“Can you come and help?” said the pretty young trainee.

“What’s the problem, Gina?” Michèle replied.

“I’m not sure how to handle this guest, he’s too wound up to even know what the issue is.”

Michèle moved down the reception counter so that she was opposite the guest.

“What seems to be the problem?” she asked him.

“I want you to come to my room,” the man replied.

Michèle laughed. “Usually you at least buy a girl a drink before asking that.”

“What?” He paused. “Oh, I see. That’s not funny. Anyhow, this is just not acceptable…”

The man suddenly relaxed and smiled.

“Actually that is pretty funny. I guess I should calm down a bit. It’s not your fault that my plane was delayed and my luggage didn’t arrive. And, besides, you are the only person who can really help me so I’d better not piss you off.”

Michèle decided to get the man out of the lobby, on view to all the other guests, and find out what was wrong with his room. She walked around the end of the counter.

“Let’s go and see.”

The two walked across the lobby to the elevator. They were both somewhere in their mid-thirties. He was a little shorter than her, but with the wiry build of a climber or an acrobat. She was taller, and probably would have been even without the heels. She had a large bust, although it simply looked nicely in proportion due to her height. She had long legs that attracted men’s eyes when she walked, especially in a hip-hugging skirt like she was wearing. Men’s eyes would scan her calves and then move higher, imagining her thighs and the secret garden hidden within.

“Here’s the first problem,” the man said, walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. Instead of a spray of water a pathetic dribble emerged. “After twelve hours on a plane I really wanted a shower. So why was I in the lobby?”

The man walked over to the desk and picked up the telephone. He held the receiver out to her. She took it and listened. No dial tone. Michèle took the radio off her belt. She spoke in French. His schoolboy French wasn’t entirely up to working out what she was saying but he picked up that he was being moved to a new room. She turned back to him.

“I’m moving you to room 401,” she said. “I can let you in with my master key and then go and get you one. You don’t have any luggage do you?”

“No, still somewhere in the bowels of Air Canada. And to make things worse they couldn’t even give me any toiletries or anything, they were out of them.”

He followed her out of the room to 401, which was at the end of the corridor. She opened the door and he walked in. It was a suite with a large living room and a separate bedroom.

“It’s looking like a big improvement so far,” the man said smiling.

“I’ll go and get your key,” said Michèle as she left the room.

She was back a few minutes later.

“Here’s your key Mr Sheaffer, and I brought a bag of toiletries for you. There should be enough to clean your teeth and shave. I can’t do much about your missing clothes though, but here’s a hotel T-shirt at least.”

“Thanks. You’ve been very helpful. Can I buy you that drink once I’m cleaned up?”

“Which drink?”

“The one I was meant to buy you before asking you to my room.”

“Well we’re not meant to go drinking in the hotel with the guests.”

Michèle got invitations all the time, far more attention than she wanted. It wasn’t even true that she wasn’t meant to drink in the hotel with the guests, it was a convenient way to decline that had become automatic. Her boss said that men were like moths around a flame with her. Her natural defense was always to say no. And sometimes to regret it later.

“So we can go somewhere else. How about dinner then? They have restaurants in Montreal don’t they? What time do you get off?”

“I’m supposed to be off now, but there were so many people arriving that I stayed on to help out. I ought to get back down.”

“How about I have a shower and you wrap up at reception and I’ll meet you downstairs in half an hour?”

“I’d really better not.”

“How about we toss a coin. Heads you have dinner, tails you go back to reception? No, I’ve got a better idea, I’ll even bet you something where the odds are more in your favor.”

Michèle thought back to Kirk, nearly a year ago. He was the last person to bet her that he could win a bet, and take her to dinner if he won. That had turned out to be a very interesting evening indeed. In fact it was the last time she had had sex. She’d remained celibate for months, not having been bowled over by anyone and not wanting the complication of an unsatisfactory relationship.

“Such as what?”

“I bet I can guess on what day of the week you lost your virginity.”

Michèle thought for a moment. “What if I’m still a virgin?”

He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

She laughed. “OK, that wasn’t very convincing was it? What if I can’t remember the day?”

“Can you?”

She thought back to that night nearly twenty years ago. It was a Tuesday, she remembered. Her parents were both out on Tuesdays so it was the only night when she had some privacy for a few hours. Enough privacy to finally surrender herself completely for the first time. She nodded.

Meanwhile the man had written something on the notepad by the phone and covered it with his thumb.

