We had dreamed of this moment for many years, and finally were able to afford a bed and breakfast of our own.
Opening the front door for the first time, it was daunting how much work needed to go in to this dilapidated old mansion, but in the end we knew it would be worth it.
About the third week into our renovations, I was in the midst of cleaning out a closet in one of the upstairs bedrooms, I noticed something funny. I have a strong sense of geometry, and walking up and down the hall and peaking into the rooms, it appeared that the walls didn't quite line up. There seemed to be too much wall and not enough room. I did not think much of the observation, it was an old house after all, and kept on cleaning out the debris that had piled up in the rooms.
A few days later, I realized what was wrong with the walls. Ahh, it was not by my keen powers of observation, no, it was my occasional clumsiness. I tripped over my own foot and when I tried to break my fall, my hand pushed through the bedroom wall. My first reaction was how to lament over how many hours it would take to repair both sides of the wall, however, when I went around to inspect the extent of the damage, there wasn't even a mark on the other side of the wall. That's strange, I thought. Returning to the original hole, I expanded the opening, so that my head could fit into the gap -- that's when I realized what I had discovered - a secret hallway. Now I understood what was wrong with the lines in the house.
Working carefully, I enlarged the opening so I could fit my whole body through and into the darkened tunnel. Walking up and down the secret hallway, I could not figure out why the original owner had constructed the passageway, perhaps he could sneak between bedrooms late at night, perhaps so he could sneak out of the house without anyone knowing. Perhaps he hired a really lousy construction firm. With a smile, I realized that I did not care why the passage was created, instead, I was inspired, I had a great idea, an idea that would give me years of pleasure. As each room was repaired, I installed large, decorative, one-way mirrors. Strategically placed, so I could walk up and down the secret hallway in complete darkness and watch through each the one-way mirror, what was going on, on the other-side, a clear view of each and every bedroom. When she asked, I did not tell my wife the "why" behind the mirror installations. I was just pleased that she liked how they added light and romance to the rooms. She also was thrilled that I seemed to get a renewed energy as each mirror was installed.
A few months later, the renovations were complete and now it was time to open up the mansion, turned bed and breakfast, to the public. During the design phase, my wife and I had talked about how we should market this new bed-and-breakfast, to set ourselves apart from everyone else. We had hired an interior designer, who decorated each room with a romantic theme, so that we could cater to couples looking to get away from the pressures of work and their spark for romance. Each room had a theme - my favorite had a giant four poster bed with billowing drapes, a Jacuzzi for two, candles galore, and of course, one large mirror that filled one wall of the room.
Our first weekend was a bit disappointing. My wife was called away to work the weekend shift at the hospital, her "paying job" as we called it, while I was left to run our beautiful new and currently vacant bed and breakfast. I thought it was all for naught, until that phone call at 5 p.m. on Saturday. It was a man's voice, deep yet energetic. He was looking to surprise his wife of 10 years, with a romantic night out. I offered them our best room, the Jacuzzi suite, which I described as being awash in soft neutral tones, a giant four poster bed, cathedral ceilings, and a Jacuzzi tub, all in the same room. I mentioned that it had a great view and I promised they would love it. (I knew I would) A small price drop sealed the deal and he told me they would arrive in a few hours.
Since there are first guests, we also surprised them with a chilled bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries, tastefully presented on the table in their room.
My back was to the door, when I heard her giggles and his deep throated chuckles. I turned and smiled at the attractive couple as they came across the hardwood to the foyer arm in arm, all smiles, as they approached the desk.
When they checked in, I don't know who was more excited, them or me! While they searched for credit card, I casually noted their appearance. She was tall, with brown hair, blue eyes and a figure that seemed slim, but it was hard to tell under her winter thick coat. He was broad shouldered and a few inches shorter than my 6'2" frame, and thicker at the waist, but not fat, with dark hair and dark eyes. I told him they had the run of the house, that they were the only guests this evening, and to enjoy the amenities at their will. They smiled and he said, " you probably won't see us until tomorrow morning" then winked at me. She hit him playfully on the arm as they turned to find their room. I smiled back, like a Cheshire cat.
I gave then a 20 minute head start to find their way upstairs and unpack, and I locked the front door, made sure my cell phone was turned to vibrate, and snuck up the back stairs to the entrance to our private residence, which also included the door to the secret hallway.
During the renovations, I created a false wall in the back of our master bedroom closet so that I could enter and leave the secret hallway discretely. Entering the dark tunnel, and moving quietly, I could see a soft glow coming through the one-way mirror from their room. My heart beat faster as I approached the window of light, and the window of a night of erotic voyeurism. As I tentatively peeked around the corner, I had misjudged how quickly they were able to unpack their things and start their romance. While I was confident that there was no way to be seen through the mirror, it was a whole new experience as I peered around the corner. I quietly took my position on the dark side of the mirror, I found myself staring at a beautiful set of blue eyes, filled with passion and lust that stared unknowingly at me from only a few feet away. She stood with her legs spread wide and arms braced on the mahogany chest, that filled the space beneath the giant mirror. She was staring at me, or should I say, staring at the mirror, her head only a few feet away, her eyes closed in pleasure. Jim was whispering in her ear from behind.
I knew from the register, that her name was Mary, and that her husband's name was Jim, and that they seemed like a very, a very fun and creative couple. Little did I know how much fun they really were.
As they embraced, I could clearly see the goose bumps that raised on her arm. Puckered skin at the base of each hair, raised little bumps that were or every sold either of the slight chill in the room, or her excited state. His forearms were heavily muscled and his veins pulsing, as they wrapped around Mary.
I was surprised by how clearly I could hear what they were saying. While I had soundproofed and sealed the space between the wall, the sounds of their voices transferred through the glass and I could hear everything, from her soft "coos" and whispers, to the rustle of their clothing as they embraced.
As Mary's eyes rolled back, Jim stood behind her kissing the nape of her neck, and sliding as a rant his hands around to the front of the shirt and continued unbuttoning, the last few remaining buttons. Mary pushed herself back against Jim and sighed, "oh God, I needed to feel your hands so bad" Jim responded, by sliding his hands between the open halves of her shirt and copying her breasts through her flimsy, lazy material of her bra. Her bra was a flimsy material, lazy and see-through, and stretched tight. I thought it was almost funny, that Jim couldn't see the material, but I could. He following Mary's eyes, I watch them trace the motions of Jim's hands, as they pulled her shirt open, then mashed her breasts together, gently at first, then with more force as his passions increased. His fingers flexed, and the veins on his hands pulsed, as he massaged her breasts, and sliding his fingers along side her now, visibly erect, nipples.
Mary whispered to Jim, "pinch them, pinch them, Jim Oh, God, pinch them..."
And as Jim obliged, and a pinched her nipples, Mary leaned her head back and let out a long, soft, roadie, moan, that vibrated the mirror and sent warm shivers through me. Responding, Jim pulled her tighter, and I Mary ground her hips back against him, crushing against his pelvis. He grabbed her hips and held her tight to him, as her hair bounced in rhythm with her movements.
Jim slowly slid the shirt off her shoulders, then trailed his hands back up her waist to the front clasp of her bra, and in one smooth motion unclipped the cups, letting her magnificent globes swing free. Like her shirt, he slid the bra from her shoulders and then slid his hands around her waist and up, cupping her freely swinging boobs, nipples sticking out between his veined hands.
