Play Date with Hotel Guest Lydia

All characters are fictional and above 18 years old.

Introduction

Lydia Carlsson was a businesswoman and operated at senior level for the travel agency which bore the family name. The firm had been founded by her grandfather 50 years earlier and had grown to be one of the most prestigious in Europe.

Lydia didn't get to her position because of her family ties, as there was a serious work ethic in the family. If you wanted success, you had to earn it. Lydia had studied at university and had worked in other travel agencies to gain experience before moving back to the family nest. Now she was head of procurement, travelling throughout Europe to contract hotels for her company.

Lydia was stunningly beautiful. An only child, with as her name would suggest, a Danish background, she had grown up in England. Despite her Scandinavian background, Lydia was not a typical tall, blond haired, blue eyed beauty, but rather a brunette with deep brown eyes. At 36 years old, she was about 5'9" with a slim athletic figure. Her breasts and ass were in perfect proportion to her height and weight. Her skin positively glowed and she was always impeccably dressed.

Lydia was always guarded when she made new acquaintances, preferring to listen, and assess who it was exactly she was talking to. To some, that came across as aloof.

Knowing this, Peter wondered why she had chosen to reserve in his hotel for a midweek stay.

Peter's Hotel was a comfortable family run place with good rooms, and a good restaurant. A quiet place to relax and enjoy the garden and the local countryside, and of course the local delicacies. It was certainly not the high-end luxury resorts that Peter assumed Lydia would be used to.

To that end Peter was curious. He had googled Lydia and read extensively about her career. There was very little to glean about her private life as Lydia didn't "do" social media.

On the evening of her arrival at the hotel, Lydia decided to dine in their restaurant. Peter was delighted to be able to introduce himself to her. At 6'1" and very athletic, Peter cut an impressive figure. He was a presence wherever he went.

Lydia was seated in the restaurant. She was as usual impeccably dressed in a bias cut skirt, which reached to just below her knees, showing off her shapely calves. She wore medium heeled sandals which displayed her perfectly manicured toes. Her blouse was a silk round neck with short sleeves. Her wavy hair tumbled down to just below her shoulder. Around her neck she wore a colourful silk scarf.

Lydia smiled at Peter as he approached. Her smile lit up the room.

"Good evening, Mrs Carlsson." He said.

"It's Miss Carlsson." She replied, "And please, call me Lydia."

Peter blushed a little. "My apologies, Lydia." He said awkwardly. "My name is Peter Talbot. I am the owner of the hotel, and I am delighted you have chosen to stay with us. If we can do anything to make your stay more comfortable, please let me know."

Lydia raised an eyebrow and laughed gently. "Hmm, anything?" she asked with a grin.

"Of course." Peter said. "We're at your service. It's lovely to meet you. I'm sure we will see each other during your stay."

"Well, I certainly hope so." Replied Lydia, smiling.

"Great." Said Peter. "Enjoy your meal, I will see you at breakfast tomorrow."

"Thank you so much Peter." Lydia replied. "May I call you Peter."

"Of course, Lydia," Peter replied. He was a little flustered. Was she flirting or was she just simply an incredibly charming woman.

The next day

Peter was, as always, up at dawn to prepare breakfast for the hotel guests. This was his favourite part of the working day. An hour and a half undisturbed work, preparing an extensive breakfast buffet for his guests enjoyment.

Breakfast started at 7.30am, but at 7.15 Peter heard someone enter the restaurant. Luckily everything was ready, so he just switched on the lights and the background music.

As usual he entered the restaurant, to greet his guests. To his surprise, it was Lydia. Dressed in a simple sweatshirt and shorts, she was as beautiful as the evening before. Her hair was wrestled into a ponytail, which accentuated her pretty face. Her high cheekbones and dimpled cheeks made her even more beautiful than Peter had observed.

"So, the early bird." Peter joked.

"Gets the first worm." Lydia replied.

"Are you calling me a worm?" Peter asked, feigning shock.

They both laughed. Peter explained everything on the buffet, and Lydia listened patiently, despite having stayed in hundreds of hotels for her work. She thought it sweet that Peter took the time to show her how everything worked.

Peter was excited. He couldn't explain what this beautiful, charming woman did to him, but he felt like a teenager with a crush, in her presence.

"So, Peter," Lydia said. "I was thinking of going for a hike through the hills today. Can you recommend a route?"