“OK, so what’s the answer?” he said.

“Tuesday.”

He slid his hand to one side so that the first letter of what he had written was visible. It was an ‘M’.

“Monday, I win,” she said, laughing. “No dinner for you.”

He moved his thumb completely. ‘Mardi’. The French for Tuesday. He picked up the phone and held it out like he had earlier. “You’d better make a reservation.”

Michèle suddenly discovered that she’d lost her bet before she’d even really accepted it. She felt as if she was standing at a cliff and about to jump off.

“OK. Where do you want to go?”

“I’ll leave that to you. In fact you can be in charge of what we eat and drink?”

“And what will you be in charge of?”

“I’ll be in charge of sex.”

She’d definitely stepped off the cliff.

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning that you can decide what restaurant we go to, you decide what we eat, you pick the wine, you choose a cognac or whatever. And I’ll choose any sexual stuff.”

“But what if I should just happen not to want sex, for instance?”

“That’s my job to find out. Just like you need to find out what sort of food I like and whether I have any allergies. If you don’t want sex then it’s my job to make sure you get home to your own bed alone. Where I’d be willing to bet, being a betting man as you know, that you’d fantasize about what might have happened and give yourself a little treat before you sleep.”

Michèle felt herself blushing slightly. It wasn’t as if she could claim she wasn’t that kind of girl. He was probably right. If she ended up turning him down she probably would go home and masturbate about him fucking her anyway. But having stepped off the cliff she knew she wanted to find out how the story was going to end.

“On the other hand,” he continued, “just like you can decide to push my food tastes by feeding me escargots if you choose, I might push you sexually.”

“Like how?”

“We’ll have to wait and see won’t we. Or perhaps we could start right now and have you take off your panties.”

Michèle looked him in the eyes as she held her hands at her sides and slowly gathered folds of her skirt until she had worked it up over her hips. His eyes held hers, resisting the temptation to look down to where she knew her sex was just covered by her thong. She kept staring into his eyes as she slipped the waistband of her thong over her hips and let it fall to her ankles. She knew he must be dying to look down at her now-naked sex, impressed at his willpower holding her unblinking gaze. She slowly worked her skirt back down until it fell back into place. She kicked her thong across the floor.

“OK,” she said. If he was going to play games she would give as good as she got. She took the phone out of his hand, dialed a number and was soon efficiently speaking French. Evidently she was making a reservation.

She hung up the phone. “I hope you like oysters.”

“And if I don’t?”

Michèle chose her words carefully, knowing what she was signing up for. “You don’t get to choose.”

She turned and opened the door. “The restaurant is across the street. ‘Café du Plateau.’ Be there in half an hour. Oh, and I’m going to call you Albert, I refuse to call you Mr Sheaffer all night”

“There’s a province named after me apparently.”

“I should have used that line when we had Prince Edward staying.”

She turned and left the room. As she went back down to reception she felt very exposed and vulnerable, each time she moved her unaccustomed nakedness under her skirt made itself felt.

She arrived in the restaurant a few minutes before him. Of course he was still in the same clothes although he’d presumably finally had his shower. The barman put down two martinis in front of her. She picked up one and held it out to him.

“So you don’t even ask what I’d like?” he said.

“No,” she replied. “It’s more fun to guess.”

“Sometimes it’s fun to ask though.” He took a sip of his martini. “Do you like sucking cock?”

Michèle was initially so surprised she was speechless. But she soon recovered. “I love it.”

“Tell me how you like to do it,” he said quietly.

“I prefer doing it kneeling down while my partner is either standing up or sitting down. I like the kneeling position, it is a feeling of submission and at the same time it is a feeling of power because you hold the most vulnerable part of a man in your mouth and because you’re the one with the power of bringing him wherever you want him. I enjoy that contrast. I like to go slow, make it last as long as I can, or as long as my lover can. I’ll usually start lightly touching, exploring his cock. Not stroking yet, simply lightly touching and watching it grow and harden. Then I’ll start stroking lightly with one hand and bringing my lips to it, I’ll start kissing it. I like to let my tongue run the length of the shaft and circle the head. I also love letting my tongue push against that little slit opening on the head, often tasting the pre-cum juices. While stroking the cock with one hand I like to play with the balls, sucking them into my mouth in turn and then spreading my lover’s leg a little letting my tongue wander further between his legs until I’ve reached that little rosebud, which I lick until it is well lubricated. I’ll then work my way back to the cock and take it in my mouth in one movement as far as I can and often while my lover is still moaning I’ll insert a finger into his ass. I’ll have run the finger between my legs while playing with him so it is nice and wet. I love the chain effect that causes in a lover. The moan as I take his cock in my mouth and then following it immediately with the anal play before the first moan was completely out. I enjoy the surprise effect and the heightened arousal that follows.”

