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The trouble with last-minute bookings is that you can never be sure where you are going to end up. In the lobby,the first thing I discovered was that the hotel was only partly built and although my room was bearable, the swimming pool was not yet open for business. One | The trouble with last-minute bookings is that you can never be sure where you are going to end up. In the lobby,the first thing I discovered was that the hotel was only partly built and although my room was bearable, the swimming pool was not yet open for business. One look at the dining room convinced me that I needed to find an alternative, so I thought I would see if I could get a room at the hotel where my new-found friends were staying. | ||
Sadly, they had no vacancies, but I discovered that both hotels were part of the same group, and a chat with the manager (with a modest exchange of cash) established that I was free to use all the facilities the hotel had to offer. I started by heading to the bar for a much-needed drink. | Sadly, they had no vacancies, but I discovered that both hotels were part of the same group, and a chat with the manager (with a modest exchange of cash) established that I was free to use all the facilities the hotel had to offer. I started by heading to the bar for a much-needed drink. | ||
Revision as of 22:36, 6 April 2019
The trouble with last-minute bookings is that you can never be sure where you are going to end up. In the lobby,the first thing I discovered was that the hotel was only partly built and although my room was bearable, the swimming pool was not yet open for business. One look at the dining room convinced me that I needed to find an alternative, so I thought I would see if I could get a room at the hotel where my new-found friends were staying.
Sadly, they had no vacancies, but I discovered that both hotels were part of the same group, and a chat with the manager (with a modest exchange of cash) established that I was free to use all the facilities the hotel had to offer. I started by heading to the bar for a much-needed drink.
"Uncle Francis," squealed a voice and Molly came racing over; demanding to sit on my lap so that she could see behind the bar. Bob and Harry weren't far behind, and I bought them all drinks.
"I needed that," Bob said. "Are you sure you don't mind Molly?"
I shrugged. "She's fine." She slurped some of her drink - a pink confection with fruit and an umbrella. Harry had a blue drink, also with an umbrella, while Bob and I had ice cold beers. I explained about my sorry excuse for a hotel and when he heard that I would be spending time where they were, he invited me to join them for dinner.
"Mummy is having a rest," Molly explained when I asked about her. "She isn't very well and usually has a sleep in the afternoon."
We finished our beers and then I had a problem. Molly had slipped off my lap and I knew that my stiff cock would be obvious when I stood up. I put my hand in a pocket and as I got up, I stumbled to give myself a chance to adjust it. Bob didn't seem to notice but Molly did, and she was whispering to her brother as we trooped into the dining room.