"How far would you like to walk?" Peter asked.

"Well, I like to keep in shape, so at least 10k." Lydia replied.

"No problem." Peter replied. "But you should be aware that the routes are not really well marked. You need to be able to read a topographical map for most routes."

"Hmm. That is one thing I am not great at." Lydia replied. "Maybe you could recommend a guide?"

"Ah," said Peter. "At such short notice, a guide will be difficult. But if you would like me to guide you, I am free at 11."

"That sounds lovely. Will you order a packed lunch for us to take away?" Lydia asked.

"Leave it to me." Peter replied. He was secretly thrilled to be able to accompany Lydia for the afternoon.

The walk

At 11.00 sharp, Peter stood in the lounge, ready with a rucksack containing a lunch he had prepared himself. A bottle of champagne, Pâté de Fois gras, Local cheeses and meat cuts and of course, fresh bread and a basket of strawberries. Peter was laying it on for this walk.

Lydia appeared from the lift, a vision to his eyes. She had her hiking shoes on, and long socks. Her shorts were loose around her butt and a sort of combat style. Above her shorts she had a tight Lycra shirt which accentuated her breasts. She was clearly not wearing a bra. A silk scarf tied like a bandana covered her head with her hair in a ponytail out the back, and a pair of designer sunglasses completed the look.

She looked like a model from a camping catalogue.

"Peter!" she cried. "How nice of you to go to all this effort for me."

"It is my pleasure." Peter replied. "Shall we?"

They left the hotel. Peter had chosen a route up into the hills via a number of steep climbs to a perfect picnic spot. At first the going was easy, and they chatted amicably about the local countryside and history.

Later as the climbs became steeper, there was little time for conversation as they needed to save their breath. Peter helped Lydia up the steeper paths by leading and offered her a hand when the incline was very steep. Lydia was not inclined to let Peter see that she couldn't keep up, but he was a very experienced rambler.

Most of the time, Peter walked behind Lydia furtively admiring her perfect ass.

Finally, after about 6k, they reached the picnic spot that Peter had planned. It was a huge rock which balanced on the edge of the highest hill. The view over the countryside was amazing.

Lydia, sat down on the rock and stared in amazement at the view. She smiled serenely.

Peter made himself busy unpacking the lunch. He laid out a picnic blanket on the rock. When everything was ready, he said in a soft voice.

"Madam, Lunch is served."

Lydia laughed. "I'll bet you think that's how I was raised."

Peter replied. "No not at all. I just thought it was funny."

"It is funny." Lydia answered. "But let me tell you a little about me."

Peter perked up, keen to know more about this beautiful enigmatic woman.

Lydia began. "I am an only child. I grew up in a wealthy family and had a wonderful childhood. We had lots of friends where we lived and there were always fun things going on in our house and the neighbours houses.

My parents worked very hard to make their business successful, and I learned from an early age that if you want success, you have to work for it.

I never really had boyfriends, except for one who broke my heart. I was determined never to feel the pain of giving my heart and soul to someone, only to have them stamp on it. As an only child, I learned to amuse myself, and if I am honest, I like my own company.

I have had many casual relationships. Mostly to satisfy my sexual needs. But I don't commit to relationships. That is why I never married. I just like to be alone at the end of the day."

Peter blushed. "Wow that is very open and honest. How do you do that? The casual relationship thing?" he asked.

"Well, I got you to come with me today." Lydia replied, smiling at him. She winked at him.

Peter blushed even more.

"Oh, come on." Lydia said. "You don't think I didn't notice you admiring my ass? Did you think I put on this outfit because it was practical?"

"I guess not." Peter replied sheepishly. "But you are stunning. Why would you be interested in me?"

"Peter." Lydia replied. "You are handsome, and very charming. Most of the guys I meet are so full of themselves, and generally looking for some arm candy. That's not me. You seem honest and candid. And you listen without interrupting which tells me you are genuinely interested in what I have to say. That is not only refreshing, but a welcome change."

Peter smiled. He poured two glasses of champagne and laid toast with foie gras on a plate and joined Lydia on the rock. They sat there on the blanket enjoying the view, the food and champagne.

Peter jumped up. "And now the strawberries."

He grabbed the basket and took a strawberry between his fingers. Lydia laid herself out on the blanket.

Peter leaned over her and fed her the strawberry. As she opened her mouth, he poured a sip of champagne into her mouth and then a strawberry.