Michèle paused. As she took a sip of her drink she casually ran the back of her hand across the noticeable bulge in Albert’s jeans.

“Then I will usually start building a little suction, fucking his cock with my mouth, while finger fucking his asshole or gently stroking it with my fingers, attentive to how he reacts and trying to find what he prefers. I like to apply a little more pressure with my lips just below the head of the cock. I’ll also play with his balls, putting a little pressure when he comes too close to coming. I already told you I like to take my time. I’ll alternate between different caresses and eventually build up to a mouth fucking rhythm that will bring my lover to climax. Sometimes I like to swallow my lover’s cum and sometimes I simply want to rub it all over my body, assuming I’m naked. I also like to rub it all over my lover’s body and then lick it off. How I perform a blow job will be different depending who I’m giving it to, of course.”

Albert put his drink down on the bar. “I think we need an amuse bouche to start our dinner.” He put his hand on her back and directed her towards the bathroom. He opened the door to the men’s. Luckily it was empty. They went into a stall. Without being asked she turned and knelt down on the floor with her feet on either side of the toilet, totally submissive before him. He leant against the door as she reached out and slowly undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid down the zip. She pulled down his underwear and slipped her hand between his legs, caressing his balls. His cock was already rock hard from her description in the bar of the treat she was about to give him. She held his cock in her fist as she started to lightly kiss it. She worked his jeans down to his ankles as her kissing went lower. She licked his balls, sucking each one into her mouth. Meanwhile she moved her other hand underneath her skirt, pushing a finger into her own wetness. She held his balls in both hands as her mouth moved to his pink knob. She wrapped her lips around him and finally took him into her mouth, and a moment later, just as she had described, she pushed a finger slick with her own juices into his asshole, feeling his hips thrust almost automatically into her mouth.

The door to the bathroom opened. Michèle knew that she could be seen under the gap at the bottom of the partition but it only turned her on more to realize that someone might see, that the position of their feet would make it obvious what was happening. She started to stroke his cock with a fist as she sucked on his cockhead. As her strokes got faster she started to fuck his asshole with her slick finger. The bathroom door opened and they were alone again. She could tell Albert was close to coming, could feel his balls tightening on her hand. She moved her tongue to the most sensitive triangle of his cock and started to fuck him faster with her mouth. She was taking him deeper now, could feel his cock pushing into the back of her throat. When she sensed he was just on the point of explosion she thrust her finger deep into his ass. She was rewarded almost instantly with jets of warm come pumping into the back of her mouth. She swallowed until his cock stopped jerking. Then she stood up.

She pulled her skirt up to her waist. This time he looked down. She watched his eyes as they got their first glimpse of her sex. She sat down on the toilet. She spread her legs for him, feeling totally submissive again. He pulled up his underwear and his jeans, watching her as she peed. When she stood up she pulled her skirt back down over her naked sex. They were both respectably dressed again.

The waitress came to seat them just as they arrived back at the bar. During the meal they casually discussed their backgrounds and interests. The fact that sex was not mentioned explicitly merely served to build up the sexual tension between them. They knew they would fuck that night, but they didn’t know how.

The waiter brought them two cognacs and the check. Soon after Michèle and Albert walked back to the hotel.

“So tell me,” said Michèle, “when you chose Tuesday was it a random choice?”

“No,” Albert replied. “Ages ago, back when I was a student, I surveyed a couple of dozen friends as a way to break the ice at a couple of gatherings. It turned out that Tuesday was far and away the most popular day?”

“And the least popular?”

“Surprisingly, Saturday.”

“Maybe people decided who they were first going to have sex with at the weekend and then Tuesday was when the finally had enough privacy to actually do it. I think that is pretty much what happened in my case.”

“Let’s go to the gym,” said Albert as they arrived back in the hotel.

“It’s closed at this time of night,” replied Michèle.

“But you have a master key I presume.”

“There are security cameras,” Michèle said. “We’d better leave the lights off.”

The machines lurking in the semi-darkness, illuminated only by the lights of Montreal outside the floor to ceiling windows, looked like something out of a science fiction movie.

