Teens having first lesbian experience
Hotel Amour
It was Janet s idea.
What harm can it do to look around? she said.
Ha!
Janet was an inveterate surfer. And you did not have to surf very much to find all kinds of things out there that would have horrified Janet s mother for one.
We had both been brought up in the sheltered cocoon of the typical American family Yes including church on Sunday. We were not into drugs booze high-jinks of any sort hell we did not even screw until we d been going out for three years and even then we used a condom. Model students we graduated from High School then from College and we both held down uninspiring but solid jobs. Janet was a librarian. She had always loved books. I am an accountant. With prospects I was given to understand. Hang around and you ll one day be a partner. That kind of thing.
We married young and we were happy. Well sort of happy. I guess we both felt we were missing out on something or had missed out on something. Perhaps this is true of all couples who were High-School sweethearts who had never strayed from the straight and narrow never played the field never experienced the highs and lows of the singles game . What you have you do not value. What you have not this you come to yearn for.
It began quite innocuously. Well relatively innocuously. I arrived home one evening in a foul mood. My boss had ripped me a new one and it was not my fault. It was his mistake not mine and he did not have the balls to come clean. So you will understand when I put my key in the latch and entered home and hearth I was looking for a scotch and water or two some TLC and a ball-game to occupy my mind. I was not looking for what I received.
Look at me Janet had said in a playful tone. D you see something different?
In the process of pouring my own scotch and water I glanced across.
Different? What do you mean?
Well just different.
I looked then and I did not see anything different. She stood in the center of our living room dressed in blouse and skirt and true her feet were bare but this was not different. She often walked around bare-footed. I d warned her about it. You never knew. But she did it anyway. Liked the feel of the pile she said. Cosy intimate. I turned back to the cabinet to finish preparing my drink.
Look now she said.
Wearily I turned my head. And Yes! That was different.
She had raised her skirt above her waist. Beneath she wore nothing. No panties. Janet had been blessed with long legs and a firm torso. The good Lord had also granted her her fair share of pubic hair. Which was now absent. Her pubis was as naked as on the day she was born.
Notice now? she said coquettishly.
Hell Janet! was the best I could manage. What was I supposed to do? Fall on her and fuck her on the spot?
Apparently Yes!
God! You re impossible.
She ran upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom.
Later much later I wormed it out of her. She had read it on a website. 36 things you can do to please your husband. Number 5: Shave your pubes. Number 7: Try a day without panties.
She was as horny as a rampant rabbit and though we did eventually make love it obviously was not the way she had envisioned it. As usual I came too soon and she was too inhibited to allow me to get her off even if I had known how. Maybe she got herself off in the bathroom behind a locked door.
Let s face it Ron she said next day Our sex life sucks.
Usually I looked around the paper when Janet spoke to me at the breakfast table but this time I put it down. I stared. This was not language Janet used. Sex life sucks? Where the hell? Of course I knew. The web. Where else? What to do if your sex life sucks was probably one of the top entries Google generated if you typed in sex+life+improve and let it loose.
What do you mean our sex-life sucks I said indignantly. We have a perfectly normal healthy sex life.
Whereas the normal bit may well have been true the healthy was a bit of a stretch. In fact if the truth be told we did not have much of a sex life at all. Mind you I say in self defense not having sex that often is not necessarily unhealthy.
Well whether you re right or wrong Ron she replied it still sucks. There must be more than this.
Look Janet I said adopting the condescending tone that she detested that I knew she detested but that I could not prevent myself from adopting if you are mad at me about last night I understand. I m sorry at my lack of response. I was in the wrong frame of mind. You just picked a very bad night. I explained that to you.
All right. I accept that my timing was off. How was I to know? You come home in this mood you come home in that mood. What is it that I can do that turns you on? Hell for that matter what turns you on period!
Which left me somewhat at a loss for words. In fact what Janet had done the previous evening would normally turn me on. Like hell. Well it would have turned me on if a woman had done it who was not my wife. Somehow the act had clashed with the image I had of my wife that had grown over the years and was not compatible with a raised skirt no panties and a shaven pubis.
