Passion desire Lust

“Did you go out last night, my dear?” asked my grandmother while we had breakfast in the restaurant the following morning.

Without looking up from my eggs I shook my head. “No, I watched some TV and then fell asleep.”

“Oh, I could have sworn I heard the door open.”

I had left Anabelle at just after three in the morning and had been as quiet as possible. But after another two bottles of wine and more sex, I must have fucked up and made some noises. My head was hurting and I had already taken two pills. I reached for my coffee and drank it all, burning my mouth.

We decided to see the Louvre that morning and then take a cruise on the river in the evening with dinner on board. I was dying to see Anabelle again. We had decided to meet in the corridor on my floor just before midnight. The last thing she did before going home each night was to collect the empty trays and dirty plates people left outside their doors on the three floors she covered.

I looked at my watch. It was only nine in the morning. I sighed and had another cup of coffee.

The Louvre was impressive, and we spent several hours walking around and by midday my headache was gone and I almost felt human again. My ass felt a bit weird, but I figured it was because Anabelle had wanted to give me the same pleasure I had given her, and boy did she know how to do it. When I closed my eyes, I could still remember the pain when she had pushed inside me with two fingers and then the extraordinary pleasure that had followed. Brad had tried to fuck my ass a few times, but he was big and it had hurt too much. Maybe when I got back, I would let him try again. Anabelle had shown me a few tricks on how to relax and breathe.

“Are you OK?” my grandfather asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“You have a strange smile and you are blushing.”

“Oh, it must be the change of temperature.”

We had returned outside and were walking back to the hotel. As we approached the main doors several limousines drove up and the doorman rushed down to open the doors on the first one. A man stepped out dressed in a dark suit, white shirt, and a red tie. He had a coat over his arm and when he turned towards me I recognized the mustache. It was Anabelle’s dad.

The man was talking to the doorman who smiled and nodded and then opened the door for him.

“Who was that?” I asked when I was close enough.

“Mr. Sucre. He owns this and several more hotels in France and the Caribbean,” said the doorman.

I was stunned. Why would Anabelle work in room service if her dad owned the hotel? Maybe she had lied to me and he wasn’t her dad? For a second I thought he must be some lover that fucked her and as a token of appreciation had invited her for a ski trip. It wouldn’t be the first time in history a room service girl did a client. I wasn’t angry, just surprised. I decided to ask her later that night what was going on with her and Mr. Sucre.

At midnight I was standing with my eye to the security hole looking out at an empty corridor. My grandparents had been asleep for hours already and I was sure they wouldn’t wake up. I had asked for wine during dinner and had made sure they drank a lot more than I from the bottles.

Twelve ten and still no sign of Anabelle. I was getting nervous. Had she stood me up? Then I saw her. She came around the corner from the right pushing a trolley and picking up trays as she moved along. When she was two doors from mine, I opened it and stepped out into the corridor.

“Hi,” I said.

She smiled and walked up to me. Then she kissed me quickly on the cheek and took my hand. Walking back the way she had come she pushed the trolley ahead of her while holding my hand with her other. When we arrived at the elevators she turned left and stopped two doors down. She took a key card from her pocket and when the door opened, she pushed the trolley inside and dragged me inside with her.

“I have missed you so much,” she mumbled between kisses.

She pushed me against the door and began to undress me. I was only wearing my terry cloth robe so I was standing naked in front of her in no time. Her fingers found me and she began to rub my clit while kissing and licking my nipples.

“Wait, Anabelle. Hold on a second.”

“What?” she said through her teeth as she suckled on my right nipple.

“I saw your father today.”

Without stopping what she was doing and using her fingers to slowly fuck me, she whispered, “Yeah, I know. He came to see me.”

It was hard to talk since she was sliding her finger in and out of my cunt while rubbing my clit and playing with my boobs. I felt my knees go weak and slowly I slid down onto the floor. As soon as I was sitting with my back to the door, she lowered her head and began to lick and suck my clit. Even though the feeling was intense I wanted to know what was going on.

“Please Anabelle, tell me what is happening. Why are you working in your dad’s hotel?”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Oh god, I love the taste of you,” was her response.

I looked down and watched the dark-skinned woman and how her tongue played over my lips and clit. For every touch, my body shivered and soon I gave up. I slid further down until I was lying on the carpet and Anabelle had her head between my legs. I wrapped my legs around her midsection and pulled her closer, pushing her head against my cunt with my hands. As my hips began to move, little yelps and groans escaped my lips, and when I came, I dug my nails into her back and shoulders.

We lay on the carpet, and I used her right boob as a pillow and she was caressing my stomach and tits with one hand.

“My father is here to pick me up. We are going to the Caribbean on vacation. I work here so I can learn the business from the bottom up. Last year I was a receptionist in Nice, and next year I will work at the head office in the accounting department.”

I turned my head and looked into her caramel-colored eyes. “You are leaving?”

She patted my cheek. Yeah, tomorrow evening.”

“Oh.”

We lay in silence for a while and then she said. “Would you like to come along? It would only be for a week or so.”

I sat up and turned towards her. “I would love to, but I need to tell my grandparents.”

“What are you going to tell them? That you are leaving with a woman you have known for less than forty-eight hours?”

She had a point. “So? What should I do?”

She thought for a while. “After dinner tomorrow, tell them you are going for a walk. Take your passport with you and meet me at the same place as we did yesterday night.”

Instead of answering her I leaned down and kissed her stomach, then her pubic area, and then I let my tongue explore her slit and all the wonders it hid.

When I reached the place where we had met the first time a black limousine was parked at the curb. As I approached the drivers door opened and a man in a dark suit got out.

“Ms. Faith Keith?”

“Yes.”

“Please step inside, Mr. and Ms. Sucre are waiting for you.”

He opened the back door and when I got in I found Anabelle and her father inside. “Hi, I am Faith,” I said and gave Mr. Sucre my hand.

“Nice to meet you. Please have a seat the jet is waiting for us.” His voice was heavily accented and as the car pulled away he leaned back and closed his eyes.

I slept on the plane and when the sun woke me up I looked out the window and saw a sea so blue that it hurt my eyes.

“We are landing in thirty minutes,” said Anabelle who was sitting in front of me. She handed me a satellite phone. “Call your family and tell them you are fine and will be back home in a week.”

Naturally, my grandparents were frantic, and my parents, especially my father. He screamed at me and said I was out of my mind. Even Brad was upset. I didn’t care, I was on a new adventure, and it could only get better.

“Come, it’s time for you to get ready,” says Anabelle and takes my hand.

We walk up to the enormous villa that is standing on a hillside. As we walk through the garden, and up around the pool, I wonder if I will ever come back to this place again. The week has passed so fast and with Anabelle’s father being the perfect host, leaving us plenty of time alone, I have been able to enjoy sensual and highly sexual times with Anabelle. I know now that I would never be a lesbian. I don’t love Anabelle, I am just physically attracted to her. I miss Brad and his cock. I love him, and I think this experience has brought me closer to him. Will I tell him about my experiences? I don’t think so. It will be my secret.

As I board the jet that is to take me back to the states I throw Anabelle one last kiss and she smiles at me. Then she screams over the roar of the engines. “Another time, and another place, I will be waiting for you.”

Only time will tell if it will come true.

The End