Michèle felt Albert behind her. His fingers undid the zip on her skirt and dropped it into a puddle around her feet. He stayed behind her as she felt his fingers undoing the top button on her blouse and gradually working their way down. He peeled her blouse off her shoulders. His fingers undid the clasp on her bra. She shook her large breasts free. She was completely naked.

He took her over to one of the weight machines and sat her down. He moved the pin to set it to an easy level. The soft cushions of the machine pressed against the outsides of her thighs.

“Spread your legs,” Albert ordered her.

Michèle moved her legs apart, pushing against the resistance of the weights. The position she was sitting in felt obscene. As she spread her legs to operate the machine, she exhibited her cunt like in some porno magazine.

“Keep them apart until you come,” Albert told her.

He knelt down in front of her and bent forward. Michèle shivered with anticipation. Albert started to gently lick her outer lips. She was already very excited. She felt his fingers opening her up and his tongue going deeper into her. She could already feel her juices seeping out of her and running down the crack of her ass. Albert’s finger started to rub her juices on her asshole as his tongue moved up and started to tease her clit.

Although the machine was set to a very light level, it was starting to get hard to keep her legs spread against the weights trying to close them. Michèle wondered if she’d be able to come before her legs gave up and she had to move them together. She concentrated on the wonderful feelings that Albert was creating between her legs. His tongue was making little circles on her clit, at the same time as his finger was making little circles on her asshole. His fingertip just penetrated her, rubbing her juices into her rarely used entrance. He started to lick her clit a bit harder now. Her body felt taut, stressed by the effort required to keep her legs spread and also tightening up as it always did as her orgasm approached. She felt him push a finger into her cunt. He licked her clit rhythmically as he started to finger fuck her, one finger sliding in and out of her cunt and one finger in and out of her ass. She closed her eyes. Her hips were starting to rock gently in time with Albert’s fingers. She felt her legs starting to yield to the pressure of the machine and so she spread them more forcefully, thrusting her hips forwards into his mouth. Her arousal was nearly at a peak. Normally she liked to take her time at this point, to delay her climax and let the pleasure build and build. But her body was too tense, straining against the machine and straining internally against her imminent orgasm. She abandoned herself to the onrushing pleasure as the tension finally broke. She felt the heat radiate out from her clit where Albert gently prolonged the last few waves of pleasure, while his fingers slipped in and out of her pulsating cunt and ass. Albert pulled back just as her legs were finally unable to fight the machine and thighs came together.

Albert took Michèle through to the swimming pool. He undressed in the dim light and dived into the water. Michèle followed him. They swam a couple of lengths until Michèle rested at the shallow end, her elbows on the side of the pool. She felt Albert approach from behind. Albert put his hands on her breasts as he pushed his erect cock against her ass, pressing it into the crack between her cheeks. He slid down. She could feel her lips cradling his cockhead in the entrance to her body. Her body was on fire, anticipating the wonderful feeling as his hard cock would slide into her tight cunt, unused for so long except by her vibrator.

Suddenly the lights came on. A young woman in hotel uniform entered, the same trainee who Albert had been arguing with earlier in the day. She saw Michèle. She either didn’t notice their nakedness or deliberately ignored it.

“Oh sorry, Madame Laurent, I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

“It’s OK Gina. We’re not meant to be here. It can be our secret.”

Albert swam up until he was beneath where Gina stood at the edge of the pool.

“Why don’t you come and join us?” he asked.

“I don’t think so.”

He reached out and grabbed one of her ankles, threatening to pull her in fully clothed.

“I know,” he said, letting go of her ankle. “I bet I can guess what day of the week you lost your virginity on.”

The girl blushed slightly. Albert reached out and with a wet finger wrote something on a dry tile and covered it with his hand. Michèle was pretty sure she knew what he’d written.

“Come on, it’s not that intimate a piece of information.”

She thought for a moment. “Tuesday.”

Albert lifted up his hand. “TU” was written on the tile. “So now you have to come in with us.”

Gina thought for a moment. Albert and Michèle watched her. She’d never agreed to a bet so it wasn’t certain she wouldn’t just leave. She slipped off her suit jacket, slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. She undid the zip at her side and slipped out of the pants of her suit. She kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her stockings.

