The Grand Hedonist

“Can you believe we are finally doing this?” Marnie asked loudly to the others who sat in a semi circle in the back of a long white limousine. “I feel so fancy!” She took a long drink from her champagne glass, draining it. “Top ‘er up.” With a wavy hand, Marnie held out the glass toward Lucy, who obliged. Marnie took another drink, then, with her free hand, dug into her purse. When she found what she wanted, her hand re-emerged with a brochure clasped in her fingers. She passed her glass to Nina, cleared her throat, then read aloud.

“The Grand Hedonist, a place of opulence, and decadent pleasures. Trust yourself to our care and experience the your inner sensualist, sleep in lavishly decorated surroundings, and delight in the corporeal bliss you have only known in your fantasies. “ Marnie read, then giggled and blushed.”Oh my.”

“I know,” Nina said, excitedly. “What did you all think of the questionnaire? It was sort of mysterious, wasn’t it?”

“No, it was straight forward,” Remy said, her long manicured nails wrapped around her champagne glass. “We are here for “an unbridled weekend of pleasure”, or so the brochure said. The questionnaire must help them achieve that.” She sipped from her glass, nodding to herself.

“I guess it must,” Marnie replied, feeling shy. “I just hope it’s worth all the money we are spending.”

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity,” Nina said. “I am ready to have the most pleasurable weekend of my life. Aren’t you?”

“Oh, hell ya,” Lucy chimed in, holding her glass aloft. The other women agreed, clinking their glasses together.

Little did they know, their fun was just beginning.

***

The limo pulled up in front of a grand building. It had many windows, many balconies, and many stairs leading to a tall wooden doorway that must haven been twenty feet tall. The limo driver opened the door and the women exited the vehicle. Each of them was a quiver with excitement. Nina had goosebumps running all down her legs, while Lucy kept fidgeting with her curly red hair to make sure it looked just right. Remy, sensibly applied a fresh coat of dark red lipstick, and Marnie smoothed her flowered skirt. They stared up at the overwhelming façade.

“I hope this bodes well for other, shall we say, large things we might experience this weekend.” Remy cackled, while the other ladies tittered nervously.

“This way, ladies,” a woman in a French maid’s outfit escorted them up the long stone step staircase. Two porters, dressed in black tuxedo pants, a sharply pressed white shirt, and a decadent red and gold brocade waistcoat, went on ahead. Marnie noticed the one in her eyeline had a finely toned rear. Her mouth watered as the urge to bite it came over her. They weren’t even inside yet and her hedonistic desires were rising to the surface. What would happen when they reached the threshold?

The porters parted the doors and stood aside for the women to pass. A sweeping staircase met them. It was shimmering with golden railings. The carpet a deep plush burgundy. A chandelier glittered above them with sparkling crystal and gold accents. Velvet furniture was placed near the towering windows. A fainting couch, and a two-person settee were inviting, and intimidating at the same time.

Three men in full tuxedo tails stood before the women. The French maid joined the line. The women looked at one another, unsure of what would happen next.

“Miss. Lucy,” one of the men spoke. His voice was deep and soft, his hair a wavy style, neatly combed, landing just above his brown eyes on his forehead. He appeared fit, and stood proudly. He retrieved her bag from the porter, then held his arm out for her. She stepped forward, timidly, taking his arm. She came up to his shoulder and could feel his arm was well toned beneath his jacket.

He led her down a long hallway, lined with gilded pictures of naked women and men frolicking, painted in the classical style. Heavy red velvet drapes hung on either side of the windows they passed, while marble columns stood between the windows. Opulence dazzled Lucy’s eyes. Her guide walked at a gentle pace to allow her to take it all in.

Soon, they reached the door to her suite. The man took a key from his cummerbund. It was old, and made of brass. The lock clicked open.

“After you, Miss Lucy,” he said. His voice somehow whispered while sounding deep and soulful. Lucy shivered a little.

The room painted in a dark peacock blue, with silver accents. A tall four-poster bed stood in the middle. This was surrounded by plump furniture. Classical music played somewhere in the distance. All the curtains were drawn. Sconces and candles lit the room in a soft glow.

The man placed her bag on a luggage rack, then turned to face her. His brown eyes looked warmly upon her face.

“Miss. Lucy, my name is Aaron and I will be your guide this weekend. I have endeavoured to give you everything your heart will desire, however, just ask if you need anything else.” He bowed, taking her hand. His lips pressed genteelly on her knuckles. “Through these doors, you will find the en suite. Please take your time and relax in a nice hot bath. When you are finished, dress yourself in the robe that is provided and press the bell. I will return to you, right away.”

“Alright,” Lucy said, somewhat stunned as Aaron backed out of her room. She took a shaky breath, then released it, letting the tension in her shoulders go with it. She would follow Arron’s instructions and take a bath. