The Student - Part 1

[passionman1]

The Student

Dianna pushed her hotel door shut behind her and leaned back against it. It was around eight o’clock and it had been a long day of meetings with difficult clients. Slipping out of her shoes, she pulled her top off and tossed it on the bed. The threat of a migraine loomed. Great, she thought, just what I need. She opened her handbag and dug down feeling for her steady companion. But the bottle of Tylenol wasn’t there, and then she remembered. She had taken the last one two hours ago. “Shit,” she muttered, and she buried her head in her hands.
“Front Desk,” came a deep voice over the phone.
“Yes, this is room 812. Do you happen to have any Tylenol down there?” She leafed through the hotel amenity book while the clerk went to look. The second floor had a pool and hot tub. Damn again, she thought. No swimsuit. She was in the middle of peeling off her nylons, when the clerk returned. The hotel didn’t have any Tylenol, but she could get some across the street. She sighed and hung up. The last thing she wanted to do was to go out foraging.
“One more night and I’ll be back Marlena,” she muttered, feeling the headache intensifying. “Oh, please, God, give me a break.” She threw her top back on and reluctantly was back out the door and heading for the elevators at the end of the hall. Along the way, a bellhop joined her and together they waited in silence. He was perhaps eighteen or nineteen; twenty would be stretching it, and he was eying discreetly. She shot him a friendly smile, and looked away trying not to encourage him. At forty and a professional earning six figures a year, she resisted adolescent boys, although there were times when she toyed with the idea of having one just for laughs. The problem was, Marlena said, is that they get moonstruck and become outright nuisances.
“Excuse me, maam, are you getting in?”
She startled and then saw that the elevator had arrived and that the doors were open with the bellhop waiting inside. “Yes, thanks,” she said, stepping inside. “Lobby, please.”
He pushed the button and as the doors shut, he said, “You from around here?”
Of course I’m not child, she thought. “No.”
The boy was quiet a moment and she could see him fidgeting out of the corner of her eye as the elevator made it’s decent. “I’m from Butte. Moved here a couple of months ago.”
“That’s nice,” she answered, praying the elevator would hurry up and get to her floor.
“Where you from?”
“Excuse me,” she said, pinning a hard eye on him. It was a look she gave people when she wanted them to fuck off and leave her alone. She waited for the crushing silence between them to put the conversation at an end. But his dark brown eyes never left her, nor did his charming smile waver.
“I asked where you was from?”
Most people wilted under the kind of glare she had given him. Then again she reminded herself he was young and probably didn’t know the difference between a come on and a fuck off. If she didn’t feel like her head was going to split in two, he might be fun to twit. At last she said, “San Francisco. Look, I have a roaring headache here and I’d really rather not chat if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, sure. Is there anything I can get you?”
“Well, unless you have a bottle of Tylenol in your pocket, I don’t think so.”
“No. But I know where I can get some.”
Dianna cocked her brow. “You do?”
“Yes, lifeguard at the pool keeps a stash in his office. If you want, I could go get some and bring it to your room,” he said. The elevator doors opened then, and the sprawling Lobby awaited her.
Dianna thought about it. “Tell you what, how about I come with you? I wouldn’t want to put you to any additional trouble.”
“No trouble at all maam.” He pushed the button and the doors closed again. “How do you like San Fran?”
“It’s all right.”
The doors swished back and they both got out. “Pool’s right down the hallway. You been to it yet?”
“Haven’t had the chance. I sure could use a dip right now though.”
“It’s closed but I could sneak you in if you want.
“As tempting as that is, I’ll pass. No suit.”
The bellhop shrugged. “Bummer.” He was quiet a moment and she could see his mind working. At length, they came to the natatorium, and he turned around and said, “Tell you what, I got an idea. You want to swim, use the hot tub? You go in and I’ll lock up after you so no one comes barging in. No one comes back here after hours anyway and if they do, I’ll chase ‘em away.”
“And who’ll chase you away,” she said, watching him closely. When his face reddened, she pinned an amused smile on him, and then despite her headache and Marlena’s warnings, started to seriously consider having him. “You wouldn’t be hoping to sneak a peek would you?”
He stammered as he tried to deny her inquest. He’s done this before, Dianna thought. Clever boy. “My Tylenol, please?”
“Right.” He fumbled with the keys and opened the doors.
She followed him in, her glance shifting to the oval, blue tiled hot tub that hugged the large kidney shaped pool. It would be so nice to sip on a bottle of Pinot Noir and slide into it, she thought.
“This, do you?” The bellhop said, handing her a dozen caplets.
She popped a couple and downed them. Feeling better for no other reason than knowing relief was on the way, she decided to have a little fun. “Right now, I need to fight off this killer headache, but if later I decide I want to take a swim, how do I get a hold of you?”
“My shift ends at ten. If you settle on what you want to do by then, ring me up on my cell,” he said, and he pulled out a slip of paper and jotted his number down. As he handed it to her their hands brushed. His skin was warm and smooth and his touch sent a tremor through her body. She met his endearing expression with a long speculative gaze then glanced down at the growing bulge in his pants.