God you re so inhibited it s pathetic she said when I did not answer.
And you?
At least I tried. I spent the whole day in that library smoothing down my skirt terrified that someone would ask for a book on the upper shelves and I would have to go fetch the ladder.
Let s face it Ron she said over my silence. We need therapy.
Therapy!?
Yes that s what I said. Therapy. We need to improve our sex life. There has to be more than this.
Over my humming and ha-ing she continued
What harm can it do to look around?
I didn t tell Ron. It had anyway become a habit not telling him things. Probably he did not tell me things either. Maybe he jacked off as often as I did. Which had been not often but became a daily occurrence when I gave up underwear. I made sure they did not notice at the library but underneath my prim skirt and blouse was nothing. No panties no bra. My breasts were small and I could get away with a stiff blouse and even if my nipples were erect most of the day anyone noticing would think they was the points of my bra. No-one would dream that Ms Janet Ryder librarian went about her day minus underwear and fantasizing about every man who crossed her path. Well the presentable ones. And I went up the ladder often making no attempt to hide anything. Goddam them all! Friggin gentlemen! Not a single one was man enough to take a peek. Not when I was looking that is.
I got home so horny I stripped naked lay down on the bed and frigged myself to as many orgasms as I could manage before Ron arrived from the office. One two three — no matter how many it was not enough.
It s all very well for Maureen Dowd and her Are men necessary? She s no doubt had her share. Maybe once you ve had your share men are no longer necessary. But I had not had my share. I needed a man. And Ron was not cutting it.
I contemplated an affair but there were two problems. Researches on the web were universally negative on affairs. Not recommended. Risk too high. Even without kids. Affairs ended badly for all parties and if for only one party then the woman. A man could screw around with impunity. Cavalier. In the genes. But when a woman screwed around she was a whore. This was one problem. The second was availability. To have an affair you needed someone to have the affair with. Negative. The only males obviously available - and they regularly made it clear they were available — were married to one friend or another. Several had appeal but I could not imagine having sex with the husband of a friend no matter what the circumstances.
So there I was stuck in a stale marriage with a guy who was indisputably nice but equally indisputably unadventurous especially in bed. He tried. I ll give him that. After the incident he did his best to make it right . Only his best was not good enough. Because he did not know enough. Fifteen things to do to satisfy your wife. I read it a dozen times. I even contemplated e-mailing it to him anonymously of course. But nice girls don t do that. And I was a nice girl wasn t I. Anyway he would know.
He d been as negative about therapy as he was about anything. It was the word. Therapy . It sounded as if something was wrong and needed correction. Well it did didn t it? Maybe there was another way. A way that did not imply correction rather embellishment .
Inexorably my search turned to Swinger sites. Invigorate your sex life . Hell there were millions of them. How many were scams how many if any genuine. That was the trouble with the web. You never knew where you were at. I persevered. And finally I stuck oil. Exploratory mails were exchanged. Every query was answered satisfactorily. There was no hype no pressure. Hotel Amour was ideally positioned. Neither therapy nor swinger group . The hotel catered to every couple. Perfect.
All I needed was a strategy. To convince Ron. I had an idea. Surely I was not the only woman in this predicament. Ergo if the people in this Hotel were who they said they were they would know. How to bring a reluctant husband around. Hell if they didn t know who would?
I knew she was up to something. I decided to take the bull by the horns. Better choose the moment myself that have her catch me again in a bad mood. We were relaxing after a pleasant dinner a deux. Half a bottle of Zinfandel — well if you insist three quarters - had me nice and mellow. The cognac was icing on the cake.
OK. Let s have it.
Er..!
Come on. Don t be coy. You ve been itching to tell me something for days. I can see it written all over you.
That obvious eh?
Yep!
Well you know we agreed a couple of weeks ago that I would look around you know..
Correction. You agreed. I don t recall agreeing to anything.
I just said there was no harm in looking around that s all. I thought you were fine with that.
Acquiescence my dear. Passive not active. Anyway you were going to look around whatever I said so let s have it. What have you come up with?
Well… It s a hotel.
Pause.
