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this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild in Bed Strangers
to Lovers and Dirty Little Holiday Erotic Fantasy. I paid
holiday in a ski result in the Alps. Margaret and
Susie clean the rooms of this exclusive retreat, whilst enjoying
the parties and indulging in the wealthy men the frequent
this remote part of Europe. Well that was the plan.
What could possibly go wrong for the two best friends?
The hours along, the work too intense. By the time
they finished work for the day, they are too tired
to play and definitely romances off the cards. When the
aloof and arrogant Marcus catches Margaret's eye. Well hmm, well
this attraction spelled doom for their vacation, or could he
be the distraction that Margaret needs? Hi, It's Devlin and
welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination
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A little dirty holiday fan. I don't know where this
story is going to get. It was inspired by a fantasy,
but it's particularly filthy, so I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Hmm. Now,
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just you and my voice. This is your time, Your
time to relax, your time for sens, your pleasure, your
time to explore those in the desires as you listen
to my voice and feel the story going with you
as you m drift even deeper. Margaret looked out the
window as she ran her fingers through her hair. It
was truly beautiful to watch the sun rising, its blush
caressed dancing over the snow covered mountains. She knew full
well it was absolutely freezing outside, but looking at it
from the warm seclusion of the ski lodge, it looks
so perfectly beautiful. She sighed quietly as she turned to
her best friend Susie, who stood next to the kitchen
car to watching their morning coffee percolate. This is truly beautiful,
she said, her voice hesitant and disappointed. It truly is,
Susie replied, it's just a shame that we have to
go to work now, and we'll be working so hard
that by the time we get back this evening, we
will be too tired to party. An urge to Susie's
voice bit at Margaret's heart. She knew full well that
she was the one who suggested the two friends take
a paid holiday in the Alps, so they could spend
the time at an expensive ski lodge, which they had
no hope of affording any other way, and just possibly
while they were going party to party they would meet
some young men with the prospect of romance or maybe
just something a little more interim. Unfortunately, this was just
not how things turned out. The Alps were truly beautiful,
there was no doubt about that, and there was more
than enough young men at the ski lodge to entertain
Margaret and Susy for the whole year. The problem was
they simply worked too hard to have the energy all
the time to either party or engage in any sort
of romance with the men. Margaret sighed as she watched
a lone figure moved across the snow covered decking below,
piquing her interest as it was unusual to see anyone
moving around before the cleaning staff started their day. She
watched him for a long moment, curious as to his intentions.
She wasn't aware of any other flights that had come
into the resort, and she didn't remember seeing this particular
man in the past few days. It was true there
was plenty of men at the resort, but not that
many that Margaret wouldn't have noticed his broad figure, standing
head and shoulders above everyone else. Without turning from the window,
Margaret raised a hand to beckon her friend Susy. Who
is that man? She asked hurriedly as she wiped her
breath from the window so she could watch him a
little clearer. Susie appeared next to her and looked down
at the man slowly walking over the decking. Oh, that's
just Marcus, she said. His family's in finance or something.
He's very arrogant and stand offish. I saw him the
day before yesterday. Oh well, our chances of meeting anyone
seemed to be non existent, so I might just have
to indulge in a personal little fantasy with Marcus the banker,
whether he knows it or not, Margaret said, grinning widely.
You are filthy, Susie suggested. Susie We came here for action,
and right now the washers are looking like the best option,
although I have to say I may leave Marcus a
little surprise under his pillow later today. Which room did
you say he was in, Margaret asked, her voice trailing
off as she sank into her thought. He's in three
sixty nine, But I didn't say he has a friend
with him as well. I think it's a friend. It
seems nice enough, but maybe he's his butler, Susie said,
as she finished the last of her coffee. I'm going
to have a shower. Intrigued, Margaret's focus remained immersed in
the scene unfolding outside their window. Her tongue moistened her
now drying lips as she watched him turn the hot
up cover back and slip the flipflops from his feet,
before putting his robe over a stand and walking up
the steps to the steaming water of the hot tub.
