Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2012 22:30:15 +0000
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: St. Moritz--Badrutt?s Palace Hotel Chapter 10

St. Moritz--Badrutt's Palace Hotel
Chapter Ten

When I first opened my eyes, I could see the sunlight peeking through the
split in the drapes that covered the French doors. I figured it must be
early, as I could feel John pushing up against my back. He normally left
for the ski slopes just after sun rise. I also noticed that there was no
scent of coffee in the air. I finally gave up guessing and looked at the
clock on the table de nuit. It was only half past five. I wondered why I
was up so early, considering the late night we had.

My bladder was in need of emptying, probably due to the amount of Champagne
I had consumed the night before. I slipped out of bed without waking John,
and slipped into my fluffy robe to ward off the early morning chill.

I made my way to the bathroom, and forced my hardened pénis to point
downward towards the toilet. Once situated, my bladder began to empty. I
thought I would never finish, but finally did. I softened as I turned to
leave the bathroom.

I thought I would make my way to the living room, and take some heat from
the fire. As I walked into the living area, I noticed that the settee that
we had left in front of the French doors had returned to its normal
position. I also noted that the area had been cleaned, there were no used
condom wrappers in sight, and the flowers on the table were fresh.  It is
good to have a hotel staff that can anticipate ones needs.

I went over to the rug in front of the fire and sat down. My robe fell
open, and the warmth of the fire rushed up against my skin. It felt good to
have the chill banished from me. I noticed that the fire was burning quite
brightly, no longer banked for the night. I concluded that the night valet
had been in earlier to stoke the fire back to life.

I sat comfortably on the rug, contemplating last nights encounter. I still
felt that Günther was a terrible disappointment. Unfortunately, I could
not find any redeeming value in two episodes of premature ejaculation, and
total lack of sexual finesse. Jacques, on the other hand, had turned out to
be a welcome addition to an evening of sexual games.  His manners and his
finesse in lovemaking endeared him to my heart. I thought about the
possibility of a repeat with him, and a smile spread across my face. I
decided I would talk to John about it later in the day.

As I sat absorbing the heat from the fire, I heard a timid knock at the
door. I thought it might be Jacques with café au lait. I said nothing
and heard the passkey in the electric lock. As the door opened, a service
cart entered first, followed by Henri. He pushed the cart towards the
table. He was transferring the silver service tray to the table before he
realised I was sitting in front of the fire.

He immediately offered, in his quietest voice, a sincere Bonjour, to which
I smiled and replied in kind. He asked if I wanted café au lait, or
would I like a cup of tea. I told him the café would be wonderful, and
he began to prepare it for me. He inquired if John was awake yet, and
should he prepare him café also. I told him that we had been up quite
late, and that John was still sleeping. He mentioned to me that Jacques had
called in requesting to start his shift several hours later than scheduled,
also pleading a very late night. The grin on his face made me wonder if he
knew about last night.

He offered me a small tray with several pastries on it. I shook my head no,
letting him know that the hour was far too early for me to eat. He asked if
John and I wanted a European or English breakfast menu left.  I told him I
normally ate a European breakfast, but John required the massive English
breakfast to start his day.  He left both menus on the table, asking that I
call room service when ready to order.

As he prepared to leave, he asked if I would like assistance getting from
the floor to the settee to drink my café. I raised my hand, and Henri
took hold of it as well as my arm. He pulled me to a standing position and
my robe opened completely. He gave a quick glance to my genitals before
drawing my robe closed around me. He then helped me to the settee. Once
seated, he asked me if I needed anything else before he left. I told him I
was fine, and thanked him for his close attention to my comfort. He smiled
at me, and excused himself. I never heard the door close as he left.

As I sat sipping my café, I heard John in the bathroom. I went to check
on him, wanting to know if he was really awake and ready for the day, or
just to relieve his bladder.

As I walked into the bedroom, John was exiting the bathroom. He looked up
and smiled at me. I looked at him and could see that his semi-rigid manhood
was jutting from the front of his robe. He came over to me, kissed me
softly on the cheek, and whispered Je t'amie in my ear. I returned the kiss
with a whispered Je t'aime plus que la vie elle-même. (I love you more
than life itself.) I then nibbled on his ear and kissed his throat.

I felt him harden, responding to my kissing of his neck. I asked if he
required assistance with hardness, or did he want to order breakfast. He
told me that I was breakfast. With that he guided me to the bed, sat me
down, and stood with his maleness pointing directly at my mouth.

I wasted no time in moving in on him, starting by retracting his
foreskin. Once peeled back, I took the tip into my mouth and swirled my
tongue around it, cleaning the last drop of urine from him. I pulled off
him momentarily, asking if he wanted to climax in my mouth, or did he want
to bury himself in my backside. With a grunt, he slapped my cheek with his
tool and told me to open my mouth. Judging from the roughness, I knew he
wanted to quickly blow his load and get on with the day. These morning
quickies were not an uncommon event. He just needed to unload his semen so
he could think straight for the rest of the day.

With minimal work on my part, John quickly buried his meat all the way down
my throat, and began thrusting. I could tell from the urgency of the
thrusting that his orgasm was not far off. I squeezed my throat muscles as
much as possible, and he began to groan in pleasure. On his next pull
outward, he shot his first squirt, jetting it across my tongue and down my
throat. He then buried himself as far into my throat as he could, and
finished unloading. While he was unloading, I spent time massaging his
bollocks to intensify his pleasure. Once done, he pulled out of my mouth
and allowed me to clean the semen from his tool. When I was done, I looked
up at him sweetly and asked if he was ready for café. He laughed and
slapped his tool across my cheek one final time.

He helped me up from the bed, and held my hand as we walked into the living
area for our café. We sat on the settee, and I served him his café As
we sat drinking the café, I felt his hand open my robe and squeeze my
thigh, pausing for a moment before he took my soft pénis in his hand.

I pushed his hand away, and reminded him that he needed to get out to the
slopes before the crowds became unbearable. He told me the slopes could
wait, that my needs were important to him. I laughed and reminded him that
we could have sex anytime, but the slopes were only ski able for a few
hours in the morning.

He went to the bedroom, and was back in mere moments wearing his ski
clothes and boots. He smiled as he headed to the door, a wide smile on his
face.

As he exited the room, I reminded him not to bring anymore premature
ejaculators home.

I heard him laugh as the door closed.