My Hotel

Neglected…..a car in the duck pond…..carpets that stick to your feet. But with some tender loving care (and a new kitchen) this place could really be something. 

The workmen have gone, having ripped out all the old kitchen equipment and capped off the gas supplies. My head chef has gone back to the village pub. Who knows, she may have stopped laughing by now too. 

Me? I’ve climbed down off the step ladder I was on as what appeared to be millions of cockroaches were first made homeless and then exterminated. I’ve stopped squeaking too! 

And now, I’m in the lounge, listening to the silence of the place. Sunlight streams through the south-facing windows and is refracted into beams of light by the dust kicked up. The place is warm and smells of pine cones from those I tossed on the fire yesterday. My mind is not, surprisingly, buzzing with ideas. I know precisely what I’m having done, by whom, when, and why. The few staff that remain have been sent on a weeks holiday, and I have the place to myself. 

For a while, I’m lost in thought, projections really, of how I shall re-brand this place, how the opening will go, and how I shall build this back up from a neglected husk of an old country Manor House to a thriving restaurant and hotel. As usual, such thoughts make me wet. 

I’m still standing in the same spot when I’m aware of a hand unbuttoning my dress…..my hand. 

Then, two hands reach behind me and undo my bra….my hands again.

Then, slowly, painfully slowly, two hands tug my wet panties down…..my hands again. 

Yes, I know the front door is unlocked. That adds a frisance of risk to the enterprise my body is engage upon. My hands roam lightly over my body, teasing my hyper-sensitive nipples, roaming over my belly which is beginning to change shape…just a little. The place stinks of stale beer and grime. 

My legs spread and my knees bend a little. My finger finds my slit, and plots that slippery furrow up and down until it finds my clit. At its first touch a spark shoots through me. For a second or two I leave my body and travel forward in time. I see myself cumming right here, as I will do shortly. I watch as I look down and see the arc of squirt leave my vagina and splatter onto the carpet. My psychic self looks closely…..squirt or pee? Not that it would matter. This hideous, filthy carpet is coming up tomorrow. 

Body and soul now back entwined, I continue my journey to the peak. As usual, I’m allowing Miss Brain the freedom to flit between whatever fantasies she wishes. And she lands on a staff member. Mary.m(What else, around here, would she be called?) Mary, who up until yesterday was a cleaner, bar staff, waitress and receptionist. The previous “manager” was not one for doing much work himself, or staffing the place properly. Mary. Thick Irish brogue, dark hair, piercing green eyes, and I fancied the fuck out of her. 

Touring the staff accommodation, the other five girls had made an effort to tidy, but not Mary. Bras and panties littered the floor…and I loved her for it. One of the reasons I appointed her besides her lively mind for business was what you see is what you get with her. 

No. I won’t fuck her…..but I can play with her in my mind. Miss Brain locked onto a pair of panties that had almost made it into her laundry hamper but were lying half in, half out. They were pink and had fresh girl cum stains in the crotch…the kind of cum stains that follow a really decent wank the night before. 

I imagined spheres, crawling into bed at some unearthly hour, and reaching down into her panties, spreading her legs as she did so and rubbing one out. All through the night, her post-orgasmic cunt would have been softly leaking. Miss Brain plays one of her best cards. She made an amalgam of vagina scents to create a new, unique one. She suggested it was Mary’s, and that Mary had rubbed one out imagining me. 

The orgasm shot through me like an electric shock. I pushed my hips forward and looked down. An arc of squirt shot from me splattering on the carpet, followed by another. I felt myself contracting inside, pulse after pulse. I was even conscious of my bum hole pulsating. 

Now,, the stale beer scent of the place was masked, at least in my immediate vicinity by the smell of a freshly orgasmed cunt. 

I stood there, still naked, for quite a while. I feel like I've christened the place now. 

Tomorrow, a small army of people will descend here. Kitchen steam cleaned. Carpets ripped up in every public area. Toilets ripped out, and outside, builders repairing the long neglected rendering and painters. A tow company will retrieve the car from the lake, and I will make some effort to recoup the cost from the insurance company. 

In two weeks, a “rebuild/refit….call it what you will. New everything. The guests rooms, I shall keep as they are….its not as if they've seen much use over the past five years, but the staff accommodation will be completely refitted. 

And it will be one person, one job! Mary has some great ideas. I can’t wait to see how she enacts them.