She stood at the side of the pool in her underwear, a plain white sports bra and a pair of blue boyshort panties. She had a body just about the opposite of Michèle’s. Whereas Michèle was tall, Gina was short. Michèle had large breasts, Gina was almost flat chested, barely filling the unnecessary bra she wore. Michèle had short styled brown hair, Gina had long straight black hair.

She dived into the water and swam a length and hauled herself out of the pool at the other end. Gina looked down, and realized just how transparent her underwear had become. Her small nipple were clearly visible through the white cotton of her bra, and her blue boyshorts now clung to her lips, her cleft clearly visible. As was the fact that she was shaved, with just a small tuft of pubic hair left for decoration, another contrast to Michèle’s fuller triangle of reddish-brown curls. Gina pulled her useless bra over her head and then slipped her boy shorts over her hips and let them fall. She dived back into the pool and swam up to the shallow end to Albert.

He put his arm around her and pulled her towards him. He started to kiss her, pleased that her tongue responded immediately. Michèle swam up beside them. He leant over and kissed her, pulling the two women against him. The three of them kissed, their tongues intertwined in a swirl of passion. Albert pulled back for a moment and watched as the two girls kissed each other aggressively. He took Michèle’s hand and circled one of her fingers on Gina’s nipple. When he removed his hand Michèle continued to stroke the young girl’s breast. Albert took Gina’s hand guided it to one of Michèle’s large breasts.

Albert leant over and whispered in Michèle’s ear. “I want you to lick her and get her ready for me.”

Michèle guided Gina to the steps and lay her down on a cushioned recliner. Gina didn’t resist as Michèle spread her legs. Albert noticed another difference from Michèle. Whereas Michèle had fleshy outer lips that hid the delights within, Gina had luscious big inner lips that protruded from her sex like a pink orchid, and a small gold ring pierced through the hood of her clit.

“I’ve never been made love to by a woman,” Gina said.

“I’ve never made love to a woman,” Michèle replied. “I don’t think I even seen another woman’s pussy this close before.”

“It’s a good day for first times,” said Albert, “It’s Tuesday.”

Michèle bent down and delicately ran her tongue over the younger woman’s inner thighs, slowly working her way up towards her shaved outer lips. As Gina got more aroused her lips engorged and her pink orchid opened like a flower. Michèle ran the tip of her tongue up between Gina’s lips. She shivered with excitement. Michèle flicked the gold ring with the tip of her tongue, eliciting a squeal of arousal. She ran her tongue in circles on the ring. Gina shut her eyes and reveled in the intense pleasure. Michèle held the ring and delicately pulled Gina’s hood off her clit. She started to lick Gina’s clit more directly, moving the ring rhythmically in time with the strokes of her tongue. She moved lower and pushed her tongue into another woman’s cunt for the first time in her life. Gina tasted a little different from her own juices, she thought, as her tongue slid up between Gina’s large pink lips and back to where they came together around Gina’s steel-hard clit. It was obvious that Gina was nearly coming, her body was taut on the recliner, her face was bright red and she was moaning with excitement on every deep breath.

Michèle took Gina just to the brink and then moved aside. Albert positioned his cock in Gina’s opening and pushed into her flower in a single thrust. It took Gina over the top and she cried out when her climax hit her, her body clenching on Albert’s cock like a milking machine while he thrust deep strokes into her.

Gina started to thrust her hips as her orgasm died away, pulling up her knees to take Albert even deeper into her body. Albert felt Michèle’s finger on his asshole, opening him up before pushing into him. At each thrust of his hips he rammed his cock into Gina’s welcoming cunt, and each time he pulled back Michèle worked her finger a little deeper into his ass. She started to stroke his balls with her other hand. She knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. She started to work a second finger into his ass.

Albert felt his orgasm approaching. He almost stopped thrusting, enjoying the feeling as Gina fucked his cock with her thrusting cunt, and Michèle fucked his asshole with two fingers. He remained almost motionless and let the two women take him the rest of the way until he felt his body awash with pleasure and his cock pumping into the young woman beneath him. He lay on top of Gina, her hard nipples against his chest, and let his cock go soft inside her. Finally he stood up.

“Shit,” Gina said, looking over at the clock on the wall. “I’m late for my turn on the front desk.”

“Just tell them that I detained you,” Michèle said, “It’s not even a lie.”

Gina leaped up, pulled on her suit without bothering with her wet underwear at the other end of the pool and rushed out.

Albert and Michèle started to dress.

Albert opened the door to his suite and the two of them slipped inside. Albert was pleased to see his suitcase had finally arrived from the airport.

