The Love Show 09 Washing Up

At the wedding, our families like us, had connected and exchanged contact details. Since then, they had chatted periodically, checking in on our happenings, and even met up for lunch once. However, this caused an enormous problem when the crew hit everyone up to film Family Time, where we met up with each family in turn. The families were rather reluctant, and Ellie had actually told the producer "After how you've treated them, you can get fucked," and relayed it to mum and Andy's parents, in turn, had somewhat more politely declined the filming.

We wanted to keep The Pests happy and put the hard word on them, so they reluctantly agreed to filming at The Garden Café, across the road from The Manor House. They told the crew that it would be 20 minutes each and the exact times, omitting that they would then walk across the road for a group lunch. After the lunch, we would head to Andy's for an early night before our early morning flight to Vancouver for Washup.

We arrived first and then Andy's parents arrived, and we hugged them. We were surprised that they had matching T-shirts that said UNITED PEST CONTROLLERS that had a logo of a large rat with a cheesy grin, flashing the bird. The producers asked if they had something to wear on top and they advised in the negative, so they reluctantly rolled cameras as the coffee arrived. His parents chatted about their recent activities and were completely uninterested in us, not that we were too surprised as we had chatted with them during prep for this, which infuriated the crew, and they ignored the proffered questions. I heard Andy's dad's watch bleep at 20 minutes, and they knocked back the coffee and bade us goodbye, exiting the café like a rat up a drainpipe.

Seeing Ellie and mum arrive, I smelled/saw a big rat as they too wore the same T-shirts. As Ellie passed the crew, she recognised that the producer was the same one that had been at her house filming for the first Dinner Party and she slid over and playfully kissed him on the cheek saying, "Like my T-Shirt?", eliciting a sour response. This confirmed that my similarly stubborn sister was the instigator. Again, the producers raised the clothing question and got knocked back, like the arriving coffees. Likewise, they didn't ask us anything, really pissing the crew off, then left at the dot of 20.

We walked over to The Manor House restaurant and found our families gathered, congratulating Ellie on her T-shirt design and the receptionist took a group photo. Then, we moved into the restaurant and found our table and Ellie asked why there was a spare seat. In my side vision, I saw a figure walking towards us, and I tapped Andy on the knee. We got up and approached the figure as she arrived at the table, causing the others to be confused. I introduced them, then said, "This is Wing she's one of the Executive Assistants at Rapid: our guest of honour."

"She's been so helpful to us these last weeks, we felt she needed thanking and introducing to you," my love introduced.

"You have two really naughty kids, spoiling this old lady so badly," she said and hugged us deeply and briefly, then she ran through her time at the Spa we'd gifted her in Delta.

Andy's parents loosely knew her, though mine didn't, and, over starters, we all started chatting. As usual, she was enigmatic about her personal life: Andy had told me that even after 10 years, he didn't know anything about her family situation. She asked about the T-shirts which Ellie 'fessed up to and asked if the three of us wanted one too. We all nodded, and Andy asked if Wing could get an extra in one size smaller than me [for Bex]. I kissed him on the cheek, "So caring, so hot," I affirmed.

"Nasty girl," Wing said to Ellie smiling and proffering her hand, "You can come and work with me anytime," and we buried our heads in our hands thinking about that scenario. "That'll teach the buggers," she remarked darkly, "but they've had a lot to learn, and they've been taught a lot recently," she smirked, and we hugged her again.

Between starter and main, we brought out a large laptop and placed it on the table. We showed the video that we'd shown in Delta as our families laughed at the Funnies and our running commentary.

The mains arrived, then the Champagne and, as the waiter opened it, we announced that it was from our first night. The conversation turned to our time so far, and then she smiled and filled in some of the interesting bits about dresses and airports. We filled them in on the Dinner Party and Expert Day, eliciting more laughs as we recounted how we'd confounded them, and Andy had sunk Sneering Sid.

After dessert, we headed our ways, and Ellie had generously offered to take us to the airport early the next morning, despite not being an early riser, as when we flew back we'd head straight for The Suites, so she tailed us to Andy's where she hit the spare room. Early the next morning, we roused her, and Andy made a large breakfast. She joked that I was picking up his bad habits, which was true, and as she was here, there were some new habits that we couldn't partake in. She was yawning her head off, so Andy offered to drive her car, so she could sleep again, which she agreed to.

