The Spa Hotel & More
(Continuation of Soren’s Blank Canvas, with references to that story)
Chapter 1
“Christ this place looks well out of our price range” I exclaimed, as James steered the Fiesta through the brick pillars, adorned with rampant Stags, either side of the entrance and drive to the Woodstock Park Hotel and Spa. “ Looks posher than it really is” said James, not very convincingly, parking the out of place Fiesta, between a Bentley and Jaguar.
We had woken up this morning, squashed between Ed, who’d appeared long after we’d gone to sleep, and Ben. All naked, except Ben, in need of a shower, Ed had been surprisingly bright and cheerful despite his long evening of debauchery, even going as far as relieving both James and I of our morning erections with his mouth, in the showers, sucking us alternately until we both began to spunk, finishing us with his expert wanking hands, we returned the favour, me wanking him hard as James thrust a couple of wet fingers up his ass, massaging his prostate until he shot his load too.
We threw our stuff into the back of the Fiesta, including the promised replacement tent. Thanking Ed for a fantastic few days, we hugged promising to keep in touch, Ed mentioned he might be needing a suit soon, he’d been ordered by his parents to attend a family wedding that would require something more than an M&S off the rail cheap 2 piece, so may have to pop in to Hargreaves and Son for something decent. James and I looked at each other surprised at his remark, as we knew he was fully aware of our prices. We drove off in a cloud of dust, leaving Ed waving in just his speedos, Ben chased us as far as the turning onto the road for our hour long drive to the hotel James had suggested.
It was still very warm, overcast and very humid, as we clambered out of the car feeling hot and sweaty, the air conditioning didn’t work, both of us adjusting our sweaty balls and cocks to a more comfortable position, pulling the fronts of our chino shorts down, to allow in a bit of air, exposing our cocks and sweaty balls, just as 2 middle aged ladies, dressed in tennis gear walked past getting a clear view of both of us adjusting our exposed genitals, “ I’m so sorry we didn’t see you coming” James called over apologetically, both pulling up our chinos and pulling down our polo shirts. “ Oh my dears don’t apologise, it’s not very often we get to see two handsome young men fiddling with their balls, a nice sight to behold” she replied with a big smile. “ Must be uncomfortable having your hairy cocks and balls all stuck together like that, in this hot weather, luckily we don’t suffer with that problem” her friend added with an equally broad smile, giggling they continued on to another Bentley parked further along.
Grabbing our holdalls, we walked across the gravel to the wide stone steps leading up to the Palladian style entrance to, the once home of some aristocratic family no doubt, the hotel. Inside a very grand staircase led to the upper floors, to the right a lounge bar and dining room, the long reception desk took most of the lefthand wall. Almost deserted except for a few guests in towelling dressing gowns, we walked up to reception where a nice looking young lad in a smart corporate suit, sat looking at the computer screen, his silver name badge introducing him as Francois. He looked up and then back down to his screen, ignoring our ‘Good Mornings’, carried on with what he was doing, I noticed James’s ears had gone red, a sign that he was displeased, waiting another 30 seconds or so and still no response from Francois, James smashed his hand down on the reception service bell, not once but 3 times. Francois immediately looked up and around, startled and annoyed that these 2 oiks had the audacity to ring for his attention. Bonjour monsieur, what can I do for you, he said in what was clearly a fake French accent, “ Bonjour, Nous voulons une chambre pour la nuit” James immediately threw back at him, knowing full well by his fake accent, the cocky sod couldn’t speak a word of French. “ Ah err do you have a reservation” he replied realising he’d been caught out and used a normal opening check in question now. “ Non, nous esperions que vous auriez une chambre disponible” James gabbled back, staring him down with a look of thunder on his face and waited. James waited another 15 seconds or so before replying in English, “ No, we hoped you’d have a room available” he said slowly and deliberately, making the situation even more embarrassing for pseudo Frank. “ Well an hotel of this standard usually expects guests to make a reservation beforehand” replied Frank thinking he had regained the upper hand. “ I’ll repeat myself then Frank, do you have a room available for the night” retorted James, clearly getting angry. “I’ll have to check but I think we are full, all the cheaper rooms are occupied, so I don’t think we can help you” said Frank patronisingly, looking back down at his screen with a stupid grin on his face, “ No nothing I’m afraid” he said looking up smiling grotesquely, with that fuck you look.
From behind came a commanding voice……..
To be continued
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