"Are you sure you can manage?" Asked Eric Pollard, as he loaded the last of the suitcases into his car.
Tracy Metcalfe his former daughter-in-law and employee at The Manor Bed and Breakfast Hotel in the Yorkshire village of Emmerdale replied. "Of course, now get off on your cruise, and enjoy every minute." She hugged her boss and his partner, Faith Dingle and waved them off on their journey.
Turning around she looked at the hotel and said to herself, "well, here goes, a month of trying to prove myself."
Tracy was still recovering from her break up with David Metcalfe, after he cheated with his ex Layla. He had moved on and was now living with schoolteacher Mia.
Trying to put her former life as a sex worker behind her, Tracy was keen to move on and saw the chance to run the hotel for a month, as a great opportunity.
Her sex life had been almost nonexistent recently, a quick fuck with the local GP, Liam Kavanagh, which, while satisfying at the time, was strictly a one off. Anyway, he had now taken up with Bernice, the local beautician.
Deciding that everyone in the village, apart from her was getting some sex, Tracy decided to concentrate all her energy into making the most of this opportunity .
For the first two weeks, trade had been slow and she had coped very well.
The phone rang. "Hello, The Manor Hotel." Said Tracy, answering.
The enquiry was from an Australian who was looking for a double room for two or three nights later the following week.
Bookings were sparse and Tracy was delighted to confirm availability. Pleased with herself, she looked forward to welcoming the couple.
She had prepared the best room, the one with the King sized bed and quite luxurious on-suite bathroom.
The following week, the Australian visitors arrived.
Tracy greeted them and showed them up to the room. They were very impressed, as was Tracy at the sight of them.
He was tall, muscular and very fit. She was more petite, very pretty and like Tracy a blonde. She thought they were like her, in their early thirties. He was Mark, her name was Angela.
They were both exploring family histories in the UK and were nearing the end of the trip, returning to Australia the following week.
"What's the local pub like for food?" Asked Mark.
Tracy replied, "usually very good, the chef Marlon, might seem a little odd or eccentric, but he is a great chef, I can recommend."
"Great, we will try it later" replied Mark, in his pronounced Australian accent.
Mark and Angela were the only guests at the B and B, so later that night, Tracy followed them down to the pub and spent a quiet night with her half sister, Vanessa.
Mark and Angela made their way back to The Manor, with Tracy not far behind.
After securing the building, she made her way to her room, undressed and put on her rather unsexy, but comfortable pyjamas.
She climbed into bed and was just dozing off to sleep, when she awoke with a start, wondering if she had secured the front door properly and set the alarm.
"Of course, you did silly," she said out loud to herself, and settled down, the duvet enveloping her. But the thought wouldn't go away, so she climbed out of bed and made her way down stairs.
Of course she had locked the door and set the alarm. Then climbed the stairs to return to her room.
Her route took her past the guests bedroom and she paused as she passed and could distinctly hear voices, fairly low, but loud enough to hear.
"Oh god, you give the best head, oh yes, suck it all in, yes, that's it," she heard in the distinctive Aussie twang.
She continued to listen, feeling guilty, but turned on at the same time.
Mark kept on what seemed like a running commentary on Angela performing, what sounded like to Tracy, like a world class Blow Job.
Then there was silence for a short while, until Angela said," ok, you've had your treat, now it's time to fuck me."
Then Tracy heard the unmistakable sounds of two people making love, with all the accompanying noises, of bedsprings, headboards and of course a couple of really turned on Australians giving forth with all the words of encouragement to each other.
Eventually with a final shrieking noise, they seemed to reach a mutual climax, and all was silent.
Tracy returned to her room, reached into her bedside cabinet and removed the vibrator, he kept for occasions like this. She was as randy as hell, but alone. Her plastic lover would have to suffice.
She removed her pyjama trousers and after a minute or two of playing with herself, she turned on the vibrator and slowly moved it around the outer lips of her pussy.
He mind was full of thoughts of the couple in the room down the corridor, her imagination conjuring up images of them having sex.
She inserted the vibrator inside her pussy and together with its motion and her thoughts, quickly brought about a quite substantial orgasm.
Tracy quickly dropped off to sleep, wishing for erotic dreams.
These didn't come, but Tracy was up and about early, preparing the full English breakfast for her guests.
"Gee, that looks awesome," exclaimed Mark as he gazed at the full plate in front of him.
Tracy smiled, a knowing smile and replied, "need to keep your strength up, a big boy like you needs a good meal to start the day."
Mark replied, "and how do you know I'm a big boy?"
Blushing, quite quickly, Tracy spluttering, said," oh I didn't mean, you know, I meant you are well built, that's all."
They both laughed and Angela said, "don't worry Tracy, he has more than enough down there to keep me happy."
Tracy was taken aback by this and simply said, "lucky you."
"I suppose I am, but surely someone who looks as good as you has a fella, in her life." Said Angela in reply.
Regaining her composure, Tracy said," no, all on my lonesome, just going through a divorce, then who knows, but in a small village, there aren't many eligible men, or women if that's your thing.
Angela looked at her and asked, "and is it?"
