St. Moritz--Badrutt's Palace Hotel Chapter 12
When I saw John getting out of the shower, I quickly finished my Champagne and got out of the tub. We stood facing each other while we dried off. John tossed his towel on the floor and reached for one of the robes. He slipped into it, and reached for a second for me. I put my towel on the edge of the marble vanity, and got into the robe John was holding open for me. Once in the robe, I reached down to pick up John's towel, and put it with mine. He laughed and reminded me that the hotel paid people to clean up after us. I gave him my harshest look, and reminded him that the staff did an outstanding job keeping our suite spotless, and that he did not need to cause them extra work. He just smiled at me and pushed both towels onto the floor. Sometimes he could be so exasperating. I left both of the towels on the floor, not wanting to provoke John to anger. We went into the bedroom to dress, and I asked John where he planned on going so that I could dress appropriately.
He told me he wanted to have lunch at La Marmite. He liked riding the inclined railroad up the mountain to the restaurant, and the food was always excellent. The magnificent view from the mountain was absolutely spectacular. I reminded him that there was a powerful winter storm outside and we would probably have difficulty getting up the mountain to the restaurant. He decided we would go to Café Hanselmann instead. He called Jacques and asked him to have the hotel car readied for us.
We dressed in casual après ski wear, wanting to keep warm from the storm outside. Once dressed, we made our way to the lobby.
Jacques was in the lobby waiting for us and I could see that the car was already out front waiting for us. He escorted us to the front door and turned our care over to the driver. He wished us bon appetite, and closed the hotel door.
The driver quickly opened the car door for us, and we quickly got into the vehicle. The wind was blowing quite hard, swirling snow all around the entrance. Once inside, the driver confirmed that we did indeed want to go to Café Hanselmann. John told him that we did and the car headed out to the street.
As the car pulled out onto the street, I was able to see that the wind was driving the snow fiercely across the street. I asked the driver if it was safe for him to drive, and he told us he had driven here all his life, and this was not a traffic stopping storm.
When we pulled up to the restaurant, the doorman immediately came out to open the door for us. As we exited the vehicle, John attempted to provide a gratuity to the driver, but he shook his head and told us he would be waiting for us when we had finished our lunch. Apparently, Jacques had told him not to leave us at the restaurant.
As we entered, it became obvious that the restaurant was quite dated. The furniture and wall coverings gave away their age. John saw me looking, and remarked that the charm of the place was enhanced by it's out datedness.
Though the dining room was crowded, we were immediately seated at a secluded table near the fireplace. Our serveur met us at the table and offered to help us get out of our overstuffed jackets. After shedding our jackets, the serveur told us he would return with our apèritif. In moments he was back with two glasses of Pernod and a small ornate pitcher of ice water. He asked how we preferred it, and John told him two to one. He quickly mixed the liquids, and departed, leaving menus for us.
We sipped the Pernod, and looked over the menu. John decided on the steak, of course. I chose the pâté au poulet. We ordered, and chatted while we waited for our meals.
Once served, we quickly ate our lunch and passed on dessert. John called for the check, and settled the bill.
We donned our jackets and made our way to the door. As the doorman opened the door, the car was pulling up in front. The doorman opened the door for us and we slid in. The interior of the car was warm, and we made the short drive back to the hotel quite quickly.
Once at the hotel, the doorman was waiting to open the car door for us. As we exited the car, John provided a nice gratuity to the driver and thanked him for waiting for us at the restaurant.
We wasted no time in getting into the lobby. The outside temperature seemed to be much colder than when we left for lunch. Jacques met us at the elevator, and enquired about our lunch. John told him that it was quite nice, but the steak was not as tender as he expected. I told him my chicken was very nice and I had no complaints. Jacques asked if we were in for the rest of the day, and John told him that we were, as it was too cold to go shopping. We boarded the elevator and pushed the button for our floor. Once we arrived, we exited and headed for our suite.
John opened the door for me, and we went in. The room had been freshly cleaned; there were fresh flowers in several cut crystal vases. Jacques had placed a bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket, and a bottle of A. H. Hirsch Reserve Bourbon. I poured the bourbon over some ice for John, before pouring the Champagne for myself.
Jacques had set the fire for us, and it was blazing delightfully, pouring warmth into the room. John sat down on the settee, and pulled off his boots. As he sat sipping his drink, I sat down next to him and also pulled off my boots.
Once I was comfortably seated, John put his arm around my neck and pulled me to him. He playfully kissed me, and I was able to taste the bourbon on his lips. I put down my wine, and slipped my hand up under his sweater. I moved up his stomach to his chest and started to massage his nipples. While I massaged him, I looked down and saw movement in his pants. Obviously he liked the massage and his pénis was rapidly becoming erect.