At the airport, we used the Premium line to check in, then we bade her goodbye as we headed airside and to the lounge to wait for the flight, similar to my last check-in, this time with an escort that I could snuggle and kiss.

The flight was long and, like the last time, apart from eating, we slept snuggling into each other. The easterly wind sped us over the Tundra towards Vancouver. As there was a vacant window seat in front, I'd got the OK to move so we could both photograph. As we descended, the Pilot came on the PA and announced that instead of making our run-in over Abbotsford, we'd be heading over Vancouver Island and would U-turn over the ocean. We were on the right side, so got good shots of the sun hitting the snow-covered North Shore Mountains, then the airport, followed by vistas of Tofino Harbour as we banked over, then finally Nanaimo and its barrier islands as we crossed the Georgia Straight to the runway. I muttered over my shoulder, "Nice view," and got a head tickle from behind as he replied, "In front good too."

Instead of heading straight for Whistler, we'd decided to overnight in the city, so we caught the Skytrain direct to Waterfront. After a short walk to our Canada Place, we checked in at the hotel and confirmed our early checkout and room service breakfast the next day. We changed into our ski gear, which like all our clothing, seemed to be hard to take on and off without help and some kissing on the way. We grabbed our cameras and backpacks again and headed out. After a short walk to the Convention Centre, we boarded the shuttle bus to Grouse Mountain. The sun was up as the bus sped through Stanley Park, then over the Lion's Gate Bridge happily snapping pics as we went along.

After arriving at the top of the Grouse Gondola, we soaked in the view and we were lucky as, on a bad day, you see nothing. Today, you could see south as far as the US border, down towards Victoria and west towards Nanaimo's barrier islands. We took some selfie vids and panorama shots with our phones that we could send to the producers and for our consumption, then I snuggled into his chest as we drank takeaway coffees and fed each other muffins before grabbing our rental skis and boots. Over the next few hours, as we were just skiing for run and the views, we gently skied the blues, rather than going at it and enjoyed the views and the slowly setting sun. We periodically stopped for nibbles of various sorts, especially at the top of chairlifts, and then headed down to the restaurant for our dinner booking.

At the restaurant, we had a window seat which was amazing as my sexy tour guide carried on pointing out scenery to me learned from his prior trips to Vancouver. We enjoyed the two-course menu and a beer each, sharing our food as we normally did, as we watched the sun finally down over Nanaimo and the ski field lights behind start to illuminate. "So romantic, my love," I remarked and got a lingering kiss, then we returned to the slopes for the night ski.

When we were finally skied out, we headed back to the café for dessert and a beer, soaking in the night views of the city below and each other. In the gondola, we alternated between standing at the front as he held me from behind with my head resting on his shoulder so we could soak in the view and kiss and taking nocturnal pics. Then, we got the BC Transit bus down to the North Vancouver SeaBus terminal and then we snuggled up in the bow seats, taking in and shooting the nighttime city from the water as we headed back to Waterfront, then our hotel where we changed, showered, albeit briefly in our now-usual way, and collapsed into bed, knowing that we had a 6 AM shuttle tomorrow to beat the morning traffic.

The alarm went off at 5 AM as we wanted time for our last full breakfast. We stayed snuggling and gently kissing and moving on each other to wake up, then the door rapped, and we heard ROOM SERVICE. We got up and I opened the curtains, then put a towel on to get the food. Andy put his glasses on and started on the Nespresso machine. I put the food on the table and came from behind, wrapping my arms around his chest as I nuzzled his neck, watching him do his magic. I felt myself getting hot watching him and started playing with his nipples.

He made the coffees, then I detached and reversed so I hugged him from the front, "Hotter than George [Clooney]," I said kissing him, "But you're wearing the wrong thing," and I removed his glasses to the table and placed him into me as he Frenched me back. We took turns forking sliced fruit into mouths and eating it and each other, then shared the juices as we were starting to share other juices too as we connected tighter. After the cereals, we reversed so he was leading as we connected tighter and harder eating through the Full English, each other.. and Frenches. It was then that I started moaning gently as my stomach and elsewhere became rather full as we slowly peaked together as the pastries finished. We wound down, then he slid down me, kissing me until he found my juices, then licked them out and came back up to share them. I concluded by finishing off his sausage. "Such an amazing breakfast," he said kissing me a final time.