A hotel? Does it have a name.
Cough.
Hotel Amour.:
Ha! I knew there d be a catch. Love Hotel indeed. And what would be the unique attraction of this particular establishment I wonder.
Ron stop being .. well you know what you are being.
She was right. I did. She constantly accused me of being negative not always unfairly.
OK. Ron will sit quietly while you explain to him what is special about your Love Hotel.
It s designed for people like us. Ordinary couples who just want .. well .. to add a bit of spice to their lives. Different atmosphere sort of thing.
I sipped my cognac listening conscientiously.
I researched it very thoroughly Ron and it s absolutely legitimate. It s run by a couple who wanted to add some spice to their own lives but did not know how. Just like us. So they started Hotel Amour. Apparently it s been a roaring success.
I held my peace. I must have been feeling really mellow.
Just a night in a hotel — or a weekend. They have special weekend deals arrive Friday leave Sunday.
And in between?
Whatever you like. If you want it s a weekend in the country. You can walk drive to a lake swim ….
Or?
No or. If that s all you want to do that s what you do. But… If you want if you re in the mood there are other possibilities. On a strictly voluntary basis Ron.
What sort of possibilities? If you mean porn hell you can get that at the Holiday Inn down the road.
No porn. That s strictly forbidden. They have regular tv in all the rooms. That s it.
So? If not porn then what?
Well like if you feel like some company….
Aha! Group sex!
Well Yes! But only if you want it. They have all the facilities of a regular hotel she hurried on a restaurant a bar. Absolutely normal. And then they have other rooms. Very discrete.
I ll bet!
Honestly Ron. You are such a damn stuff shirt. It s perfect for us. But forget I mentioned it. If you re going to be this damn negative it wouldn t be worth the effort.
This focused my attention somewhat. I was being negative. For one thing the thought that our sex life needed spicing up was well mildly insulting. I have a normal male ego. It does not like being pricked by the thought that one s wife does not think one is cutting it in bed. Still I had to admit she had a point. The attempt to be upwardly mobile was absorbing. It consumed more of me possibly than was healthy. Perhaps a weekend away from it all was not such a bad idea even at such a place as the Hotel Amour.
Besides the thought of group sex was not of itself unappealing. Hell I m a regular guy. Of course it would depend on the girls. Right?
It s your first time here isn t it? Penelope said. Penelope was the female half of the couple that ran Hotel Amour.
Unwittingly I straightened my skirt suddenly self-conscious. To be honest my vagina had started to juice up so much during the drive I was terrified my skirt was stained.
Yes we said in nervous unison.
Well let me explain the house rules Penelope continued. She was middle-aged and comforting in appearance if not downright dowdy. I had expected neither this nor the pronounced English accent. I had picked up the accent in our calls but live it sounded much more — well prudish. I felt deflated.
First of all I want to assure you that there are no professionals at our hotel. Gentlemen will sometimes try to slip them in but I can smell a professional the moment she comes through the door and believe me she turns around and marches right back out again.
So please be assured that we cater only to regular couples just like yourselves. Couples who wish to enjoy their own company and each other s if they will exactly as they choose. Everything emanates from our guests and everything that happens involves free will by all parties at all times. There is no coercion there is no titillation - you will find your room tastefully decorated as is proper for a couple but there are no ceiling mirrors or other exotic furnishings or devices and the tv is tuned to the regular satellite channels and only to these channels. There are no special channels if you understand what I mean. Pornographic movies you know she continued in the manner of a schoolmarm
are designed solely with men in mind. For women they turn off not on.
She looked at us from one to the other. God knows what our expressions said.
Yes well to continue the grounds unfortunately are not extensive. There is a rock garden — it s just rocks actually. And there is an arbor where one may sit in the shade - though no-one ever seems to. We toyed with the idea of installing a swimming pool but decided eventually against. You can probably imagine why we decided as we did.
But there are many interesting places within easy driving distance and you will find brochures in your room that provide all the information you will need. If not then please consult a member of the hotel staff or me. I am of course at your disposal at any time if you have questions. Or if not I then my husband James.
