Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2013 12:52:18 +0000
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: St. Moritz--Badrutt?s Palace Hotel Chapter 13

St. Moritz--Badrutt's Palace Hotel
Chapter 13

Once out of the shower, I dried John with one of the sumptuous Egyptian
cotton towels the hotel provided. I dried his hair and torso, and took an
extra moment to dry under his foreskin and couilles. After that, I dried
his legs and feet. He went into the bedroom to dress, and I finished drying
myself.

As I went into the bedroom, I saw that John was on his phone, and using his
gruffest, most authoritarian tone with the caller.  John did not normally
take work related phone calls while on vacation with me, so I knew that
something serious was brewing.

I grabbed one of the robes, and slipped into it.

He listened to his caller for a minute, and then directed him to meet him
in the bar of the hotel in 30 minutes.

I knew better than to pry into John's business, so I kept my mouth shut
while inside I was screaming "Tell me, Tell me". I did so want to know what
was going on.

John disengaged the phone and returned it to his pocket. He apologised for
having to interrupt our time together. He then added that his immediate
attention was required.

He then, most uncharacteristically, looked at me and told me that the CEO
of the company he had just bought out was trying to change the terms of the
agreement, or else he would not sign the contract.

John's face took on a most menacing look, and he told me he would take care
of this little weasel, "Sans plus tarder" (Without delay). It was never a
good thing for someone to cause John to use French to describe the solution
to a problem.

John immediately began to undress, and I went to the closet to assist him
getting the clothes he needed for this meeting. Anyone who knew John or had
business dealings with him knew that how he dressed for a meeting was an
indication of how the meeting would go, and how flexible he would be in his
negotiations.

I asked him which shirt and tie he wanted, and he indicated the white silk
shirt and the black silk tie. I then asked which suit, and he told me he
wanted the black Armani suit, black hose, and his black Armani Italian
shoes, then he went back into the bathroom to shave. I quickly gathered his
clothes and laid them out on the bed.

When I retrieved his shoes from the closet, I noticed some scuff marks on
them. I called Jacques and told him I needed John's shoes polished,
dressed, and back to me in 15 minutes. In a flash, the femme de chambre was
at the door to pick them up.

John finished shaving, and came back to the bedroom wearing only black silk
boxers. I helped him into his shirt, and buttoned him in. I put his gold
cufflinks into place and secured them. Next, I draped the tie around his
neck and knotted it in his usual double Windsor. Then I assisted him into
his slacks. He chose a black leather belt with a bright gold buckle
designed with his company`s logo. I got the belt on him and fastened. I
asked him to sit on the bed so I could get his black hose on, while praying
that the shoes would arrive in the next two minutes. As I finished up with
his hose, Jacques knocked at the door, let himself in, and handed me the
freshly dressed shoes. The shine was magnificent. I got the shoes on him
and tied.

He stood and walked to the floor length mirrors in the dressing area and
reviewed his appearance. He nodded approvingly and thanked me for my help.

When he turned around, he had the most menacing appearance I had ever seen
on him. I had never seen him in this particular business attire before. It
was obvious that this manner of dress intended to frighten and intimidate
an opponent. Quite honestly, it frightened me.

I saw Jacques looking at him, but he was speechless, saying nothing.

John nodded at Jacques, kissed me lightly on the cheek, and told me he
would return in less than an hour. He also asked me not to go into the bar
while he was there, conducting his meeting. He then told me he would return
within an hour.

I told him I would of course honor his request and remain in the suite
until he returned.

With that, John turned on his heel and exited through the door.

Jacques and I just stood looking at each other. All I could think of was
that I was glad I was not the man John was going to meet.

I sat down on the settee, and Jacques poured me a glass of chilled wine. As
I slowly sipped it, Jacques quietly let himself out.

I moved over in front of the fireplace and sat down on the soft rug. The
fire was quite small, and provided little heat to the room. I thought about
calling the reception desk, but decided against it. I was in no mood to
have one of the maintenance staff in the room seeing to the fire. That
would have meant getting up and putting on some clothes. I was very
comfortable in the robe and intended to stay that way.

I got my wine flute and sat staring at the dying fire. My mind was racing,
attempting to digest the incident I had just experienced with John. While
sitting, deeply in thought, I heard the passkey in the door. Jacques came
into the room with a maintenance cart in tow, covered with a corduroy drape
emblazoned with the hotel seal.

Jacques looked over at me and told me he had knocked several times, but I
had not respond. Since he knew I was alone in the room, he had used his
passkey.

