipped between her legs, pressing against the dampened fabric of the panties, feeling the softness of her sex through them. She moaned, her own hand still fondling him through his underwear, she managed to say, ”This fire … besides … it’s a big room … would be a shame not to enjoy all the … facilities …

His eyes followed her gaze to the bed then her face as she looked at him. She blushed a little but didn't drop her gaze. They were both caught up in lust.

Standing he held out his hand and helped her up. They stood together, kissing slowly turning, shuffling, eyes half closed towards the bed.

Her calves met the bedclothes and slowly she sat on its edge. He knelt, putting his hands on her knees before taking her hands in his and kissing her fingers, her wrists. Releasing them so she could play with his body he bent and kissed her thighs just above the stocking tops. His tongue played against her sensitive skin, lapping higher until he traced the lacy tops of her panties with his mouth.

His fingers slipped into the narrow waistband and he tugged, urging her to sit up to let the garment slide down her legs, over her shoes and off.

He bent close to nuzzle her tummy, her navel, his tongue probing. His hands slide up the curve of hips and waist, lying her back on the bed before his lips moved down her body. He could taste her sex, inhale her fragrance as his tongue lapped at her pussy, at the dew drops of arousal that coated her outer lips.

His own lips opened hers, his tongue French kissing her womanhood, probing inside the hot wetness he exposed. For long minutes he toyed with her, his tongue finally going to her clit. The tip against it pressed, moved, back and forth as he felt her undulations, her hands in his hair.

He slowed his arousal of her, waiting to see what she would do.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Katie moaned softly as her body sank into the sumptuous bedding. Lance’s tongue was driving her crazy. The warm wet lapping moved higher up her thighs causing her to gasp as his touches grew increasingly intimate. By the time Lance reached to slip her panties free of Katie’s aching body, she raised her hips eagerly relieved temporarily by the cool sensation of air between her legs until Lance returned to renew his assault of her sex teasing and flicking his tongue until finally his tongue slipped inside her and then retreated only to make contact with her clit.

”Goddd… Lance …. Please…. !”

Katie moaned in frustration, her body aching for release.
Arching her back, she lifted her hips, her hands reaching to knit through his hair urging his face closer, seeking the invasion of his tongue and crying out when she felt it finally stabbing into her pulsing sex.

”OHhhhh… yessss….. !”

Her loud cry encouraged Lance, his look triumphant as he saw the lust on Katie’s face. Roughly he pulled her legs apart and positioned her so she was lewdly open to his tongue. The expression on his face made Katie flush deeply partly in shame at behaving so wantonly, but mostly from heady desire.

”Lance… !”

Her exclamation was a plea. Her head span.
Resolutely she pushed the fleeting image of her chaste and respectful “boyfriend” aside.
That wasn’t what she wanted.
She wanted to behave like this … to behave like a slut … to be treated like …
She moaned loudly, turned on by Lance’s smug knowing gaze.
She was naked on her friend’s bridal bed, offering herself to this man, wanting him to tongue fuck her, to ravage her … it was so forbidden … so ... wonderfully dirty … so unlike the usual “Katie”.

 

[chris2c4u]

Goddd? Lance..Please"

"Yes baby," he lifted his mouth from her sex, "This is what you want." It wasn't a question. He knew all her protests had just been inhibitions dropping, revealing her fantasies. She wanted this as much as him but he just had to make sure she knew it; knew she wanted to be sluttish this once.

His mouth lapped, caressed, suckled her.

"OHhhhh? yessss?.."

Her hips rolled and heaved under his mouth when he opened her legs wider as his tongue invaded her sex. For long moments his mouth fucked her, his tongue lapping the juices that were now beginning to flow copiously.

When she called his name it dissolved into incoherence, into a growl, her hands pawing at his hair her fingernails clawing him.

With a suddenness that surprised her and left her hips humping at air he stood between her legs and pushed down his boxers. After letting her see his aroused naked body he leaned towards the bed, his knees between her splayed thighs his hands either side of her chest. He looked deep into her eyes, seeing lust, seeing it echoed in her breathing, in the way her hands slid around his upper body and explored him.

