St. Moritz--Badrutt's Palace Hotel Chapter Ten
When I first opened my eyes, I could see the sunlight peeking through the split in the drapes that covered the French doors. I figured it must be early, as I could feel John pushing up against my back. He normally left for the ski slopes just after sun rise. I also noticed that there was no scent of coffee in the air. I finally gave up guessing and looked at the clock on the table de nuit. It was only half past five. I wondered why I was up so early, considering the late night we had.
My bladder was in need of emptying, probably due to the amount of Champagne I had consumed the night before. I slipped out of bed without waking John, and slipped into my fluffy robe to ward off the early morning chill.
I made my way to the bathroom, and forced my hardened pénis to point downward towards the toilet. Once situated, my bladder began to empty. I thought I would never finish, but finally did. I softened as I turned to leave the bathroom.
I thought I would make my way to the living room, and take some heat from the fire. As I walked into the living area, I noticed that the settee that we had left in front of the French doors had returned to its normal position. I also noted that the area had been cleaned, there were no used condom wrappers in sight, and the flowers on the table were fresh. It is good to have a hotel staff that can anticipate ones needs.
I went over to the rug in front of the fire and sat down. My robe fell open, and the warmth of the fire rushed up against my skin. It felt good to have the chill banished from me. I noticed that the fire was burning quite brightly, no longer banked for the night. I concluded that the night valet had been in earlier to stoke the fire back to life.
I sat comfortably on the rug, contemplating last nights encounter. I still felt that Günther was a terrible disappointment. Unfortunately, I could not find any redeeming value in two episodes of premature ejaculation, and total lack of sexual finesse. Jacques, on the other hand, had turned out to be a welcome addition to an evening of sexual games. His manners and his finesse in lovemaking endeared him to my heart. I thought about the possibility of a repeat with him, and a smile spread across my face. I decided I would talk to John about it later in the day.
As I sat absorbing the heat from the fire, I heard a timid knock at the door. I thought it might be Jacques with café au lait. I said nothing and heard the passkey in the electric lock. As the door opened, a service cart entered first, followed by Henri. He pushed the cart towards the table. He was transferring the silver service tray to the table before he realised I was sitting in front of the fire.
He immediately offered, in his quietest voice, a sincere Bonjour, to which I smiled and replied in kind. He asked if I wanted café au lait, or would I like a cup of tea. I told him the café would be wonderful, and he began to prepare it for me. He inquired if John was awake yet, and should he prepare him café also. I told him that we had been up quite late, and that John was still sleeping. He mentioned to me that Jacques had called in requesting to start his shift several hours later than scheduled, also pleading a very late night. The grin on his face made me wonder if he knew about last night.
He offered me a small tray with several pastries on it. I shook my head no, letting him know that the hour was far too early for me to eat. He asked if John and I wanted a European or English breakfast menu left. I told him I normally ate a European breakfast, but John required the massive English breakfast to start his day. He left both menus on the table, asking that I call room service when ready to order.
As he prepared to leave, he asked if I would like assistance getting from the floor to the settee to drink my café. I raised my hand, and Henri took hold of it as well as my arm. He pulled me to a standing position and my robe opened completely. He gave a quick glance to my genitals before drawing my robe closed around me. He then helped me to the settee. Once seated, he asked me if I needed anything else before he left. I told him I was fine, and thanked him for his close attention to my comfort. He smiled at me, and excused himself. I never heard the door close as he left.
As I sat sipping my café, I heard John in the bathroom. I went to check on him, wanting to know if he was really awake and ready for the day, or just to relieve his bladder.
As I walked into the bedroom, John was exiting the bathroom. He looked up and smiled at me. I looked at him and could see that his semi-rigid manhood was jutting from the front of his robe. He came over to me, kissed me softly on the cheek, and whispered Je t'amie in my ear. I returned the kiss with a whispered Je t'aime plus que la vie elle-même. (I love you more than life itself.) I then nibbled on his ear and kissed his throat.
I felt him harden, responding to my kissing of his neck. I asked if he required assistance with hardness, or did he want to order breakfast. He told me that I was breakfast. With that he guided me to the bed, sat me down, and stood with his maleness pointing directly at my mouth.
I wasted no time in moving in on him, starting by retracting his foreskin. Once peeled back, I took the tip into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, cleaning the last drop of urine from him. I pulled off him momentarily, asking if he wanted to climax in my mouth, or did he want to bury himself in my backside. With a grunt, he slapped my cheek with his tool and told me to open my mouth. Judging from the roughness, I knew he wanted to quickly blow his load and get on with the day. These morning quickies were not an uncommon event. He just needed to unload his semen so he could think straight for the rest of the day.
With minimal work on my part, John quickly buried his meat all the way down my throat, and began thrusting. I could tell from the urgency of the thrusting that his orgasm was not far off. I squeezed my throat muscles as much as possible, and he began to groan in pleasure. On his next pull outward, he shot his first squirt, jetting it across my tongue and down my throat. He then buried himself as far into my throat as he could, and finished unloading. While he was unloading, I spent time massaging his bollocks to intensify his pleasure. Once done, he pulled out of my mouth and allowed me to clean the semen from his tool. When I was done, I looked up at him sweetly and asked if he was ready for café. He laughed and slapped his tool across my cheek one final time.
He helped me up from the bed, and held my hand as we walked into the living area for our café. We sat on the settee, and I served him his café As we sat drinking the café, I felt his hand open my robe and squeeze my thigh, pausing for a moment before he took my soft pénis in his hand.
I pushed his hand away, and reminded him that he needed to get out to the slopes before the crowds became unbearable. He told me the slopes could wait, that my needs were important to him. I laughed and reminded him that we could have sex anytime, but the slopes were only ski able for a few hours in the morning.
He went to the bedroom, and was back in mere moments wearing his ski clothes and boots. He smiled as he headed to the door, a wide smile on his face.
As he exited the room, I reminded him not to bring anymore premature ejaculators home.
I heard him laugh as the door closed.