Lydia closed her lips around the strawberry and sucked on it suggestively before taking it completely in her mouth.

She had Peter's full attention and there was a stirring in his trousers.

Lydia looked carefully around, and seeing no one else, she pulled her Lycra shirt up above her head exposing her breasts. Peter took a deep breath, she looked amazing.

Peter took another strawberry and traced it over her breasts, circling her nipples only to finally bring it to her lips.

Lydia took a small bite.

Peter repeated the action, coating Lydia's exposed breasts with strawberry juice and returning to her lips.

He bent over Lydia and began to lick the juice from her, concentrating on her breasts. Lydia gasped as Peter licked around her nipples, causing them to rise to attention.

Lydia groaned in anticipation of the next round.

"Oh, do go on kind sir," she giggled.

Peter moved downward on her body. He planted kisses on her nipples, her ribs, down to her navel. He poured a little champagne in her navel and licked it out with his tongue.

He fumbled with her shorts until Lydia helped him by opening the button and pulling down the zipper. Peter pulled on the sides of her shorts. They slid easily down her thighs and to Peter's delight she was not wearing underwear. Her pussy was trimmed short but not completely bare. There was a small triangle of hair just above her mound.

Peter slid Lydia's shorts down to her ankles and over her hiking shoes. Now he understood why she had chosen loose shorts.

Lydia was lying in her almost naked magnificence on the rock. The hiking shoes and long socks looked almost comical. Peter couldn't believe his luck having this goddess before him.

Peter moved further down Lydia's body until he reached her pubic mound.

He gently licked the outer lips of her pussy, slowly moving along her weeping slit. As he moved upwards Peter inserted a finger between Lydia's folds. She gasped in anticipation and pulled her gently.

Lydia cried out. "Ohhhhh! That is sooooo gooood!"

Peter went to work with two fingers in Lydia's sopping pussy. He curled his forefinger upwards to massage her g-spot.

Lydia began to buck with her hips. She was getting close to her point of no return.

Peter stopped. He knew she was close.

Lydia whimpered."Aagh! don't stop."

Peter waited. He waited until Lydia's breathing slowed. Then he attacked her pussy again. His mouth on her clit, his fingers moving in and out.

Lydia was soon close again, and again Peter stopped.

Lydia was desperate. "Please Peter," she begged, "I need to come."

Peter waited again until Lydia's breathing returned to normal. Lydia's impatience was obvious in her pleading eyes.

Peter took Lydia's shorts and laid them under her butt.

Now he moved between her legs. His cock was rock hard.

Lydia opened her legs. She reached down, opened his zipper and freed his rock hard cock. She took it in her hand and stroked it gently. It was as if she was appraising the goods.

"Ooh nice." She said, " I do like a bit of girth. Put it inside me, please." She pleaded.

"I'm glad you approve." Peter joked.

He didn't hesitate and aimed his cock to her opening.

Peter pushed gently into Lydia. She groaned. It was as if her pussy had been waiting for him. She was wet and it felt like his cock was being sucked into her warm folds. He kept pushing until he bottomed out.

"Fuck me, Peter. I need to come so badly." Lydia pleaded.

Slowly thrusting in and out, Peter was revelling in the sensation of Lydia's silken folds.

The champagne and the warmth of the rock added to the surreal feel. Peter was in ecstasy. He had never imagined that he would make love to such a beautiful woman.

She made his head spin whenever she was near him. Even now her perfume penetrated to the depths of his brain. Her smell, her voice, the feel of her body, washed over him like a high he had never felt before.

Slowly, gently, they made love in the sunshine, on that rock.

They were both floating in a cloud of wanton lust. They kissed, and licked and bit every part of each other as if they wanted to eat each other up.

Peter was sucking and biting on Lydia's nipples, giving her pulsating shocks over her whole body. Lydia poked her tongue in Peter's ear doing the same to him. She drew him further into her by wrapping her legs around his butt and pulling him.

Peter upped the tempo. He started to increase the power of his strokes and was slamming his cock to the bottom of her pussy with every stroke.

Lydia pushed her hips to meet him

Her face was contorted with pleasure, and you could see that something huge was building. With every stroke she made a small grunt.

"Nnng, nng nng, oh oh oh oh oh." She grunted. "Mmm, mmm, mmm." she almost sang it out like a mantra.