Hotel Amour ? Penelope s manner reminded me of a hospital matron Where was the Amour ? One thing at least. My vagina had dried up totally.
Now first the main communal rooms. The restaurant if I do say as I shouldn t is excellent. The chef is Swiss and the cuisine is international. I m sure you will find many items on the menu that titillate your taste buds. The bar is well stocked and very cosy. There s a log fire lit day and night. It s a perfect ambience for a pleasant chat a deux or with other guests.
I could hear the question forming in Ron s head. Why the hell are we paying three times the going upmarket rate for this? I turned to him ready to frown him down if his lips started to move. I had to reserve a whole month ahead. There was a list I was told with priorities. Repeat business was the rule and the more regular the customer the higher the ranking. Newcomers came last. A novel idea I thought at the time. Quaintly un-American. Now I was wondering. Why?
Now the peripheral communal rooms Penelope continued in the same tone as though she were referring to Ward 9. If you look carefully you will notice in the far corner of the bar an entrance way. It is very discrete and protected by a curtain — those beads you know oriental sort of thing. We call it the Green Door . This is the entryway to the peripheral communal rooms . We say Behind the Green Door you know..?
She looked at us again from one to the other as though expecting recognition. I looked across at Ron and made eyes. His expression was clear. Behind the Green Door meant nothing to either of us.
Now behind the Green Door Penelope had continued guests are free to enjoy themselves as they see fit. The tone is set by the guests. What happens there is solely and alone the business of the people who occupy those rooms. There is of course hotel personnel present and the rooms are arranged ina a certain way but they are extremely discrete and their only purpose is to ensure that the primary rule of the establishment is adhered to - no coercion. Otherwise guests are free to enjoy the peripheral rooms and the facilities therein in any way they choose. You may stroll through them exploring as it were as observers. Or you may - well the rooms are at the disposal of all guests whatever their inclination. There is as it were something for every taste.
Penelope looked across at us querulously.
Do you have any questions?
I looked at Ron and he looked at me. We shook our heads. Simultaneously.
.
Ah! One other thing Penelope said.
Your room — 112 as I understand it s on the ground floor near where the pool would have been if we d installed it. But of course you don t care about that. You have a patio room but I should warn you that though we take every precaution we cannot guarantee the absolute privacy of your patio. Some people are very inventive. So if you want absolute privacy close your patio doors draw the curtains and make sure the door is bolted. Now…
She glanced at us as though over a pince nez.
You will be familiar with the usual Do not disturb signs in hotels. Our system is a little different. Your room door has an electronic gadget sort of thing with three lights red amber and green. Now the reason for this is that some guests sometimes do not necessarily wish absolute privacy. This is a matter for the discretion of the guests. If you wish absolute privacy bolt the door and activate the red light. It will show red in the room and…
You may like to make sure…. she continued in a more intimate tone as if she were conveying a trade secret ..that it also lights up without. We have had the very very occasional malfunction.
Now the amber and green lights signify that you do not necessarily seek absolute privacy. An amber light for instance suggests that your door is unbolted and that were other guests so inclined the door may be opened for viewing purposes if you understand what I mean. An amber light means that other guests may enter the hallway discretely of course and watch. It is not an invitation to other guests to as it were join in. That is what the green light is for. The green light and an unbolted door means well carte blanche. Come in and pile on sort of thing!
She said it with such gusto and it sounded so odd coming from her lips I believe my jaw dropped. Ron s did!
Now I have to warn you that some guests have not entirely taken to our red amber and green system. They have evolved their own system and I m afraid we have not entirely been able to convince them to as it were mend their ways. I hope you will use the lights for the purpose they were intended. It cost an arm and a leg to put them in and it s annoying that some guests seem less than appreciative. Ah well the guest is king and queen. So if you see a door left slightly ajar this is the equivalent of an amber light. You may push the door aside enter the hallway and watch. If a door is wide open then well it s the pile in signal. We re up for anything sort of thing.
Now Penelope said as though talking to herself have I covered everything? Yes! I think so. Do you have any questions?
A mutual shaking of heads signaled a solid negative.