After we dressed and packed, we went downstairs for the shuttle. As we went over the Lion's Gate, we saw the sun start to peer over the horizon, illuminating the harbour and snowcapped mountains and later, the amazing views of Howe Sound in the early light which we shot stills and video of with our phones and cameras. Again, I had my favourite pillow to snuggle into and sometimes kiss.

Coming into Creekside, the driver called out five minutes and we knew we were first off. I ran through our setup tasks that Andy had told me about: double-check the cleaners who should be in now, supervise the Maintainers who were in next, and finally, verify that what's in the cupboards was on the management app so that the food order could be pushed out: this was something that my love had told me was an in-house development ages ago, though now widely used. I was impressed with the views of the sunlit mountains and the Whistler Valley ahead and looking forward to our week, though it would be hectic as he had shown me some videos of Washup. They made the TLS Dinner Party look placid as there were detailed and noisy, though not heated discussions, though the aim was to gain learnings, not score points, he reiterated!

As we pulled up, Andy pulled up OMessage, got onto the WashUp group which had been running hot since Hib had been called, and snapped a pic of The Chalet to the group. Immediately Terri responded At The [WS-BC] Border. Dog responded with a uniformed selfie of him in front of a Float Beaver with Victoria in the background and Heading back soon; Family and Float Otter to VA next. Andy then WhatsApp' d the pic to Lindsay and Tony who we'd been chatting with since our breakfast chat. They had let us into the TLS group, which was running hot, but we quickly went cold on it as it was similar to the in-person: full of gossip and backbiting and lacking in knowledge sharing, so we muted it and rarely checked it as we had lots of work, WashUp, crosswords and each other to do instead.

The driver unloaded our luggage, and he used Andy's camera to video us walking up and entering the Chalet through the double doors. We dropped our bags in the small lift next to the ski racks and sent them up a floor, then headed up the stairs. The cleaners passed us at the top, heading out which meant the maintainers would be here soon.

The middle floor currently had five rooms currently configured as Kings and the dividers meant we had ensuites but could have up to seven by altering the track-mounted partition walls. We removed our bags from the lift and dropped them into Beta, discarding our jackets onto the bed, then put our heads into Alpha and Delta which were also made up though had a pile of Single bedding on the bed too, then headed to Foxtrot and Golf which had the beds erect against the wall so the maintainers could swap out for a pair of singles for the kids. I felt tension building between us as we headed to the top floor.

Upstairs, there were currently three more bedrooms off to the side and a large living area. Soon, the maintainers would remove the walls, sliding the panels into a chute next to the lift to be winched to the ground floor for onward storage, making an enormous space that would hold the 50 attendees. We walked to the main windows and stared out over the creek, and I felt his hand come across my chest, grab my encased bust, and pull me into him, nuzzling my neck as his free hand grabbed my other bust and they started kneading them and his lump press into my back, causing me to start moaning gently. I pushed my head down so I could kiss his mouth hard and locked onto his lips as his hands roughed my chest harder.

I slightly pulled away from his kissing and grabbing so I could face-to-face him. We resumed our hard, passionate French, and now all hands were roaming under tops and grabbing chests as his hands undid my bra and grabbed me underneath my bra giving me pleasurable tingles and my moaning carried on. We weren't worried about being seen as he'd told me the triple-glazed panes had one-way film, so we had an incredible view outside and in, and we were getting excited about being caught and not wanting to. Our lips parted as we pulled the tops off each other, then his lips made their way fast and down my chest, roughly working over my peaks, then headed down and dropped my jeans, making short, hard work of me and he then pulled them off my feet.