Slowly he lowered himself to her, kissing her throat, feeling again the wonderful softness of her breasts against him. His cock lay pressed along her slit, his balls too were against her sex. He moved against her, feeling her wetness coat the length of his cock before smiling at her. There was a hint of cool triumph in his grin as he moved his hands up to either side of her head. He pulled his lower body up; she felt his cock move from her heated pussy. The head bumped against the soft curve of her belly, then higher.

Kneeling over her he lowered his hardness between her breasts and squeezed them around his stiff maleness. Slowly he moved against her soft skin the tip of his cock moving close to her chin, to her mouth, as he stroked himself with her breasts. He looked at her face wondering if she had ever done this before as his thumbs rubbed her nipples as he moved against her.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

He was driving her crazy! She was so close to cumming.
His mouth, his tongue stabbed torturously at her sex.
All Katie could do was writhe and thrust her hips upwards in an effort to achieve that illusive orgasm.
His sudden change of position took her totally by surprise.
Not quite able to hold back a mewl of disappointment, Katie lay dishevelled on her friend’s bridal bed as Lance knelt between her legs his eyes fixed smugly on hers as his rampant cock stood proudly. Katie’s hands fluttered still along his upper torso, as she struggled vainly to slow her ragged breathing.
She moaned softly as he stroked his shaft along her deliciously sensitised slit, her head easing back and eyes closing as his mouth feasted on her throat, his ever skilful tongue probing into the sensitive hollow even as his cock slid up her body.
Suddenly her eyes snapped open.
His cock has grazed her belly and he was now straddling her.
She gasped as he buried his length between her generous globes and squeezed the flesh around his manhood, effectively using her to sheath his cock.
Her eyes met his, their gazes locking.
No one had ever used her breasts like this before.
The sensation of his increasingly forceful strokes was strange, the deliberate toying with her nipples made her flesh swell and body fill with a heated ache.
Katie lowered her gaze to watch the angry cock head appearing time and time again from between her own flushing flesh as Lance mauled and moulded her acquiescent body fucking her with abandon.

”Ohh… uhnn…. God… “

She saw the lust in his eyes as he knelt over her. She knew he did not “care” about her and yet right now she was eager to be taken, to have him exploit her body and wring pleasure from every touch, every movement.
This wasn’t a Katie anyone would recognise.
Katie didn’t know where her responses were coming from herself.
All she knew was that she was behaving like a slut, not just allowing, but actively encouraging Lance to take what she was so blatantly offering him … and she loved it.

She was wrenched from her reflections by a hard pinch on each nipple.
She squealed amazed at how the tips hardened and flesh sensitised even more.
She heard Lance’s chuckle. His comment made her flush with humiliation, an emotion which perversely added to her arousal.
When Lance urged her to take his cock between her lips, Katie hesitated for mere seconds, but his dirty words drove her on.
This was what she wanted to be for him … what she was …
She groaned as he pushed his cock head past her lips and suckled at the head hoping her limited oral experience was not apparent.

 

[chris2c4u]

Lance could feel Katie's excitement, could see her letting go of her nervousness. She had realsised this was just one night; she didn't have to worry about ever seeing him again and could let herself go.

She squirmed as he enfolded his cock in her full, soft breasts; he enjoyed the little scream she gave as he tweaked her nipples. Her eyes, dark in the half-light opened and met his gaze.

"Yes, you like that don't you? You like being my little slut don't you?" He tugged her breasts again and she covered his hands with her own and grunted; a surprising, gutteral sound as she looked down at the head of his cock thrusting between her breasts.

"Why don't you suck it for me? Let me feel you fuck me with that little mouth."

He slowed his thrusts so she could extend her tongue and he loved the wetness she left on him before he moved further up her body. The juices from her pussy were still on him and she could taste herself as well as him as he moved to let her comfortably suckle on the head of his hardness.

She moved up the bed to prop herself up a little on pillows while he held onto one of the posts and leaned his hand against the wall so he could watch her. A little diffidently at first she suckled him and he moaned at the warmth of her mouth, at the touch of her tongue.

"God, yes Katie, yes, go onmmmyesss you cocksucker, do it..." He heard her breathing, felt her suck on him. "Yes, you like that don't you, you like going down on a man don't you, like the little sexy bitch you are," he gasped out the dirty words, the humilation that seemed to drive this hidden side of the bridesmaid, her prim and proper self lost long ago, now she was ready to explore all her hidden desires.

"Yes, more...use your hands...yessss....."