Quarantined with Kell, Part IV - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part IV

... your wife be staying?” she asked.

Kell immediately jumped in. “I’m not his wife, I’m his aunt.”

She leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. I couldn’t help myself, I was getting hard from the attention we were getting.

The receptionist didn’t bat an eye.

“So how long will you two be staying?” she asked.

“One night,” I said.

“And you realize that the room you requested has just one single king-sized bed?”

“Yes,” Kell answered.

“Do you have any other special requests?” she asked.

Kell pointed up to the rooms lining the open space above us with balconies that opened into the lobby. “Can we get one of these rooms?” she asked.

“I think we have some available,” said the receptionist. “Would you prefer a lower floor or a higher floor?”

“I want to be right above the lobby.”

The receptionist looked up from her computer and for the first time, caught Kell’s eyes. This time she smiled and winked.

“No problem,” she said softly, almost whispering and running her eyes over Kell’s body. “It’s been slow lately, we could use a little excitement.”

We completed the rest of the sale and followed the receptionist’s directions up to our room.

The room was huge, with a king sized bed, a desk, a kitchenette and a tub big enough to invite your friends.

Of course, the first thing Kell did was strip naked and walk out onto the balcony.

The balcony overlooked the lobby, almost directly above the front desk. Anyone coming into the lobby immediately ...

... would see anyone standing on our balcony. And now Kell stood there, naked.

I kept my clothes on but followed her out there. The front counter girl heard her come out, looked up and winked. Kell winked back. She leaned against me and kissed me on the lips, then reached down and stroked my cock through my shorts.

“Should we fuck here, now?” she asked.

“Don’t you want to save it for later?”

“If I have to,” she said, and sighed, then brightened. “Let’s go check out the pool!”

“I saw the rules,” I said. “You are going to have to wear a bathing suit.”

“No problem!” she replied. She took one last look at the small crowd in the lobby who were now watching us intently, then bent over and showed them her spread snatch before sashaying back into our room.

The yellow swimsuit Kell slipped into was a one-piece that on the face of it appeared reasonably modest, but I was sure would turn invisible the moment it got wet. I pulled on a pair of trunks and we wandered down to the pool area.

The pool was half indoors and half outdoors. It was a sunny, warm day, so Kell opted for the outdoor area. She found us a pair of lounges and dumped our towels on them.

A young man in his early twenties was in the pool swimming laps, and an older woman who looked to be in her forties, lounged at the far end in a bikini. Otherwise, the outdoor side of the pool was deserted.

Kell stuck her toe in the water, then smiled and dove in. I followed her. When she surfaced, I noted that my ...