“We can do that,” she announced. “Now I have you, Brook, down for a massage and pampering at ten. Did you want to join her, David?”
“Probably not. I think I’ll go for a run or swim while she does that.”
She got us checked in.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Is there someplace close where we could get some food?” I asked.
The clerk reached under the desk.
“Why don’t I order you room service and have it sent?” she suggested.
Even I had to blink at the prices. I showed Brook what they charged for room service.
“I’ll have a chicken sandwich with fries. Get what you want,” she told me.
I felt like a naughty boy when I ordered a steak.
“I’ll get that ordered and have someone come and do turndown service if that’s okay with you,” the desk clerk said.
Brook nodded, and we followed the bellhop to the room. He offered to unpack everything, and Brook just nodded. I did notice she gave him a healthy tip for his service. If I ever needed a job, this might not be too bad.
While Brook used the bathroom to freshen up from our drive, I read about the hotel. It had first opened in 1952. In its history, it was the destination for the likes of Marilyn Monroe, Betty Grable, and several US presidents. The hotel had been renovated recently. Something that jumped out at me was it was an adults-only resort. You had to be 21 or older to stay here.
When Brook came back out, I pointed that out to her.
“Do you think they’ll kick us out?” she asked.
“Probably not,” I admitted.
“Go take a shower. Hopefully, by then, the food will be here so you’ll be fully charged up. I want to get started on your Christmas gift,” she almost purred.
Oh, boy!
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Chapter 18 – Best Christmas Ever! Sunday December 25
I woke to find Brook watching me.
“Merry Christmas,” she announced.
“When I was little, we’d be up at the butt-crack of dawn to see what Santa had left us. Greg always made a big show of complaining about my getting up early, but he was right there with me,” I said with a lazy smile.
“You must have been on Santa’s naughty list because he didn’t bring you anything,” she teased.
I waggled my eyebrows and tossed back the sheets. I took in Brook’s hot little body and gave her my best leer. Her eyes got big as she realized that she just might end up being what Santa had brought me.
I grabbed her hips and pulled closer to me. The thin cotton panties she wore couldn’t quite conceal the wet heat between her legs. Someone was excited. Brook decided that she was going to take charge, so she pushed me flat onto my back. She leaned over me and let her hair trail over my chest and stomach.
Mr. Happy wrenched control of my body as he stood up to take notice of Brook’s machinations. Brook yelped as I flipped her onto her back and covered her body with mine before she could move. Her nostrils flared, a sure sign she was aroused.
“I think I found Santa’s gift,” I said, grabbing her hands and holding them over her head.
Brook wiggled under me in a mock attempt to free herself. We both knew that if I were serious, she wouldn’t stand a chance. The sexual beast that lurked deep within me was pleased by her struggles. It fanned the fires of my desire to have her twist under me as my fit body pressed her into the mattress.
Brook knew that I would never take things too far, despite her faux attempts to free herself. Her struggles abated when I began to kiss her neck and collarbone. I put both her wrists into one hand, reached down with the other between us, and hauled up her t-shirt. Last night, she’d stolen one of the new ones I’d gotten as a gift to sleep in. It was my Ian Bond one. I would have to make sure I got it back.
I pushed it up until her breasts were exposed. She squirmed more in pleasure than to free herself as I began to worship her mounds with pointy tips. She gasped as I trailed kisses down and licked the dip of her belly button. I looked up as I put my tongue to good use, and our eyes locked. Her breathing had become erratic as her chest rose and fell. I let my eyes trail down her body until I looked at the hidden treasure between her thighs.
“If you only knew what I want to do to you …” I said, letting her wrists go and heading south, “you might want to break up with me.”
I looked back up and saw her bite her lower lip. The anticipation was about to kill her. She cried out when I ducked my head and licked her core through the soft cotton. I used my tongue to taste her through the fabric of her panties, and I felt the heat her center had generated. I took a deep breath so I could inhale the scent of her arousal. Hotness!
My nickname for her was apropos. When Brook became aroused, it was like she had a little furnace down there just to please me. I nudged her legs apart to give me better access to her sex.