“Your turn,” he said. “You’ve been dying to be fucked all evening, haven’t you?”

Michèle undressed again. She sat down naked in the large chair, put her legs out to either side and draped them over the arms. She moved her bottom forward until it was on the front edge of the chair. Her could feel her juices flowing, could feel them seeping down between her ass cheeks. She reached down and slowly started to masturbate, playing with her lips, spreading her wetness around. Albert watched her as he undressed.

He knelt in front of the chair where Michèle lay spread open, her fingers slipping in and out of her sopping cunt as she fucked herself. She moved her fingers out of the way, reached down and spread her lips, opening herself up, inviting him in. She felt an incredible desire to be penetrated. Her cunt had been fallow for too long. Albert’s cock was at just the right height. Albert moved slowly forward and his cock just nuzzled between Michèle’s spread lips. He gradually inched forward, feeling the slight resistance before her body relaxed totally to admit him. Albert teased her, not entering her further, barely moving his cock back and forth in the entrance to her cunt.

He reached forward and took both her nipples between a finger and thumb. He pinched hard, watching as she screwed up her face in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He pressed his cock forward, slowly slipping deeper into her as he mercilessly squeezed her nipples. She could feel his balls against her ass as finally his cock was completely in her. He bent forward and took a now-hard nipple into his mouth. He held it in his teeth while his tongue flicked back and forth over the sensitive tip. At the same time his hips started to thrust in and out of her, sliding his cock almost completely out of her before burying it up to the hilt. Michèle stopped holding her cunt-lips apart and started to stroke her clit. She knew it wouldn’t take much to make her come, she was at a fever pitch from all the exciting episodes earlier in the evening. Unlike on the weight machine, she could now take her time. She let her arousal level build up, keeping herself just short of climaxing, letting her excitement increase excruciatingly slowly, trying to prolong the pleasure for ever. Albert’s cock was at just the right angle inside her cunt as he knelt between her outspread thighs. Albert gave a final squeeze to her sensitive nipples and it was enough to start the firework display of her orgasm. He fucked her gently as wave after wave washed through her cunt until, eventually, her body was quiet.

She rarely let men fuck her ass, it required too much trust, but tonight she knew she wanted give Albert that special treat. She wanted everything.

“Sodomises-moi,” she said. It sounded so much better in French.

Albert pulled out of her. She put one hand behind each knee and pulled her legs back on the arms of the chair, rolling her hips back further. Her ass was spread obscenely at the front edge of the chair. Albert looked down at the tight brown pucker of her rear entrance, slick where her juices had run down out of her wet cunt. He pushed a finger into her, spreading around her lubrication. Her orgasm had made her relaxed. He positioned his cock and slowly pushed forward. She bit her lip as his cock distended her, the feeling was so intense, just the wrong side of painful. Albert started to fuck her tight asshole, working his cock in deeper as her body relaxed. Michèle reached down and pushed her fingers into her cunt as Albert’s entire cock finally disappeared into her bottom. As sometimes happened to Michèle with anal sex, an orgasm suddenly came unexpectedly out of nowhere. She could feel the powerful muscles of her asshole as they rhythmically crushed Albert’s cockshaft. Michèle was covered in a sheen of sweat. Albert started to fuck her ass more roughly now, hammering his cock into her, taking his pleasure and no longer concerned with hers. He kept going, vigorously thrusting deep into her ass until he started to come. He pulled out and jets of white come shot across Michèle’s belly. She grabbed his cock and pumped him dry. She rubbed his come into her skin as if it was a lotion.

Once they had their breath back, the two of them walked naked into the bedroom and got under the sheets, their bodies pleasantly worn-out by an evening of intense sex. Early the next morning Michèle got up, got dressed and slipped downstairs to start the day. A hotel never sleeps. Albert got up later. He saw Michèle’s thong from the night before still lying on the floor where she had kicked it after he had first made her remove it. He smiled to himself knowing Michèle must be at work, naked underneath the skirt of her suit.

Albert arrived in the lobby to check out, finally in some clean clothes. Gina and Michèle were both behind the reception counter.

“I’m sorry about the original problem with your room,” Gina said smiling. “I trust that the service has been good enough to make up for it.”

“I hope you are going to come again soon,” said Michèle.

“I’m coming next Tuesday, but I’m arriving late. I assume that room service will be available.”

“Of course. Our guests’ satisfaction is our highest priority. I will be happy to handle you personally”