At ten, she dialed the bellhop’s number and five minutes later met him on the second floor next to the natatorium. He unlocked the door and let her in, then faded into the darkened room to hit the lights. “I’m only going to turn a couple on. Don’t want to give the impression there’s anyone in here.”
Right, she thought as the sound of water running through the filters hummed in her ears. “So, you never told me your name,” she said, calling out behind him.
“Kyle,” came a reply. She heard a tinkle of keys and then a couple of soft white lights splashed down on the hot tub. “You wanted to use the whirlpool, right?”
“Yes,” she called back. In the shadows she could see him walking toward her, twirling his key ring in front of him. When he came near, she said, “So, my little peeping Tom, are you going to hang around, or would you rather lurk outside and try a sneak a peek? “
Even though it was dim and his face was in shadow, she could see his eyes were widened. He wavered in front of her and in his awkwardness and naivety there was created a wave of excitement in Dianna she had not known before. Already, she could feel his eyes on her, undressing her, and it sent her heart racing. She reached out and took his hand pulling him over next to the hot tub. “Sit,” she said, and she slowly lifted her top over her head and dragged it over his shoulders. His eyes glazed over and his breath quickened. “You like?”
Kyle gasped, and his mouth retreated into a tiny crooked smile. He reached out to touch her, but she pushed his hand away. “No touch. You understand. You can look but you cannot touch, or this all ends.”
He nodded and when his hand fell back to his side, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. As the straps fell away and the garment dropped to her feet she felt her skin tingle. Suddenly, her hands were caressing her flesh and pinching hardened nipples and the sensation almost made her cum. She took a deep breath and gathered herself, her gaze never leaving the young bellhop’s face. Such agony he was in. She knew he wanted to touch her, to run his hands over her smooth warm skin, but she wasn’t going to let him. It was more titillating to watch him squirm and so she ran her finger down to her jeans and around the rim, tugging at her belt. It came undone with a flick.
Kyle was mesmerized, his gaze fixed on her every move and it ignited her rising desire. She imagined his cock in her mouth. It would be slick and smooth, his skin salty on her tongue. But she resisted the urge to abandon his torturing – to abandon her torturing - because she knew they were both suffering. Yet what sweet suffering it was, and with a deliberate tug, she slid her pants down and presented him with his prize.
“Uhhhhhh,” he whimpered. “I wanna touch you.”
She shook her head and with a smile, slipped her finger over her button and it sent her body into oblivion. Back and forth in figure eights, she fingered herself, driving herself over the cliff, again and again. When the last shudder passed, she took a deep breath and let herself down into the warm waters of the hot tub. “Did you enjoy the show?” She said making herself comfortable.
But Kyle couldn’t speak, and she saw that his hand had slipped inside his pants. “I didn’t say you could do that, did I? Pull your hand out, now!”
Kyle’s voice was a rasp. “Why?”
“Because if you don’t, I won’t put my mouth around it later.”
His eyes flew open and he wrenched his hand out.
“Now you just sit there and relax. Let your juices simmer down,” Dianna said, and she thought a moment on how to keep the game afloat. At length, she said, “You know why I want you to relax, don’t you?”
“Why?” he said breathlessly.
“Because I like to start with a man soft and let him grow in my mouth. You ever been in a woman’s mouth before? And tell me the truth; cause I know when I’m being lied to.”
“No,”
Perfect, Dianna thought. “Tell you what. Do you know where we can get some bindings?” When he gave her a dumb look, she added, “To tie someone up.”
“Oh,” he said quietly. He nibbled his lip. “There might be some down in the shop.”
Dianna moved over so that the Hot tub’s jet was pulsing on her button. “Well why don’t you go get some. Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you get back.”
Looking over his shoulder, Kyle shuffled out of the natatorium, and as the door shut behind him, Dianna began to plot a path towards his education. Tonight was going to be a night he’d remember for a good long time.

Fifteen minutes later, Kyle returned with a coil of cotton cord. He set it down in front of her. “It’s all I could find,” he said, apology in his voice.
Dianna smiled. He thinks it’s for me - if he only knew. “Do you have anything to cut it with?”
He reached into his back pocket and produced a pair of clippers. “These should work.” He glanced around the room. “I’ll go get us one of those chases. “
“Whoa, slow down Romeo. We’re not doing anything here. Is there a towel anywhere around?”
As he ran off to get her one, she climbed out of the tub and stood, her long legs streaming with rivulets of water. Stretching her arms behind her, she struck one of her alluring poses that always drove Marlena wild, and waited for Kyle to return. When he came running up, he stopped and for a moment, Dianna wondered if he had come right in his pants. She put out her hand, calmly snatched the towel out of his fingers and wrapped it around her body. “Come on Romeo, let’s go,“ she said, and she took up her clothes and headed for the door with him panting along behind her like a puppy.

[Cuck4Life]

Is the woman married, since this is a hotwife, cuckold forum its would be alot more interesting if this woman was married.

[344]

Tonight is going to be a night I'll remember for a good long time as well.
Please continue.

[passionman1]

Part 2 to arrive after I get back from the holiday! Have a great one all!

[R_and_B]

Why should we suffer while you are on holiday? :-)

Very nicely written - very visual - I could see it all happening - but it was hard to keep my hand out of my trousers!

Looking forward to the rest of the evening!