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hair back in a quick ponytail. She packed two suitcases full of all her favorite garments and lingerie, just in case. She dressed and raced off to the hotel.
She enjoyed the drive into the city and looked forward to a therapeutic day of pampering at the hotel spa. She gave her keys to the valet and was greeted by her personal butler, a service included as part of the Imperial Suite package. He was young and cute, edible even, but London had her mind focused on the main course, Deacon. She wanted everything perfect for him. The butler introduced himself as Bruce. He had the bellboy deliver her luggage to the suite while he gave her a brief tour of the legendary hotel and introduced her to the concierge. They explained all of the amenities and excursions that La Fontaine had to offer. The hotel lobby was remarkable Louis XV décor with crystal chandeliers that made her feel right at home.
Bruce escorted her to her private elevator and up to the suite, then reviewed the wine choices heâd selected for her as he stocked the private bar. He proceeded to unpack and arrange all of her personal items as they reviewed her agenda for the day. She planned to indulge at the spa for a manicure, pedicure, waxing, facial, and various other therapeutic treatments, followed by a one-hour full-body massage. Afterward, Bruce would draw her bath and have her meal promptly delivered. With the details finalized, he informed the spa of her arrival.
She wandered through the magnificent four-bedroom suite and took in the spectacular view. The décor was exquisite, with sumptuous textiles and furnishings inspired by the ambience of the royal court of Louis XV. There was a grand piano in the living room, a den with a library that was stocked with a vast assortment of titles, an amazing kitchen, and a sophisticated dining room to entertain guests.
Once Bruce left her alone she ran into the inviting master bedroom and jumped onto the bed like a child, letting out a small cheer in anticipation. She rolled around in the luxurious linens, hugging a pillow and laughing at herself. She couldnât contain her excitement. Lustrous marble and granite surrounded her in the master bath, adorned by gleaming 24-karat-gold-plated fixtures. She looked forward to her relaxing spa time, but she also couldnât wait to get back to this room to soak in the alluring bathtub.
She took the private elevator back down to the lobby. She was guided to the spa, a lavish oasis where every inch of her body was pampered with opulent treatments, scrubs, wraps, and rituals. The finale of a full-body massage stripped away every bit of stress she felt.
She returned to the suite, refreshed and rejuvenated. Bruce had her bath-oiled tub water warm and ready, fragrant andbubbly. She soaked awhile, admiring her French pedicure and her own long, slender legs. Feeling glamorous, she closed her eyes and pictured Deaconâs face. Just the thought of him made her wet and wanting. She eased her hand down and toyed with her sex, teasing herself as she dreamed of his touch. She stopped contemplating whether or not she should save herself for him. She decided there would be plenty of orgasms for him to savor, and she slipped her hand back under the bubbles to pleasure herself. She rubbed her button and eased a finger inside to stroke her hot silky walls. It took only a few minutes and she was panting, tingling, and moaning to her own delicious motions. She let out one soft whimper as she exploded into the bathwater. She smiled and sighed.
She wrapped herself in her fluffy white bathrobe and rang Bruce to deliver her brunch. She was famished after the morningâs activities and she feasted on pancakes with maple syrup, bacon, and a fresh fruit platter. She savored each scrumptious bite as she counted down the minutes until she would see him again, all the while envisioning her mouth on his beautiful body. She hoped he would still feel the same way about her.
She primped and
She enjoyed the drive into the city and looked forward to a therapeutic day of pampering at the hotel spa. She gave her keys to the valet and was greeted by her personal butler, a service included as part of the Imperial Suite package. He was young and cute, edible even, but London had her mind focused on the main course, Deacon. She wanted everything perfect for him. The butler introduced himself as Bruce. He had the bellboy deliver her luggage to the suite while he gave her a brief tour of the legendary hotel and introduced her to the concierge. They explained all of the amenities and excursions that La Fontaine had to offer. The hotel lobby was remarkable Louis XV décor with crystal chandeliers that made her feel right at home.
Bruce escorted her to her private elevator and up to the suite, then reviewed the wine choices heâd selected for her as he stocked the private bar. He proceeded to unpack and arrange all of her personal items as they reviewed her agenda for the day. She planned to indulge at the spa for a manicure, pedicure, waxing, facial, and various other therapeutic treatments, followed by a one-hour full-body massage. Afterward, Bruce would draw her bath and have her meal promptly delivered. With the details finalized, he informed the spa of her arrival.
She wandered through the magnificent four-bedroom suite and took in the spectacular view. The décor was exquisite, with sumptuous textiles and furnishings inspired by the ambience of the royal court of Louis XV. There was a grand piano in the living room, a den with a library that was stocked with a vast assortment of titles, an amazing kitchen, and a sophisticated dining room to entertain guests.
Once Bruce left her alone she ran into the inviting master bedroom and jumped onto the bed like a child, letting out a small cheer in anticipation. She rolled around in the luxurious linens, hugging a pillow and laughing at herself. She couldnât contain her excitement. Lustrous marble and granite surrounded her in the master bath, adorned by gleaming 24-karat-gold-plated fixtures. She looked forward to her relaxing spa time, but she also couldnât wait to get back to this room to soak in the alluring bathtub.
She took the private elevator back down to the lobby. She was guided to the spa, a lavish oasis where every inch of her body was pampered with opulent treatments, scrubs, wraps, and rituals. The finale of a full-body massage stripped away every bit of stress she felt.
She returned to the suite, refreshed and rejuvenated. Bruce had her bath-oiled tub water warm and ready, fragrant andbubbly. She soaked awhile, admiring her French pedicure and her own long, slender legs. Feeling glamorous, she closed her eyes and pictured Deaconâs face. Just the thought of him made her wet and wanting. She eased her hand down and toyed with her sex, teasing herself as she dreamed of his touch. She stopped contemplating whether or not she should save herself for him. She decided there would be plenty of orgasms for him to savor, and she slipped her hand back under the bubbles to pleasure herself. She rubbed her button and eased a finger inside to stroke her hot silky walls. It took only a few minutes and she was panting, tingling, and moaning to her own delicious motions. She let out one soft whimper as she exploded into the bathwater. She smiled and sighed.
She wrapped herself in her fluffy white bathrobe and rang Bruce to deliver her brunch. She was famished after the morningâs activities and she feasted on pancakes with maple syrup, bacon, and a fresh fruit platter. She savored each scrumptious bite as she counted down the minutes until she would see him again, all the while envisioning her mouth on his beautiful body. She hoped he would still feel the same way about her.
She primped and
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