As I worked on him, he began kissing me more seriously, driving his tongue into my mouth. I enjoyed him kissing me this way, I enjoyed him dominating me. I let my hand slide down into his pants, and grasped his tool firmly. I provided some minor stroking, while working his belt from his pants. Once I had to belt off, I was able to slip both hands on his hips and pull his pants downward. He helped my lifting his buttocks. I pulled his pants all the way to the floor and slipped them off his feet.
With him naked from the waist down, I wasted no time in getting my tongue working on his meat. I retracted his foreskin, and began licking him from his couilles to the tip of his pénis. I first sucked each of his couilles into my mouth and provided them with a tongue massage. Once done, I moved up his shaft, licking and nibbling as I went. He always liked having his frenum played with, so when I reached it, I nipped at it gently with my teeth, pulling on the skin. I was immediately rewarded with a string of pre cum leaking from the glans. I licked the pre cum and followed the string to the opening in his glans. I drove my tongue as far into it as I could, and John's hips instinctively rose up, driving my tongue even farther into him. After a few more licks, I opened my mouth wide and forced him into my mouth and down my throat in one continuous slide. He moaned loudly as the sensations washed over him. In moments, my nose was buried in his pubes, and my tongue was once again licking his couilles. I held him tightly in my throat, letting the muscles work on him, before starting the usual up and down motion. After only a few minutes, he pulled himself from my mouth and stood up.
He pulled off his sweater and shirt, and stood before me completely naked. He pulled me to my feet, and told me to strip out of my clothes. I wasted no time complying with his command and in a flash I was also completely naked.
Next, he directed me to take the hands and knees position on the white rug in front of the fireplace. As he moved to get behind me, he stopped at one of the trays that Jacques had put condoms on, and grabbed a small tube of lube.
Once he was behind me, he put both his hands on both of my inner thighs, and spread my legs as far apart as they would go. He then put some of the lube on my anus and massaged it deeply in. Next it was two fingers I felt inside me, then three. When he pulled his fingers from me, I spread my legs again as far as they would go. I expected him to mount and penetrate me, but instead he took time to slap and spank both of my buttocks. The sting I felt with each slap caused my sexual excitement to rapidly rise. I enjoyed an occasional spanking, just because John took such pleasure from spanking me. My small pénis was hard and throbbing from the spanking I was receiving. After about ten slaps to each cheek, I felt him spreading lube on both warm and reddened cheeks.
I next felt the head of his tool against the tightness of my anus. With only minor slowing, he drove his entire shaft into me. In seconds I felt the wonderful fullness of having him inside me. His abdomen made contact with my cheeks, and he started a side to side circular motion. Now I understood why he lubed my cheeks. It was a lovely sensation, his abdomen sliding and circling my freshly spanked cheeks.
Once done with the preliminaries, I felt him fully mount me, his chest on my back. He slid his arms up my sides, under and across my chest, and finally locked his hands behind my neck. He had effectively pinned me to the floor.
I heard him take in several deep breaths, and the next thing I knew, he was pounding into me like a jackhammer. With his hands behind my neck, he forced my head to the floor, causing my buttocks to rise up. This gave him even greater leverage with which to pound me. I felt his couilles slapping roughly against me, and I thought he must be hurting himself. As the pounding intensified, I heard him begin to groan and pant heavily. His speed increased, and he continued to push as deeply as he could into me.
After just a few minutes more, I felt him increase to jack rabbit speed, and his breaths were taken is short staccato bursts. He growled and made one final mammoth plunge into me as his burning hot semen flooded into my well serviced rectum. As he exploded, he leaned forward and bit down fiercely on my neck. The pain I felt only intensified my pleasure. There was shot after shot of his male juice firing into me, splashing on the walls of my rectum. While still firing, he pulled me from the floor to my knees so we were both kneeling upright. He had unlocked his hands from my neck, and placed them across my chest, forcing my back against his chest.
When he finished shooting into me, he released my neck from his teeth and slid his hand down to my now swollen and engorged pénis. He slipped his hand around my small tool and started masturbating me. Instead of pulling his tool from me, I felt him start a rhythm that matched his rhythm inside me. I loved feeling his tool striking my prostate, as his hand stroked me. My level of excitement was unbelievable, and I was only able to last a couple of minutes before my body got the best of me. I felt the semen rushing up my shaft and with a groan, I released the pent up semen. I shot five or six times, each shot firing into the air before some landed on John's hand, and the rest ended up on the rug.
John held me tightly while my orgasm completed. Once I was finished, he turned my head towards him and kissed me passionately. As I returned the kiss, I felt him pulling his tool from my rectum. I tried as hard as I could to clamp my anus closed, to prevent the loss of John's semen, but there was so much in me that a small amount leaked out of me and ran down my couilles.
John got up from the floor and as he helped me to my feet, he ran the hand that was covered in my semen across my lips and fed it to me.
We made our way to the bathroom, and John started the shower. As the warm water rained down on us, I released my clinched anus and allowed John's semen to escape from me. I could feel it running down my thighs as it was washed away by the shower.
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