Awakenings Ch. 25 - Sex Stories

Awakenings Ch. 25

... opened the door. Jeanne stepped inside, took one look and said, "Michael, this is magnificent." I smiled. Behind us, the bellman said, "The suites at this hotel are very nice." "They really are." Jeanne answered, but her attention was focused on the sitting room. A red velvet love seat and a stuffed chair occupied the center of the room. A flat screen television was mounted on the wall in front of the love seat and chair. The mahogany coffee table, two end tables and the writing desk and chair were a matched set. A large oil painting, a still life, hung on the wall above the desk. Next to the desk a set of French doors led to the balcony. The bellman carried Jeanne's bag into the bedroom. When he returned I noticed that he took a long look at Jeanne's ample cleavage. I couldn't blame him. Her cleavage kept catching my eyes too. I placed a folded ten dollar bill in his hand. He smiled and said, "Thank you, sir, if there's anything we can do for you, anything at all please call us." "I will." As soon as the bellman was gone, Jeanne said, "Michael, this room is incredible." "It is nice, isn't it." "I love it." The small artificial Christmas tree I'd purchased the previous day was on the writing desk. Pointing towards it, Jeanne asked, "Did that come with the room?" Shaking my head, I answered, "No, I bought it yesterday at a gift shop." Laughing, Jeanne said, "You put together the perfect Christmas holiday for us." "I tried." "Lets go into the bedroom. I know the ideal way to ...

... start this holiday." "Before we do that, there's something else I'd like to show you." "Okay." I walked over to the French doors and opened them. "Take a look out here." Jeanne and I stepped out onto the balcony. The River Walk was nine stories below us. People were sitting in sidewalk bistros sipping margaritas and beer. Others were walking along the sidewalks that flanked the river. The shops, restaurants and hotels were all decorated for the holidays. A barge laden with tourists was slowly winding its way up the river. In the background a mariachi band played Christmas songs. "Michael, it's beautiful." "I thought you'd like it." "I do, but lets go inside. We still have some pressing business to attend to before we meet the girls and Paul." "I like this plan." Taking my hand, Jeanne pulled me through the sitting room into the bedroom where she let go of my hand and turned so she was facing me. "Michael, do you like my blouse." "I love your blouse." Chuckling, I added, "The bellman also liked it." "He did, didn't he. I got a lot of stares on the plane, too." "I'll bet you did." "Does that bother you?" "Not a bit, in fact I'm enjoying it. Does it bother you?" "Not at all, I'm a slut Michael. Your wife is a slut." "I know that and I couldn't be happier about it." Reaching behind her neck, Jeanne unfastened the halter that held her blouse in place. As she pulled her blouse down to her waist exposing her large breasts, she said, "During the last several months a number of men have ...