I Express Myself Through Writing
The view of the valley is always spectacular as you exit the tunnel that leads into one of America’s most amazing National Parks. I doubt that there's a soul of the face of this earth who’s mouth would not drop open in awe of this sight. No matter how many times I visit here, my reaction is always the same. My eyes widen in wonder as I breathlessly whisper the word “Damn”. lol
I had driven the prescribed 8 hours to get here from my home. My objective was one of the oldest, most luxurious hotels in the National Park System. But its rustic elegance had its price; it was also one of the most expensive. Although the Vintner’s Seminar I was attending have promised discounted rates. Whew! I had arranged to arrive a day earlier than most; the prospect of a nice day hike into the surrounding beauty was calling.
Having relinquished my car keys to the gentleman, no self parking here. I calmly walked into the expansive, timbered lobby and headed towards the cute redhead with the quick smile and sparkling green eyes that stood behind the check in counter. She was around my age and her freckles accented her pale milk white skin. We kept eye contact from the moment I had passed through the doorway. I imagined it was her job to make weary travelers feel welcome and comfortable.
I at least thought that before the spark passed between us when our hands touched. I had handed her my reservations paperwork. That was the first time that I noticed the redness that surrounded her right wrist. It was obvious only because her long sleeved shirt had ridden up as she reached across the desk towards me. My eyes lingered briefly; but I quickly raised them back to her face. I was the one surprised though, instead of seeing the embarrassed look I had expected I saw one of boldness. As if she was daring me to guess what the marks were all about.
After a brief few minutes of her searching the computers database, I was informed that there had been an “inconvenience” with the booking of my ground floor room. That’s what they call it in fancy, expensive hotels. An “inconvenience”, lol. She was looking at me now not the computer, I suppose expecting an outburst from me. And to tell the truth, I was tempted to give her one. But her now grayish eyes calmed me down and the smile that appeared on her face as she investigated the “inconvenience” stopped me from being annoyed. “It seems management has made other arrangements for you sir”. was her next words “And I believe you will be VERY happy with their decision to place you in the Library Suite”. The lovely lady processed my reservation and passed me the room key, the old fashioned type made of brass.
“It’s located on the hotel's top floor, the only rooms on that floor”. This time she used her left hand when she passed me the paperwork to sign. That’s when I saw her other wrist the same red marks existed there also. Hmmmmm I found myself wondering. Do these marks exist on both of her ankles also? Again her look to me was one of confidence and almost a reading of my mind and an acknowledgement that my guess was right.
After the elevator ride I walked into my suite. OMG I’ve never been allowed to stay in such a big place before. The bedroom was large, but the other friggin rooms were enormous! And books lined the shelves everywhere! Everywhere except for where the windows were. All the windows offered the most incredible views. I turned left, “the dome” stood in all its glory. I turned right “the falls” crashed off the face of the surrounding cliffs. The “point” was obvious out another window. And a view of “The arches” as I made a full circle in the middle of the room. Damn I’m never leaving this room I was thinking. Lol
I unpacked and changed clothes. I couldn’t believe my luck. I couldn’t believe this bedroom! The gigantic dresser, the large, dark wooded four post bed. Wow!, was all that escaped my lips as I shook my head in wonderment.
Having changed I rode the elevator back down to the lobby. Stopping at the front desk to thank the young woman for the better arrangements. But she wasn’t there. The man who had replaced her, stating that Shelia had left for the day. His heart felt “Your welcome for the room” just wasn’t the same. That’s when I learned a little more about the staff that worked in the valley. He was happy to explain that they all lived in cramped quarters hidden from the paying quests. And that most of them worked a variety of jobs and positions around the hotel and grounds. Shelia, he said, would be on duty in the bar later that night if I was inclined to thank her personally.
The 8 miles went fast even though the climb was steep out of the valley floor. I didn’t have as much time as I had hoped. A brisk pace saved me from having to return in total darkness. Lions and Tigers and Bears you know.
Dinner was spent in the large library, just me, the delicious food under the chrome covers accompanied by my echo. I was hungry and room service being delivered while I showered seemed the fastest way to remedy that. And I also wanted to head down to the bar before their relatively early closing time. So feeling fresh and smelling so much better than when I last passed through the lobby, I headed down with the hopes of meeting my newly discovered friend. I wanted to thank her and hopefully discover more about her.
