St. Moritz--Badrutt's Palace Hotel Chapter Four
I do not know how long I had again sat staring into the fire, but I turned my head when I heard the door opening. It made hardly a sound, and I was soon able to see that Jacques was once again coming in to check on us. He said that he wanted to make sure that I had not fallen asleep on the rug.
He had a small silver tray with a large brandy snifter on it. The decanter was quite lovely, and the label was Jenssen Arcana Hors d'Age Cognac. It was such a fine cognac for a man of such simple tastes as me. Jacques set the tray on the table, and poured the cognac for me. When he handed me the snifter, his hand touched mine and he exclaimed "Mon Dieu, you are nearly frozen." I had not realized that my robe had slipped down to my buttocks, and was completely open in the front, exposing all of me to the cold. He pulled my robe up around my shoulders and closed it in the front to cover me.
He stood by me while I sipped the intensely wonderful cognac. When I finished, he asked if I needed a refill and I told him no, it was bedtime for me. He took my glass and put it down on the silver tray. He then went over to set the fire for the night. He adjusted the damper and added whole log pieces to the fire. The bed of glowing embers quickly ignited the new wood. When he was satisfied that all was done correctly, he returned to me.
He extended his hand to me, helping me get up off the rug, explaining that I did not need to be spending the night on the cold floor. With a gentle pull of the hand and a lift under the arm, he raised me up off the floor. Once again he pulled my robe closed around me, and led me to the bedroom.
At the bedside, he turned my side of the bed down, and helped me slip out of my robe. I slid into bed, feeling the luxury of the Rebus linens. I again found my simple tastes pampered with such luxury. Jacques covered me and set the duvet. He turned on the small night light in the bathroom, and asked if I needed anything else.
I informed Jacques that he had met every need I had. I told him that he had done all that needed doing and more. Once more he bid me bonne nuit, dormez bien, and told me that he would be retiring for the evening also, but that Henri would be available to take care of any needs we had during the night. I thanked him for his kindness and turned over in bed to spoon with John. I heard the door latch click as Jacques quietly let himself out.
I pushed myself back against John, causing his maleness to slide against me. I reached back and placed it between my cheeks. John stirred a little as I adjusted him. I then reached back and pulled his arm over me so it draped across my chest. I again pushed back until my back was against his chest. I settled myself, and got very comfortable.
Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I felt John's hand squeeze my right nipple. I also realised that his soft, flaccid pénis was now firm and ready for use. He leaned against my ear, whispering that now was the later he promised earlier in the evening.
I smiled to myself, slipped my hand down between us, and gave his phallus a loving squeeze. In short order, he was fully erect and ready.
I began the squeezing of my sphincter, signaling to him that I was ready for him to begin.
He wasted no time in retrieving the lubricant from the nightstand. In a flash, I felt his fingers, wet and slick; begin to probe me deeply with a slow massaging action. When his pénis touched my prostate, I went over the top with delight and demanded that he stop teasing, and get his hardness into me. He told me to be patient, that all would happen in time. He withdrew his fingers, and I could feel him lubricating the head and shaft of his tool. I could feel his hand guiding his erection towards me. It was only moments before he touched me. I immediately pulled my knees to my chest, and pushed back against him, causing his manhood to penetrate me. Without hesitation, he pushed his entire pole into me with a single stab. I was delirious with the intense pleasure racing through me.
I felt his lips and tongue licking my ear as he began to gently begin his push and pull motion. With each forward thrust, I pushed back to achieve the deepest penetration possible. The head struck my prostate, which each inward thrust, causing me to gasp with delight. His hand continued to play with my nipples, keeping them rock hard. He reached down between us, and retrieved some lubricant from my phallus. His lubricated fingers returned to my nipples and began a slick massage of them.
My own maleness fully hardened with his continued thrusting. I reached down to stroke it, while he continued the nipple play. I loved each deep inward thrust that he gave me. The repeated contact with my prostate was making me leak copious amounts of pre-cum, which made my stroking much more slippery. I was thoroughly enjoying myself when I felt John once again lean into my ear. This time however, he whispered that he wanted to sperme dans ma bouche (shoot in my mouth) and not in my bottom.
I quickly turned over and slid down his chest and abdomen. I took him in my mouth and began working on him. It was mere seconds before I heard him gasp and then thrust deeply into my throat. His seed exploded, racing across my tongue and down my throat. He blasted at least four times before he began to slow his thrusting, and his explosion became a dribble on my tongue. I made sure to clean him completely, before allowing him to withdraw. I so loved the taste of his semen. Once I done cleaning him, I used my lips to pull his foreskin back up over his now sensitive head.
Once finished, he spooned up against me and reached over me to grasp my maleness. I told him he did not have to, but he insisted. His hand began a slow and steady stroking action on me. As he stroked my circumcised pole, he again lamented the fact that there was no foreskin to play with. I reminded him that I had not been snipped by choice, and if I could grow it back, I would. He took the head between his finger and thumb, rubbing the pre-cum all over. He then gripped the shaft and began to stroke me in earnest, sliding his pre-cum slicked fingers from the base to the tip. My skin quickly dried out and he stopped long enough to spread lube all over the palm of his hand. He returned to the stroking, and I began to enjoy it more. Soon I was pulsing and thrusting against his hand. He knew I was about to go over the top, and stopped stroking and just squeezed me in his hand repeatedly. This was enough, and I began spraying all over his hand and the bed linens.
When I was finished expelling my fluids, he brought his hand up to my mouth and feed my seed to me. I loved the taste of my own seed almost as much as his.
We settled back down and got comfortable against each other, once the after play was finished. John spooned me from behind, wrapping his arms around me, and me pushing back against him. I felt him put his pole between my cheeks again, and heard him exhale with contentment. Soon his gentle snoring signaled that he was asleep.
I allowed myself to relax, and soon fell asleep, feeling very satisfied.
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