We both awoke to the alarm. Diane scurried from bed into the bathroom, and I just lay there, stretching lazily. If I remembered correctly, we had a couple of hours to get ready this morning. It was now just after six, and we were to meet up in the hotel's diner for breakfast at eight. There was plenty of time to get ready, and for anything else that might come up.
I laid there thinking about the night before, remembering how it felt when my cock was in Diane's ass. I started thinking about how she is such a dirty girl under that motherly exterior, and I could not help myself. I began stroking my cock slowly. I began to relive many of the moments we shared. I began to focus between last night, and the night at the club, where I fucked her right at our table.
During this time, I heard the shower turn on. I started picturing her soaping her naked body up. I was seeing her hands roam all over her body, passing over her erect nipples, and down to her pussy. When she moved, her breasts would jiggle enticingly. Even the thought of her placing a foot on the side of the tub, and rubbing her hands over a shapely calf excited me.
Lost in my fantasies, I did not hear the shower turn off. I was startled when I heard the bathroom door open. I had been caught. Diane was naked, and was drying her hair. Seeing her this way, and her breasts bouncing as she rubbed a towel through her hair sent me over the edge. With a groan, I shot my load into the air, landing on the bed, and on my stomach and chest.
"What brought that on?" she asked me, having stopped what she was doing.
"I was just thinking about you. I pictured you in the shower, soaping yourself up. I could see your naked body, and I got excited."
"Sometimes I cannot believe you. How can you find me that exciting?" she jested. "I mean, I'm not fat or anything, but I am no model either."
"Models tend to look like little boys." I said. "There is no mistaking you for anything but a woman. Your breasts are perfect. Not grotesquely large, not small. When not restrained, they move so enticingly, I struggle to keep from groping you in public. Some people mix these up, using them all the same, but you are pretty, cute, attractive, beautiful, and sexy, all at the same time. You have the soft and subtle curves that define femininity. People like you when the first meet you, so that says something about your personality. You also have a sense of humor. Remember the joke you pulled after our first night together? You are also a great lover."
While saying this, I could see her begin to blush, a flush of red, from her cheeks to her breasts. "If I am all that, then I would not be divorced, right?"
"If you are not all that, then why am I getting hard again. Have you looked at your hair?" I replied with a grin, and grabbed my recovered member. "Why does my desire to please you, please me?" She watched my hand has it pumped up and down.
"It looks like you are pretty intent on pleasing yourself at the moment." I could see mischief in her eyes.
"Only because it excites you when you watch me masturbate, like it excites me to watch you." Without another word, leaving her towel draped over her shoulders, she slid a hand down between her legs. When her fingers brushed over her sex, she sighed. As she watched me, her hips began to buck slightly. She kept her fingers sliding over her pussy, and soon closed her eyes. Taking a chance, I began talking to her.
"Oh, God! You are going to make me cum." She let out a yelp. "No one has ever made me cum twice like this. Don't stop. I want to watch you cum with me." She let out a quick cry that I had not heard before. Her body was starting to jerk, and she was thrust her butt backwards, then forwards again. He fingers were now flying between her legs. I could not see what they were doing, but watching her body react was bringing me close to the edge.
Her cries were coming quicker. "Are you cumming?" She nodded quickly. "Oh God, Diane, don't cum before I do." She let out a strangled moan, and I was going over the edge. "Oh, Diane, you are making me cum again. Oh, Go—d, ung!.." I began cumming, and so did Diane. With a loud moan, and several yelps, I watched her body jerk rapidly. She slipped into a nearby chair, legs spread, and continued to work her fingers, continuing her orgasm.
Soon, she went limp, and slouched in the chair, breathing heavily. I got out of bed, and kneeled before her, placing my hands on her thighs. I kissed her legs, and she looked down at me, and smiled. Her fingers were still lazily running over her pussy, and I watched them. "If you keep that up, you are going to kill me today. Not an entirely unpleasant prospect."