As it turned out the bar was closing as I stepped in, geez, didn’t people drink around here? I was glad to see Shelia there tending bar.But she was closing the bar because I was the only one there. I had a quick drink though, as I said thank you to her. The clock above the mantel chimed 10 pm. Way too early for me to call it a night I stated, hoping for more. So I readily agreed when she offered to buy me a drink at the “local” pub, as the staff called their own watering hole. If I cared to walk her home through the meadow that separated the staff quarters from the hotel.
Our conversation remained light as we walked. And the activity was loud and restless at the pub. We both had to hold our heads close and talk into one another’s ear to be heard. So again the talk was shallow. I was introduced to several people. Some I recognized from my brief stay at the hotel, others I didn’t. It wasn't until we left the pub and I escorted her to her residence, that she shared with 3 other girls, that the conversation became personal and exploring. She asked about me, I asked about her. We both discussed the attraction that we both seemed to be feeling. And our questions to one another became deeper and more probing. Nothing more happened that evening. But when I walked away from her, releasing the hand that I found myself holding and I silently walked back through the meadow to the dimly light hotel. I had the answer that had followed me all that day. I remember looking at the billions of stars that fill our universe and thinking about her answers to my questions. Yes, Shelia enjoyed restraints. And yes she wasn’t a damned bit ashamed of the fact that she did. I think that’s when I decided to try to proceed further in this budding relationship; confidence is a big turn on for me.
The next morning was busy for me. But not as busy as Shelia’s day had begun I discovered. The front desk where she stood was crazy with people checking in or checking out. I slowly walked past her, returning her smile and mouthing the words, “Can I take you to lunch?” Her eyes twinkled, as did mine. She mouthed back, “11 o clock”. And I almost skipped to the restaurant for breakfast and afterwards to the waiting conference rooms. The seminar was starting at 9 am.
I enjoyed the first speakers; I mean how can you not enjoy people talking about the complexity of the grapes or whether the finish of the wine reminded one of a wet rock. Who the hell has ever licked a rock!? Oh wait, after having only been on ep for 2 weeks, I’m now convinced there are people who actually have kissed a rock and that it turns them on too. Lmao!
But it was the lunch date that made my day. I purchased two to go meals at the cafe and Shelia took my hand and showed me to a secluded table. Away from the other guests since staff and guests relations were discouraged. We sat and talked. And laughed. And I boldly reached across the table and gently held each wrist in my hands. The redness had faded somewhat since yesterday. And the questions I asked her were pungent and honest. And her answers were the same. The fact was, it turned her on, plain and simple. And she told me more about her feelings and about her expections in a relationship.
As we talked I was surprised to find my hands were touching her, rubbing the redness around each wrist. I caught myself and started to pull my hands away. That’s when I noticed that her nipples had hardened and were evident even through her bra and blouse. She looked me straight in my eyes and asked me to keep doing what I was doing to her.
Lunch ended much too fast. She had her shift to finish, and she was being held over longer today because of the large number of guests. This Shelia told me because I’d probably still see her at the desk when the afternoon’s seminar was over. This statement was followed with a cheery, “But tomorrow’s my day off”.
For me the afternoon was a mixture of wine talk, discussions of old world vines vs. new world vines. Earthiness vs. fruitiness. Hell I know that what tastes wonderful to me can taste like **** to another person. Lol
But I have to be honest, I didn’t hear half of what was discussed. My mind kept embracing the world of restraints and bondage and the pleasure Shelia derived from it.
The afternoon ended with a reminder of the Wine Vintners Greeting to be held in the hotel’s Great Room that evening. And of course the representative’s breakfast the following morning. But my mind wasn't hearing any of them by this time.
I stood in the line at the front desk. Actually there were several lines to choose from, but I only wanted to stand in one of them. My turn came and I walked up to the counter. And I stepped up to Shelia. Her greeting was formal and mine was uninterested as a guests should be. “How may I be of service to you sir” she says. “I have a request”; I stated as I look at her name tag, pretending to learn her name for the first time, “Shelia“. I clear my throat and lower my voice so as not to be heard by anyone but her. “I am in need of 4 pieces of soft rope” I say. “Each is to be approximately 24 inches long and needs to be brought up to my suite just after I have had dinner delivered”. “Can you do that for me” I again act as though I couldn’t quite remember her name and look at her chest once again. “Shelia”.