He pushed the cart over to the fireplace, removed the drape, and unloaded
the wood hidden under it. He stacked it neatly on both sides of the
fireplace. He then set to work rebuilding the fire. In no time at all, the
fire was once again cheerfully blazing, filling the room with its
delightful heat.

When he finished, Jacques asked if we were staying in for dinner, or eating
at the restaurant. If we were dining out, he would make us a reservation in
the restaurant. I explained that I had never seen John like this and had no
idea what to do. He smiled at me and told me he would go ahead and make the
reservation in the hotel restaurant just in case.  I thanked him for his
thoughtfulness, and returned my gaze to the fire. From behind me, I heard
Jacques let himself out.

A short time later, I heard a key in the lock, and looked over to see John
letting himself into the suite. The scowl and menacing look were no longer
on his face, but he was not smiling. He made his way over to me, and when
he reached me, he grabbed the back of the robe and pulled me to my feet. I
did not know how to react, and while I was deciding what to do, John kissed
me passionately on the lips and neck. When he was finished kissing me, he
dropped me gently to the floor.

He stood next to me, and started stripping out of his clothes, letting them
fall to the floor is a disheveled pile. Once naked, he headed to the
shower. He called back to me to have every piece of clothing cleaned, as he
could not stand the smell of vermin on his clothing.

I called down to the reception desk and requested immediate laundry
service. As I hung up the telephone, I could hear John starting the water
in the shower.  In a matter of a couple of minutes, there was a knock on
the door. I pulled my robe up around me and answered the door. Standing
there was a delightful looking young man, dressed in a hotel uniform. He
told me he was from the laundry to pick up some articles of clothing for
cleaning. He had a plastic laundry bag with him, so I directed him to the
pile of clothes on the floor. He scooped them up, asked when they needed to
be back, and headed to the door. I told him I would like to have the
clothes back first thing in the morning. He indicated that he understood,
and went out the door. It was only after I turned around and headed back to
the fire that I realised my robe had been partially open and my pénis
had been on display for the laundry boy to see. I hoped I had not offended
him.

Just after the laundry boy had departed, John came into the living room
wearing his shower robe. He neglected to tie it around his waist. His skin
was still wet from his chest to his feet. I so loved his beautiful
body. His pénis was semi-erect, with the foreskin just starting to
retract. He looked hungrily at me, and drew closer. I rose up on my knees,
anticipating the need to fellate him. When he finally reached me, he took
hold of his maleness, completely retracted the foreskin, and proceeded to
rub his glans across my lips. This action left no question as to what John
wanted from me.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue out so he would have a place to
slide his head across. Rather than play with my tongue, he forcefully
guided his now completely erect tool into my open mouth. He pushed until
his pubic hair was against my nose and chin.  He held himself there for a
few moments, making grunting noises. Realising that I needed to breathe, he
withdrew from my throat, but kept his glans in my mouth.

After a brief chance to catch my breath, he began a near frantic pounding
of my mouth and throat. I felt him stretching and pulsing, and quickly
thought that he might prematurely ejaculate. John rarely lost control of
his ejaculation, so I was most surprised when he did in fact begin shooting
his semen down my throat and filling my mouth. I took his load as I always
did, swallowing in time with his pumping. I prided myself on not losing a
drop of semen from my lips.

Once his ejaculation concluded, I continued to gently suck and tease
him. He did not withdraw immediately, instead letting me play with him for
a few minutes. He took longer than usual to soften, but once he was
completely soft he slowly withdrew. As he backed away from me, I cleaned
him up the best I could.

Once he sat down on the settee, he apologised for prematurely ejaculating,
explaining that whenever he had to harshly deal with a business associate,
he almost always shot his load too soon. He explained that he did not
usually engage in sex with a partner after these types of meetings,
preferring to masturbate privately. He thought it was a reaction to forcing
a subordinate to take an action they did not want to do, a power trip as it
were.

He extended his hands to me, and helped me up from the floor. I sat down
next to him on the settee, snuggling next to him while he wrapped his arm
around my shoulder.

We sat looking out the French doors onto the balcony enjoying the view. I
then realised that the storm had blown itself out and the snow had stopped
falling. The moonlight was brilliantly reflected by the freshly fallen
snow, giving everything an ethereal look. As we sat there, he leaned into
me and gave me one of his most passionate kisses. At that moment, I felt
incredibly sheltered, and loved.

I asked John if he wanted to dress and go to dinner, or if he preferred to
order in. He looked over at me, and with a smile told me he wanted to have
dinner, "Au naturel".  Room service it would be!



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