Defiantly, she slid a finger inside of her pussy, arching her back as she did, and moaning. "Either I get up to get a shower now, or I ravage you all day, in every way I can think of, leaving us both shriveled up husks. Our bodies will shrivel up, as we will dehydrate from cumming so much. I will lick you dry, then wet again. What do you think?"
She chuckled, and said "As appealing as death by orgasm sounds, I do have a son to think about." She pulled me up, and brought my face to hers. I could smell her arousal on her hand, but decided to behave. She brought me into her, and we kissed deeply for several moments. After we separated, I stood up, and pulled her to her feet. "Let's get you clean again." Together we got into the shower, and managed to clean up without incident.
After our shower, I sat on the bed, and watched her get dressed. She blushed as I did, but continued on. Today she was wearing a light skirt, and a couple of tank tops, and no bra. The tops did a decent job of restraining her breasts, but I could still see a hint of erect nipple. I found this exciting. Once she was done, I walked to her, kissed her again, and got dressed. I felt better today after having shaved, and completely cleaned up. It was time to meet everyone else for breakfast, so we departed the room.
During breakfast, Diane's parents said that they wanted to take Sean to town shopping, then after lunch, they would visit the park for some activities. Diane said that would be fine, but wanted us all to have dinner together. I was asked what my preference would be. Italian is my favorite, and everyone gladly accepted the place not far from the hotel. While eating, the front office manager came to our table, and told Diane that there was a problem with our room.
We were nearly done, so Diane kissed her son, and her parents goodbye, and we hurried up to the room. A water leak developed on the Jacuzzi, and water soaked nearly the entire floor. Luckily, we did not have anything lying around, so nothing of ours was ruined, but we both feared that we were going to be stuck in a closet for the rest of our trip. The manager said that they had no other rooms close to this one. They were all smaller, but not the smallest they had. He would be happy to reduce the charge to that room plus an additional 10% for the remaining nights.
He felt this was fair, but Diane was quick to point out that we were enjoying our vacation, and now we had to deal with this, plus moving to a smaller room. She was not happy with the offer. She tried talking to him, but he would not budge. She was about to get angry, but I stepped between them, placed my hands on her arms, and kissed her cheek. I told her I would take care of it, and she can start packing her things. I led the manager out of the room.
"Listen, do you realize that every year, she is here with her parents. Two rooms for a week every year. I can tell that you are not even fully booked at the moment. You parking lot is half empty all the time. Surely you have similar rooms that are sitting empty. Perhaps even a better room that is going to go unused for the rest of the week."
He tried to interrupt me, but I continued on. "I know that in the overall scheme of things, two rooms for a week out of the year is small, but this is how it starts. You fail to take care of one customer, then another, until word gets around. You are working to ruin her chance to relax. If you put her in a small room, no matter the discount, she will not enjoy it, and I can guarantee that there will be no return visit."
Now, the manager got all uppity, and decided that they would not give us any discount, as they were not obligated to. I told Diane that I would be back shortly, that I would be at the General Manager's office discussing the problem. She said ok, and that she would get us all packed. The manager, who I found out was the front desk manager seemed to strut after me. We reached the front desk, and I asked the person working there to get the GM for me. The jerk I had been dealing with said that he was busy, and I would have to leave him a message.
As luck would have it, the GM walked by, and the lady behind the desk called out to him, telling him a customer wanted to speak with him. He introduced himself as Dave, and asked what he could do for me. He seemed like a very nice man. The jerk began speaking, and I cut him off. "Dave, I hate to tell you this, but this man is giving a very bad impression of your hotels service. As you can see, you were addressing me, and he felt it best to speak in my place. But, this is not my point."
I proceeded to tell him the problem, and of the offer. I told him about my talk with him, and how he rescinded the offer. Dave told him to wait in his office, then walked to the desk. He asked about reservations for the penthouse. That got my attention, but was told that it would be occupied before we left. They had several suites available, with nice views, and balconies. Dave said we could have our pick, and would not charge us anything for the remainder of our stay for the room. I picked a room in the corner, and took the key up to our old room.