Shelia looks directly in my eyes. The professional smile turns briefly into a smirk of pleasure. I can’t help but notice the instant appearance of her nipples once again then she controls herself, ever the professional. “I would be happy to secure those for you sir”. That was all I needed to hear.
What do you think? Did I make it to the Vintners Greeting that night? Did I give a damn about that breakfast the next morning? lol
I had driven the prescribed 8 hours to get here from my home. My ob
Having relinquished my car keys to the gentleman, no self parking here. I calmly walked into the expansive, timbered lobby and headed towards the cute redhead with the quick smile and sparkling green eyes that stood behind the check in counter. She was around my age and her freckles accented her pale milk white skin. We kept eye contact from the moment I had passed through the doorway. I imagined it was her job to make weary travelers feel welcome and comfortable.
I at least thought that before the spark passed between us when our hands touched. I had handed her my reservations paperwork. That was the first time that I noticed the redness that surrounded her right wrist. It was obvious only because her long sleeved shirt had ridden up as she reached across the desk towards me. My eyes lingered briefly; but I quickly raised them back to her face. I was the one surprised though, instead of seeing the embarrassed look I had expected I saw one of boldness. As if she was daring me to guess what the marks were all about.
After a brief few minutes of her searching the computers databa
“It’s located on the hotel's top floor, the only rooms on that floor”. This time she used her left hand when she passed me the paperwork to sign. That’s when I saw her other wrist the same red marks existed there also. Hmmmmm I found myself wondering. Do these marks exist on both of her ankles also? Again her look to me was one of confidence and almost a reading of my mind and an acknowledgement that my guess was right.
After the elevator ride I walked into my suite. OMG I’ve never been allowed to stay in such a big place before. The bedroom was large, but the other friggin rooms were enormous! And books lined the shelves everywhere! Everywhere except for where the windows were. All the windows offered the most incredible views. I turned left, “the dome” stood in all its glory. I turned right “the falls” crashed off the face of the surrounding cliffs. The “point” was obvious out another window. And a view of “The arches” as I made a full circle in the middle of the room. Damn I’m never leaving this room I was thinking. Lol
I unpacked and changed clothes. I couldn’t believe my luck. I couldn’t believe this bedroom! The gigantic dresser, the large, dark wooded four post bed. Wow!, was all that escaped my lips as I shook my head in wonderment.
Having changed I rode the elevator back down to the lobby. Stopping at the front desk to thank the young woman for the better arrangements. But she wasn’t there. The man who had replaced her, stating that Shelia had left for the day. His heart felt “Your welcome for the room” just wasn’t the same. That’s when I learned a little more about the staff that worked in the valley. He was happy to explain that they all lived in cramped quarters hidden from the paying quests. And that most of them worked a variety of jobs and positions around the hotel and grounds. Shelia, he said, would be on duty in the bar later that night if I was inclined to thank her personally.
The 8 miles went fast even though the climb was steep out of the valley floor. I didn’t have as much time as I had hoped. A brisk pace saved me from having to return in total darkness. Lions and Tigers and Bears you know.
Dinner was spent in the large library, just me, the delicious food under the chrome covers accompanied by my echo. I was hungry and room service being delivered while I showered seemed the fastest way to remedy that. And I also wanted to head down to the bar before their relatively early closing time. So feeling fresh and smelling so much better than when I last passed through the lobby, I headed down with the hopes of meeting my newly discovered friend. I wanted to thank her and hopefully discover more about her.
As it turned out the bar was closing as I stepped in, geez, didn’t people drink around here? I was glad to see Shelia there tending bar.But she was closing the bar because I was the only one there. I had a quick drink though, as I said thank you to her. The clock above the mantel chimed 10 pm. Way too early for me to call it a night I stated, hoping for more. So I readily agreed when she offered to buy me a drink at the “local” pub, as the staff called their own watering hole. If I cared to walk her home through the meadow that separated the staff quarters from the hotel.