They were looking into each other's eyes. Their breathing was simultaneous. And then.

"Yess! Yess!" Lydia cried out. She clamped onto Peter. "I'm cumminggggg!" she cried out.

Peter slammed into her. Lydia's pussy began to squirt juice along Peter's cock and over his balls.

Lydia's arms were wrapped around onto Pete's back, and she dug in with her perfectly manicured nails, scratching stripes horizontally over Peter's back.

Peter didn't feel it. He was so obsessed with the feel of his cock being milked by Lydia's pussy that everything else was blocked out. He kept on slamming into Lydia, who had now passed her orgasm and gotten a second wind. Now she was crying out with every stroke.

"Give it to me Peter. I want your seed in me."

Peter felt his seed rise and knew it would not be long. A few hard strokes later he filled Lydia's cunt with his hot cum. Lydia came too, but this time it was a series of small orgasms, which caused her to gasp for breath as if she was drowning in a sea of lust.

They lay together on the rock, holding each other close and murmuring sweet nothings to each other.

From somewhere close by they heard voices. Two ramblers were close and having a conversation about the noises they had just heard. But they couldn't really find where it had come from.

Peter put his finger to Lydia's lips as if to tell her to be silent. She nodded.

Peter crept to the edge of the rock and peeked over. There below was a young couple reading a map. Peter withdrew and crept back to Lydia. With first a kiss on her lips he whispered.

"Tourists. We had better get dressed and head back."

Lydia smiled and quickly began to dress herself. Peter was packing the picnic up when the tourists appeared just next to the rock.

The woman blushed and turned to look knowingly at her partner. He in turn also blushed.

Lydia threw her head back and laughed. She found it hilarious.

Peter and Lydia walked back to the hotel hand in hand. Now and then they exchanged a passionate kiss.

It was late afternoon by the time they got back, and they separated discretely before entering the hotel.

Lydia was tired and wanted to go for a swim and a sauna. She told Peter that she would be having an early night. Peter, too, was tired and wished her a good night's rest.

He went to his office to catch up on the day's work. Unable to concentrate, he left early and went home.

Both Lydia and Peter slept like babies.

Day two

Peter rose early as usual to prepare breakfast for the hotel guests. He started a little earlier than usual in anticipation of Lydia's arrival in the breakfast restaurant.

He was however disappointed to see that Lydia had ordered room service for 7am. By the time Peter was ready the breakfast had already been delivered.

Lydia, it seemed, had already left for the day. Probably to go shopping, or maybe for a sightseeing tour of the local area.

Peter mooched around the office for most of the day, unable to concentrate on the work.

Before he left, Peter decided to check a few guest rooms to ensure that housekeeping were working to the high standards he had set. One of those rooms was Lydia's suite.

Peter was obsessed. He missed her so badly, even though they barely knew each other.

He looked in the wardrobe. There was a collection of silk scarves hanging on a clothes hanger along with several very stylish outfits. The hiking outfit was tossed in a suitcase, obviously not planned to be used again for this trip.

Peter felt weird snooping around the room of a woman he had only yesterday fucked in the great outdoors. He even thought that it was a little creepy to look through her closet like this.

Peter checked the room thoroughly. In the drawer of the bedside table, his attention was caught by a shiny object. Lying in its box was a bullet vibrator. Silver coloured, it was not more than 3 or four inches long. Peter couldn't resist and pressed the 'on' button. To his shock, the vibrator was very powerful. He shivered, and quickly switched it off and placed it back in the box.

He left around 3pm and planned to come back in the evening to check on dinner.

At around 7pm, Peter came back to check on the dinner service. It was a slow evening in the restaurant and after some banter with the kitchen and service staff he went to his office to catch up.

Peter had done some thinking in the afternoon and had come to a decision.

If Lydia was avoiding him because of yesterday, then that was okay. She had told him that she did not commit to relationships, so he was forewarned.

At the same time, he was intoxicated by her. Her scent, her body, her smile. Everything about Lydia filled his thoughts.

Looking at the orders for the evening, he saw that Lydia had again ordered room service. A club sandwich and a glass of chardonnay.

Disappointed that he would probably not see her, decided to finish up and was packing his stuff for departure when a receptionist popped her head into the office.

"Excuse me, Peter," she said. "Room 112 is asking if someone can have a look at her aircon. It doesn't seem to be cooling. Sorry to bother you, but maintenance has already left."