There was something about watching the bubbles move around his body,
the way they caressed his flat stomach and teased his
chest that linglerose Margaret. Completely releasing the ties of a robe,
she let it drift open, deliberately brushing her breasts over
the cold glass of the window, his bitter caress setting
a chill through her body and forcing her nipples to
tighten sensitively. She watched him slowly move into the hot tub,
almost as if he were satisfying her secret fantasy. He
parted his legs slightly and slid his hands inside his shorts.
Margaret gasped as she watched him push the wetterior over
his formidable cock, exposing it to the morning air. Her
hand pressed hard against the window for some form of stability.
Just watching him take his length in his hand and
stroking it firmly sent a rush of pleasure between her thighs.
She had seen plenty of cocks before, this one was
truly beautiful. She would just love to worship this cock.
Watching his long fingers grippish shaft tightly before he started
moving his hands slowly deliberately along his length, Margaret couldn't
help but fall into a rhythm with his hand as
she traced her fingernails over her thighs and caressed her clip,
massaging it with the tempo, and forced to match his
own movements as if they were showing. This moment of
mutual pleasure somehow connected yet still distant apart, Pressing her
fingers between the wet folds of a pussy, she massaged
that spot that most men seemed to fail to discover.
Slapping the palm of her hand against the window in submission,
Margaret could only moan loudly as her body burned with pleasure.
The thought of that cock kissing inside her pussy right now,
not her fingers. The thought of his thumb rubbing her
clip as he thrust deep inside her burned an image
in her mind as she watched his strokes getting faster
and faster, his body arching in the warm waters, raising
his cock into the morning air as his hand pummeled
along his shaft with aggressive, passionate strokes. Margaret watched his
other hand as it gripped the side of the hot tub,
imagining their fingers entwined in a moment of shared passion,
gripping each other tightly as the waves crashed between them
and electricity, a connection she had never known. As her
orgasm exploded through her body as she watched him at
roughed thick threads of white cumb to decorate his body
as her pussy clutched along her fingers, her knees buckling
as her orgasm as salted her senses, she could do
nothing but growl his name as her pleasure only grew.
She watched curiously as he took some tissue out into
the pocket of his robe and cleaned himself off before
disposing of it in the trash can. She leaned heavily
against the window, her knees buckling from the avalanche pleasure
and too soporific from her intense orgasm to be overly
shocked when she heard a voice behind her. Feeling better, so,
as he asked, as she walked into the kitchen, her
blonde head water. Still not yet, not until I have
his cock inside me, Margaret replied, as she took her
fingers from a pussy and tasted her pleasure, imagining the
sensation of feeling his lips enjoying her intimately still tastes good,
Susy asked as she stood behind her best friend. You
know I fucking do, babe, Margaret responded as she lifted
her fingers, still dripping with cumb and traced him across
Susie's lips, immersing herself in the beautiful depths of Susie's
blue eyes. As her best friend sut the satisfaction from
the tips of her fingers. The two girlfriends had enjoyed
much pleasure together, much satisfaction, not that either of them
were even really gay or bisexual. They just had such
a close connection that occasional shared pleasure was natural. But
what Margaret craved right now more than anything else was
the feeling of that man's cock inside her. After dressing,
Margaret considered her plans for the day as she toyed
her there, still wet panties on her fingertips, and whispered
to herself three sixty nine. She didn't have a passkey
for that area, so she would have to use Susie's,
and Susie probably wouldn't let her use it. But if
there was any chance for romance on this holiday, she
needed access to that suite her mind made up. Margaret
surreptitiously removed the passkey for section three from Susie's apron
as she slid her panties into the extended pocket of
her own apron, before calling out to her friend that
it was time they left the work. Susie appeared in
the bedroom door. I'm not aware of what the urgency
was about, as she said, we're not late. No, no,
we're not. But I'm thinking that if we finish work early,
we might be able to get to have a nap
and then get to a party. It's got to be
worth a go, Susie, Margaret said with a desperate grin. Okay,
it sounds like it might be a plan, Susie replied,
smiling to her friend, before they gave each other a
high five and then left the apartment. The two friends
headed towards the Section one rooms. Margaret grinned as she
said goodbye to a friend before vaguely heading off in
the direction of the Section three rooms without Susie noticing.
