Thanks to litfan10 for letting me borrow Holly and the Forbes Erotic Art Gallery. The ball is now in your court. Huge thanks, as always, to stevieraygovan for the editing. I don't know what I'd do without you, my friend.
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It was the dull ache of sore muscles that started Van's gradual exit from a peaceful, dreamless sleep. He lay still, wondering why his back hurt until a movement next to him brought him into full awareness.
Anna.
Montreal.
God, he was in Montreal... with Anna.
He rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Their night together had been incredible. Her soft body had been so responsive, so passionate; taking her on the balcony was almost like a dream. Knowing that others in the hotel had enjoyed watching them had served to spur him on that much more.
His cock twitched at the recollection.
From the time they met, he'd known she had an adventurous side. It had taken steady encouragement and persistence before she had started to let it shine through, and last night had been a huge leap forward for her.
He stood in the bathroom's doorway and watched her sleeping for several minutes. She'd rolled over to hug one of the hotel's large pillows; her hips were slightly canted up, facing away from him. It looked fairly awkward from his vantage point, but she was breathing easily and seemed comfortable enough.
Suddenly he wanted to be back in bed, holding her. As his cock stiffened, he padded back to the bed and slowly drew the sheet down her sleeping form before easing himself into position behind her.
Did he want to wake her or not? It was a tough decision, but with the call he'd made the previous night on his mind, he opted to let her sleep... for the time being anyway. He glanced at the bedside clock as he bent to kiss her shoulder. Nearly 9:30 already.
Gently stroking and kissing her smooth back, he knew room service would soon be at the door. Still, it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy a few minutes soaking in the soft fragrance of her skin and the warmth of her body until then. She mumbled incoherently as his hands caressed her curves.
Naturally, the knock at the door came when he reached the small of her back.
Pulling on the pants he had tossed to the floor, he walked as quietly as he could to the door, opening it to invite the bellhop in. The young man entered with his rolling tray, stacked with piping hot croissants. He also had oranges and the equipment necessary to prepare freshly-squeezed orange juice. A carafe and French press were under the top shelf for brewing the hotel's special blend of coffee.
"Where would you like your breakfast, sir?"
There was a mischievous gleam in Van's eyes as he thought of what was waiting in the other room. "Oh, just take it in. You can set it up next to the little table." He kept his voice light and followed the bellhop into the sleeping area, catching a glimpse of his nametag as he passed - Marcel.
It was the knock at the door that brought Anna fully into wakefulness. She could just make out two voices at the door and was sure her lover was planning something for her. Deciding to let it play out, she lay still, controlling her breathing in the hopes that she would appear to be sleeping.
The entire cart rattled as Marcel stopped in his tracks, stunned at the woman's smooth, bare body lying on the bed in front of him, her rich red hair fanned over the pillow. She was facing the wall but the sheet had been drawn down past her knees, exposing the elegant lines of her back, ass and thighs. He couldn't help but wonder what he had walked into.
Knowing there was a possible new participant in whatever Van was thinking, her curiosity was roused. Who had come in, and what would he or she do? She could hear someone stuttering, presumably in surprise, and from the tone she knew it was a man bringing them breakfast.
'What are you planning, babe?'
She shivered with excitement at the thought.
"Don't worry about it," she heard her lover calmly and quietly say to their guest. "You're welcome to enjoy looking at her. What do you normally work on first; the juice, or the coffee?"
'Okay, good, he's setting some boundaries. Does that mean this is it and this guy only gets to look, or will that loon allow him to touch me?'
she mused. To play a little and let him know she was aware of his game, she shifted slightly with a soft sigh.
Van sat in one of the chairs next to the table and smiled as the young man seemed to relax under the knowledge that he had a specific task. Glancing at the bed, he noticed Anna's subtle movement and realized she was awake. The bellhop was also eyeing her body and trying to be casual about his ogling while he went about the business of preparing breakfast.
"Umm... I'll start with the coffee. While that's brewing, I'll squeeze the oranges."
As the young man reached for the carafe and French press, Van asked, "That's an interesting way to make coffee. How long does it usually take?" He was hoping to send a message to his little temptress.
'Either she'll keep pretending to sleep,'
he thought,
'or she'll wake up to play, depending on how much time he needs for the coffee.'
Checking the water in the carafe and deciding there was enough, Marcel stated, "It depends on how strong you want your coffee, but once I add the water you can let it sit for up to ten minutes, although I recommend you pour it before that long." He looked at the walls for a moment and added, "I just need to bring the water to a boil first."
The electrical outlet was quickly found and the carafe was plugged in to heat the water.
'Qu'est-ce qu'ils font ici? Merde, je ne veux pas des soucis, j'ai tout juste gagne cette position,'
he worried to himself as he returned to his cart.
Anna concentrated on the activity behind her. From the way Van's question was phrased, she knew she had about ten minutes to continue playing possum.
'How do I let him know I understand? Hmm, would he believe I'm having a dream?'
A soft sigh and sleepy giggle, both muffled by the pillow, told him that the lithe redhead was aware of at least part of what was going on; grinning to himself, he decided he would follow her lead. Of course, he might direct a few things, but he'd let her have most of the control.
Relaxing into his game, Van watched as the oranges were cut and squeezed and the rinds discarded. It was interesting, seeing the young stranger adjust to his surroundings and especially to the beautiful, nude woman on the bed in front of him. He wondered if anything similar had ever happened to the bellhop before.
While he knew that Anna would have the last word in just how far things went, he was also curious how far their visitor might push, and where she'd decide to draw the line. Taking a sip of the sweetly tart orange juice the bellhop offered him, he realized he wanted her to 'wake up' in order for things to begin moving in whatever direction they were going to take.
At a signal from the carafe, the bellhop turned it off before unplugging it and returning to the cart. Van sat back as the young man poured hot water into the glass of the press and swirled it around, heating the glass before emptying it into a bowl that had been hidden from view.
"That seems like it's an overly complicated way to make coffee."