Well then you have your room keys. Your luggage has been taken to your room. I can only wish you a pleasant and enjoyable stay at Hotel Amour. It s your first so it may take you a while to adjust to our ways here. But I am quite sure it will not be your last.
What could you do but shake a hand when it was proffered? And was it my imagination or did Penelope draw me to her as we shook hands and whisper in my ear
There s a separate entrance in the Ladies Room.
It was probably my imagination but it would be easy to check.
I thought you said they d established this place so they could spice up their sex life? I said safely in the room the door bolted the red light on. I d checked. It worked from without as from within.
That s what it said on the website Janet replied.
That …person? Has a sex life?
I know.
I was madder than a squad of hornet who s nest had been trodden on.. Six hundred bucks for this? Hell you can get a season ticket to the Raider s for that.
I hope you re not in the mood for Amour Janet I said striding across to check the patio doors were closed and the curtains drawn cos if you are you re on your own.
It was eight o clock on a Friday night and I was stuck with this until Sunday. All sorts of recriminations crossed my mind but fortunately not my lips. She d be kicking herself. No need of help from me.
I threw off my shoes sprawled out on the bed grabbed the remote and channel-surfed. There must be some kind of a ball-game on.
We could try the restaurant Janet said timidly. We re here. Let s at least try to make the best of it.
How about order in pizza I replied thornily. There must be a Domino s brochure in that pile.
There wasn t. Neither was there a phone book. Nor a phone!
Who ever heard of a hotel without a phone?
I could try on my cell. If you really want pizza.
Frosty pause.
Well I suppose we could try the restaurant I said.
Maybe they would have some decent wine. I hoped so. There was no minibar in the room. It was the first thing I d looked for.
I couldn t blame Ron for being mad. Hell I was annoyed myself. Also confused. Had Penelope really whispered in my ear that there was a separate entrance in the Ladies Room ? And if so why? Was there also a separate entrance in the Men s room? I had to assume not. Otherwise why whisper surreptitiously to me and not come out with it to us both?
To my intense relief the restaurant was all that Penelope had said of it. I ordered the sole menuiГЁre and Ron had the veal cordon bleu . Both were exquisite as was the Bordeaux that Ron had chosen from a wine list that seemed to have no end. I hasten to confess that I am not a connoisseur of wines. But Ron fancies that he is and the mere fact that he ordered a second bottle comforted me. The weekend would not entirely be a bust . Of course a bottle and a half of wine was highly likely to catalyze slumber the moment we hit our room but that was a small price to pay compared with late night movies and constant bitching about the squandering of money that was enough to get him a friggin season ticket to the Raider s .
About us couples similar to ourselves dined sometimes a deux sometimes a quatre and occasionally in larger groups. But they were all as Penelope had said regular couples. They spanned the spectrum. Naturally I concentrated on the guys and some were cute. But none would have been out of place in an upmarket restaurant anywhere in the Bay.
I have to say Ron said for the third time that this wine is divine.
I m real glad Ron. Are you feeling more relaxed?
Yep! Your lady was not exaggerating. This is a truly excellent restaurant.
I had noticed Ron s eye roving. Sure it was natural. He was casing out the ladies as I was casing out the guys. On an impulse I excused myself. I didn t need to go but I had to find out.
God! I hadn t eaten well so long I d forgotten food could taste like that. What a wine list too. It wasn t often that I d had to guess. Maybe they were all that good. And the cognac — out of this world.
OK. So it was over priced. But hell what isn t these days that is worthwhile? I drifted effortlessly into sleep and dreamt of tomorrow when I would have the steak au poivre with a vintage burgundy. And maybe this time an Armagnac. I d heard it was good but never in my life had I tried an Armangac….
I knew it. The goddam bastard hadn t even bothered to undress himself. He lay on his back in his shirt and shorts snoring like a blast furnace.
I was at Hotel Amour for this? The hell I was! I could frig myself off at home. I was damned if that was going to be it for my first night at Hotel Amour.
I slid off the bed slipped into a loose dress — nothing underneath — and tiptoed barefoot for the door. There I looked back. Comatose. I knew him.