Standing before the walnut door, her fingertips caress the brass
numbers three, six, y nine as Margaret wondered if she
should really go through with this, wondering if she might
get her friend into trouble after all, her a passy.
The family that owned the ski resorts were well known
for being private. No one ever really saw them, or
at least they didn't know they were seeing them if
they did, but they valued client care more than anything else.
And the thought of two chamber mats messing around in
a guess room, it is probably a sackable offense. Taking
a breath, Margaret slipped the passkey into the door handle,
not sure if she was relieved or disappointed when the
light flickered green and the door clicked to show it unlocked.
The sweep beyond was very quiet, and suddenly Margaret chastised
herself for not checking if Marcus had left the hot tub.
Feeling decidedly insecure, she didn't know where he or his
butler was. To minimize any risk, Margaret started to tidy
the suite as she would do with a room in
her own area, so if she were challenged, she could
legitimately claim she was just cleaning the room. She was
a chamber mate after all. Eventually, she moved herself around
to the first bedroom and slid the door open as
silently as she could, not wanting to raise any concerns
or thoughts of what she was doing this. The room
beyond was dark, the curtain still drawn. As Margaret moved
towards the bed in preparation to tidy the bedding, she
noticed a movement, her body writhing silently under the comforter.
For a moment, she wondered if it was a woman,
but then she asked herself. Why would he pleasure himself
in the hot tub if there was a woman waiting
in his bed? The deep, sleepy moment that came from
beneath the comforter answered her question. It was definitely male.
He must have returned to the room while Margaret was
getting dressed, and then he had fallen asleep. Hypnotized by
his movements under the soft furnishings, Margaret could only watch
in silence as she realized the body under the douvet
was stroking himself in his sleep, Impressed by his vitality,
his cock hard already, Margaret whispered to herself, This man
never satisfied, as she grinned to herself, mischievously, thinking well,
he hadn't met her yet. Sliding a hand beneath the comforter,
she stretched her wet panties around his girth, before tightening
her fingers around the soft lace, gently stroking him, arousing
his desires in his sleep. Her fingers around him, he
felt so much wider than she had thought he was
as she watched him in the hot tub, the wet
caress of her panties seeming to make his cock grow
even harder. Margaret wondered for a moment if she were
able to get to her lips around him, perhaps to
taste his cock while he slept. Sliding her body silently
under the comforter, Margaret kissed along his length. The taste
of his heat as it pulsed against the damp panties
accentuated the excitement burning in her body. Even in his sleep.
His fingers pushed through her hair, his hips rising with
urgent need as his pre come caressed the tip of
his cock, the burning heat of his desire triggering a
wildfire to move through her body. Margaret wondered, as he
was so close to coming, if she could ride his
cock and fill him explode within her to enjoy the
eruption of the pleasure as he filled her pussy, to
silently sink into an orgasm without waking him. Lifting herself slowly,
she kneeled across his body and grasped his hard cock,
before lowering herself on to his length, gently moving up
and down, feeling her pussy pulsing against his cock. Already,
she could feel him trembling, his cock throbbing as he
was so close to his orgasm. Her fingers stretched down
and rubbed her clip, massaging it quickly until her body
trembled with pleasure, her orgasm so close she could not
wait as her pussy tightened and massaged his length, squeezing
his pleasure until he erupted inside her, the warm caress
of his com filling her pussy as she erupted around
his length, biting the pillow next to his head to
silence her moans of pleasure as she came once again.
Suddenly there was a flash of light. The door swung
open as Susy pushed herself into the room before whispering determinedly,
what are you doing? Marcus is coming up in the elevator.
Now you have to get out. Margaret turned to look
at the man beneath her, still hidden by shadows and
the comforter. Suddenly, the door to the suite swung open
and light filled the room as Marcus walked through and
stared at the three of them. The man's cock still
pulsed inside Margaret, waking him with a start. That's the butler,
Susy whispered pointedly. As both women looked at the naked
man waking slowly on the bed hoops, Margaret said, so
oh now, oh, well, will they be thrown out. Do
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