The Chef and the Hotel Guest

Gilbert, 25 and a chef, worked some of the year at his parents’ seaside boutique hotel. While he was there his parents could take vacations and short breaks. He often travelled or worked overseas.

The best part of the situation was the availability of older, married ladies, his first choice in female partners. If he was taking a break in Asian countries his preference was females in their early twenties.

Gilbert was very discrete, he researched and planned his conquests carefully and never made the first move.

Mr and Mrs. Featherstone stayed in the hotel for a several weeks every summer.

Gilbert caught snippets of their conversation from time to time. Mr Featherstone was hard of hearing and seldom remembered to wear his hearing aids, consequently his wife talked very loudly and this made Gilbert’s task very easy.

He also noted that Mrs Featherstone liked playing Rummy and reading. He learned to play the game and checked out her favourite authors.

One evening he saw Mrs Featherstone sitting alone in the lounge, playing Solitaire.

“No one to play Rummy with tonight, Mrs Featherstone?”

“My husband has gone to bed already, fifty years old and he acts like a ninety year old.”

“It’s my night off, care to play? I have the iPad version.”

“I wouldn’t know how to turn an Ithingy on.”

“I must show you, you can play the computer if you do not have a partner, it has all kinds of advantages, I would like to teach you.”

Gilbert went to his room and collected his iPad and his spare.

Mrs Featherstone, now Patty, much to her surprise, caught on very quickly.

At ten pm they called it a night and Patty went upstairs. Fifteen minutes later Gilbert met her on the upstairs corridor. He was sure that she had been waiting for him.

“Are you in this part of the hotel,” she asked.

“Yes, the room with the red door, past yours, at the end.”

Gilbert took a long shower, had a close shave with a new blade and slipped on his bath robe just in time for the knock on his door.

“Do you mind…?” Patty asked.

Gilbert cupped her elbow and directed her to one of two armchairs, he took the other.”

“You look very serious,” he said.

She stood and dropped her bathrobe to the floor. She had nothing on underneath.

“There, that’s done it. No point in beating about the bush. If you fancy an older woman, I’m all yours.”

“Patty, you are quite beautiful, your husband is so lucky.”

“The silly old fool has no interest in my body at all.”

Gilbert stood up and hugged her, then they kissed passionately.

She took his bath robe off and stood back to admire his masculine form.

“You’ll do, very nice,” she commented as she cupped his balls in one hand held his cock in the other.

“I think we should get under the covers, the room is quite cool,” invited Gilbert.

“I’m so glad I made my move, should have done it on previous visits,”

Patty said as they cuddled and kissed.

“No sex at all with your husband?” he asked.

“Once a month at the most and then it’s the same old missionary, him on top quickie. No imagination, that man.”

“No boyfriend in your home town?”

“Well, the local builder does small jobs for free and gave us a very good price on our extension, the garage owner services my car for free, then there’s the butcher – I get the best cuts at budget mince prices. Did I mention the Pastor? Yes, I get a bit now and again. Only respectable men in stable marriages.”

“So you mentioned your husband not having any imagination…?” as he dived below the covers.

Gilbert parted her thighs, buried his face below the neatly trimmed landing strip, grasped her buttocks and got to work.

He found a spot between her inner and outer labia that was even more sensitive than her clit. Long strokes with his tongue caused her to push towards him and let off a groan of satisfaction.

Kissing her inner thighs, sucking on her nipples and a French kissing all provided her with intense pleasure and momentary diversion but nothing so far was quite as good as the muff diving.

“This is heaven but I think your cock is getting lonely.”

Gilbert rolled over on to his back, Patty turned so that he could reach under her and use a finger to take over from his tongue.

She started with a very slow tease, he felt her blow a little air on his cock, then she gently touched it with the tip of her tongue. More vigorous licking followed and he eventually took him in her mouth. His vital spot was the usual, under the head, the frenulum or the “OMG don’t stop doing that” part. She massaged it with her tongue as if she was sandpapering an old chair leg. It was even better than her deep swallow which was a marvel in its own right.

“We need some more imagination for the finale,” suggested Gilbert.

“Exactly, anything other than you on top missionary.”

“Bath robes on, down the staff only back stairs to the kitchen and I bend you over the dessert trolley in the kitchen?

“I’m on.”

On arrival at the kitchen, Gilbert declared he needed food to maintain his energy and he produced a spray can of whipped cream from a fridge. He sprayed a circle around each of Patty’s nipples and parted her pussy lips for a good sized blob. A second helping was served in the same way.

Patty fancied the same experience but she added a glacé cherry to her very artistic creation with the cream. Again, a second helping did the trick.

Gilbert put two glasses of white wine on the dessert trolley and they got in to position. Gilbert kept it up for an age and kept a slow pace, they frequently stopped for a chat and a sip of wine. A few quick thrusts now again maintained his erection.

Their ending caused the dessert trolley to lose its grip on the floor, it slid forward, knocked over a broom which caused some pans to fall and they decided to call it a night.

“Are you available for Rummy tomorrow evening?” Patty asked.

“Playing cards or iPads?” Gilbert replied.