Our conversation remained light as we walked. And the activity was loud and restless at the pub. We both had to hold our heads close and talk into one another’s ear to be heard. So again the talk was shallow. I was introduced to several people. Some I recognized from my brief stay at the hotel, others I didn’t. It wasn't until we left the pub and I escorted her to her residence, that she shared with 3 other girls, that the conversation became personal and exploring. She asked about me, I asked about her. We both discussed the attraction that we both seemed to be feeling. And our questions to one another became deeper and more probing. Nothing more happened that evening. But when I walked away from her, releasing the hand that I found myself holding and I silently walked back through the meadow to the dimly light hotel. I had the answer that had followed me all that day. I remember looking at the billions of stars that fill our universe and thinking about her answers to my questions. Yes, Shelia enjoyed restraints. And yes she wasn’t a damned bit ashamed of the fact that she did. I think that’s when I decided to try to proceed further in this budding relationship; confidence is a big turn on for me.
The next morning was busy for me. But not as busy as Shelia’s day had begun I discovered. The front desk where she stood was crazy with people checking in or checking out. I slowly walked past her, returning her smile and mouthing the words, “Can I take you to lunch?” Her eyes twinkled, as did mine. She mouthed back, “11 o clock”. And I almost skipped to the restaurant for breakfast and afterwards to the waiting conference rooms. The seminar was starting at 9 am.
I enjoyed the first speakers; I mean how can you not enjoy people talking about the complexity of the grapes or whether the finish of the wine reminded one of a wet rock. Who the hell has ever licked a rock!? Oh wait, after having only been on ep for 2 weeks, I’m now convinced there are people who actually have kissed a rock and that it turns them on too. Lmao!
But it was the lunch date that made my day. I purchased two to go meals at the cafe and Shelia took my hand and showed me to a secluded table. Away from the other guests since staff and guests relations were discouraged. We sat and talked. And laughed. And I boldly reached across the table and gently held each wrist in my hands. The redness had faded somewhat since yesterday. And the questions I asked her were pungent and honest. And her answers were the same. The fact was, it turned her on, plain and simple. And she told me more about her feelings and about her expections in a relationship.
As we talked I was surprised to find my hands were touching her, rubbing the redness around each wrist. I caught myself and started to pull my hands away. That’s when I noticed that her nipples had hardened and were evident even through her bra and blouse. She looked me straight in my eyes and asked me to keep doing what I was doing to her.
Lunch ended much too fast. She had her shift to finish, and she was being held over longer today because of the large number of guests. This Shelia told me because I’d probably still see her at the desk when the afternoon’s seminar was over. This statement was followed with a cheery, “But tomorrow’s my day off”.
For me the afternoon was a mixture of wine talk, discussions of old world vines vs. new world vines. Earthiness vs. fruitiness. Hell I know that what tastes wonderful to me can taste like **** to another person. Lol
But I have to be honest, I didn’t hear half of what was discussed. My mind kept embracing the world of restraints and bondage and the pleasure Shelia derived from it.
The afternoon ended with a reminder of the Wine Vintners Greeting to be held in the hotel’s Great Room that evening. And of course the representative’s breakfast the following morning. But my mind wasn't hearing any of them by this time.
I stood in the line at the front desk. Actually there were several lines to choose from, but I only wanted to stand in one of them. My turn came and I walked up to the counter. And I stepped up to Shelia. Her greeting was formal and mine was uninterested as a guests should be. “How may I be of service to you sir” she says. “I have a request”; I stated as I look at her name tag, pretending to learn her name for the first time, “Shelia“. I clear my throat and lower my voice so as not to be heard by anyone but her. “I am in need of 4 pieces of soft rope” I say. “Each is to be approximately 24 inches long and needs to be brought up to my suite just after I have had dinner delivered”. “Can you do that for me” I again act as though I couldn’t quite remember her name and look at her chest once again. “Shelia”.
Shelia looks directly in my eyes. The professional smile turns briefly into a smirk of pleasure. I can’t help but notice the instant appearance of her nipples once again then she controls herself, ever the professional. “I would be happy to secure those for you sir”. That was all I needed to hear.
What do you think? Did I make it to the Vintners Greeting that night? Did I give a damn about that breakfast the next morning? lol
By:
likitall
Age:
31-35
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Male
