Love In Three Countries: France (A Billionaire Travel Erotic Romance) by Bella Blue Page A
Authors: Bella Blue
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corner of the bed. Walking in further, I notice the coffee maker and sigh with relief, happy I won't have to travel far for caffeine.
Hearing a bit of a struggle behind me, I notice both men entering the room behind me. “Thank you, you can set them anywhere.” I have no idea if they understand me, but they set the bag beside the large bed and turn to leave. Quickly, I hand one of them some money for a tip and they leave, shutting the door behind them.
On the bed is a blanket with an ornate design of red and gold, along with two small brown pillows and two larger white pillows. On the right of the bed is a desk with a lamp and a lavender chair, the perfect place to set up my laptop. Sitting on the bed for a moment, I'm pleasantly surprised by how soft it is.
Above the headboard is a golden sun, with a large mirror in the center and smaller mirrors randomly placed on its rays of light. I stand up to check myself out in one of the mirrors, noticing I look a bit tired. I may as well shower and take a nap before exploring the city.
The shower's low pressure gently massages any remaining stress from my back and neck as I explore my body. I've never been one to give into desire, but for some reason at this very moment, my skin is tingling and my fingers want to roam. Using the no doubt expensive body wash given by the hotel, I soap up my breasts, the bubbles sliding down my skin and tickling my nipples. As I brush over the now stiff nubs with my soft hands, I let out a soft moan that echos very slightly off the tiled walls of the shower. I lean my back into the tiles, the cool stone against skin that's hot from the water raises goosebumps all over my body while I tweak my nipples just slightly.
The motion sends a jolt down my stomach and to another stiff nub. My hands roam down now, washing my stomach and circling around my belly button before my fingers run through the trimmed and groomed hair on my mound. One hand slips between my legs, the flowery smell of gardenia from the body wash lulling me into a sort of relaxed trance as I suds up the outer lips of my vagina. I part the lips as I wash the soap off of my other hand before gliding it between them, pressing my palm into my clitoris.
I rub my palm against my engorged nub, moving it in circles. My breathing grows heavy as I pleasure myself, my skin tingling as each rush of small orgasms courses through me. I look up, noticing with ecstasy that the shower head can be removed.
Taking it from its sheath, I run it down my body. Not wanting to burn myself, I turn the heat down just enough before I spread my legs and let the jets of water push up into me. I enjoy the soft pressure for a few minutes, but know I want more. Turning the head, the water pressure gets harder and harder. The highest setting almost makes me scream, but that's exactly what I want! Sitting down in the shower, I lean back and spread my legs, letting the water hit my clit hard and then slide down to my ass. The naughtiness of this brings me to an orgasm so intense I can't help but let out a little yelp before I drop the shower head and lay twitching on the floor of the shower.
Once my knees feel strong enough to hold me, I stand up and put the shower head back. I wash my hair, enjoying the tingling heat on my scalp, and then get out of the shower. A robe is hanging from the back of the bathroom door, which I take and wrap around me, before I lay on top of the soft bed and dose off.
When I wake up, the room is dark. Looking to the window, I see that night has fallen and the sun is nearly gone. I check the clock on the desk next to the bed, and see that it's 7 PM.
“ Shoot,” I mumble. Standing up, I notice my robe was partially open while I was sleeping, and that the room has been cleaned. The cleaning lady probably got a good look of my vagina. The thought makes me blush, but I'm not too embarrassed.
I get dressed and pull my hair back. Falling asleep
Hearing a bit of a struggle behind me, I notice both men entering the room behind me. “Thank you, you can set them anywhere.” I have no idea if they understand me, but they set the bag beside the large bed and turn to leave. Quickly, I hand one of them some money for a tip and they leave, shutting the door behind them.
On the bed is a blanket with an ornate design of red and gold, along with two small brown pillows and two larger white pillows. On the right of the bed is a desk with a lamp and a lavender chair, the perfect place to set up my laptop. Sitting on the bed for a moment, I'm pleasantly surprised by how soft it is.
Above the headboard is a golden sun, with a large mirror in the center and smaller mirrors randomly placed on its rays of light. I stand up to check myself out in one of the mirrors, noticing I look a bit tired. I may as well shower and take a nap before exploring the city.
The shower's low pressure gently massages any remaining stress from my back and neck as I explore my body. I've never been one to give into desire, but for some reason at this very moment, my skin is tingling and my fingers want to roam. Using the no doubt expensive body wash given by the hotel, I soap up my breasts, the bubbles sliding down my skin and tickling my nipples. As I brush over the now stiff nubs with my soft hands, I let out a soft moan that echos very slightly off the tiled walls of the shower. I lean my back into the tiles, the cool stone against skin that's hot from the water raises goosebumps all over my body while I tweak my nipples just slightly.
The motion sends a jolt down my stomach and to another stiff nub. My hands roam down now, washing my stomach and circling around my belly button before my fingers run through the trimmed and groomed hair on my mound. One hand slips between my legs, the flowery smell of gardenia from the body wash lulling me into a sort of relaxed trance as I suds up the outer lips of my vagina. I part the lips as I wash the soap off of my other hand before gliding it between them, pressing my palm into my clitoris.
I rub my palm against my engorged nub, moving it in circles. My breathing grows heavy as I pleasure myself, my skin tingling as each rush of small orgasms courses through me. I look up, noticing with ecstasy that the shower head can be removed.
Taking it from its sheath, I run it down my body. Not wanting to burn myself, I turn the heat down just enough before I spread my legs and let the jets of water push up into me. I enjoy the soft pressure for a few minutes, but know I want more. Turning the head, the water pressure gets harder and harder. The highest setting almost makes me scream, but that's exactly what I want! Sitting down in the shower, I lean back and spread my legs, letting the water hit my clit hard and then slide down to my ass. The naughtiness of this brings me to an orgasm so intense I can't help but let out a little yelp before I drop the shower head and lay twitching on the floor of the shower.
Once my knees feel strong enough to hold me, I stand up and put the shower head back. I wash my hair, enjoying the tingling heat on my scalp, and then get out of the shower. A robe is hanging from the back of the bathroom door, which I take and wrap around me, before I lay on top of the soft bed and dose off.
When I wake up, the room is dark. Looking to the window, I see that night has fallen and the sun is nearly gone. I check the clock on the desk next to the bed, and see that it's 7 PM.
“ Shoot,” I mumble. Standing up, I notice my robe was partially open while I was sleeping, and that the room has been cleaned. The cleaning lady probably got a good look of my vagina. The thought makes me blush, but I'm not too embarrassed.
I get dressed and pull my hair back. Falling asleep
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