I greedily kissed his chest, rapidly removing his jeans and having a rough on his pole before heading back to French him hard as I continued moaning. I pulled away and jumped onto the kitchen bench, leaning back to show him how open I was to him. He came forward and filled my invitation, pulling me from behind to resume Frenching as we locked mouths again. I wrapped my hands over his neck and lower legs around his waist to grip him so I could move against his thrusts as his hands now roughed my tits. We kissed, roughed, and pushed against each other harder and deeper as he grew inside my tightening hole, and we moaned louder. His hands sent twinges out from my breasts, causing me to pulse onto his hardness and I felt him start to twinge in return. We kissed hard and deep as we pushed each other to a simultaneous climax, then softly kissed to wind down.

Our watches buzzed: it was the maintainers saying they were nearly here, so we quickly cleaned each other up and re-dressed, concluding just as we heard the entry door unlock, then they brought up the single beds to the rooms, staging the Kings into the ski room before starting to remove the wall panels.

We opened up the E-Ord OMessage applet and I started calling out the anticipated cupboard contents, which he affirmed, and then we repeated this in the downstairs freezers. Once happy, we clicked the APPROVE button to complete and this sent off the scheduled order to the grocers for delivery later today which we would store when we got back.

Back in the kitchen, my love extracted a Tim Horton's pod from the benchtop basket and armed the Keurig machine, saying sourly "First we try the local rubbish, but at least it's not the Southern rubbish" (Starbucks) as the weak liquid poured into a cup, then, once filled, past my lips. I kissed him concurring that this was a weak coffee.

"Now we transmute lead back to uranium," he grumped as he used a knife to slice open the top of another pod which he then decanted into a grinder and worked his magic on it. He decanted the fine grinds into a plunger and added boiling water. After an appropriate time, this stronger, more flavoursome liquid, passed my lips, making me even hotter.

"Nearly as good as earlier," I said, holding and kissing him, for while the view was hot, I realised that him making good coffee while naked earlier was much hotter.

The movers were upstairs now, dismantling the bedrooms which they would replace with a narrow stage, and we went back to our room to put our outdoor clothes on. We had arranged to see the Weasel and Dog families after dinner, so they had time to settle in, so we wandered out into Creekside and found a café at the bottom of the slope for a late but needed morning tea cum lunch.

Afterwards, we caught the bus into Whistler proper and wandered around the base as my sexy guide gave me an illustrated tour. We caught the Whistler Village Gondola up, admiring the clear views, using our cameras and phones. At the top, we soaked in the view and each other then headed for the Peak2Peak for more hot views and gentle kissing along the way. Finally, we caught the Blackcomb Gondola down into the village, where we found a restaurant at the base for a somewhat early dinner before catching the bus back to Creekside and getting our ski kit.

In the lounge, Weasel and family, plus Angie and her husband were having dinner, though Dog and his family were out. We went upstairs and Terri came at me like a missile, giving me a deep hug, which I returned. After she released me, Weasel hugged me and finally Andy. Angie came up and hugged him, saying formally "Good to see you, Andrew."

He growled as I knew he hates being called by his full name and he replied, "Missed you Angela" which got a return sour look, and she gently took my hand and introduced me to her husband John, before we headed off for a brief chat, then rejoining Andy and the group who were now on the sofas. We talked about the TLS filming, and I did a few damns with faint praises as I didn't want to cuss around the kids, but the message got through clearly: The Pests had edited our Gold footage into Lead, compared with the two edits Terri and I had done. We really wondered if it was worth giving them this week's footage if they were going to do another hatchet.

From the planning, I knew that the teas would be brought over from The Inn where the residents would eat breakfast and most of the dinners would be there. Andy had told me that, on several previous occasions, he'd baked morning tea -- albeit with help. Cooking for 50 sounded like hard work, but he assured me that when systemised, it was actually quite simple. I loved seeing him in the kitchen and dropped an OMessage chat about it and was surprised that Dog offered his help and said he'd lead with profiteroles. This initially surprised me, then I realised that this wasn't Dog the hard-ass pilot offering, but the kind, soft Pete.

The next day was a break-in day as most of the participants would be arriving. We decided to bake early, then we could all hit the slopes. Andy led, setting out the ingredients at one end of the island and getting me to put the tins at the far end of the bench, next to the pair of double ovens that were heating up. Dog placed the mixer out halfway down the bench and bowls mid-way down the island, and I got the first hint about having a production line. Dog got out the whiteboard and gave me a pen saying, "A lady should know her place."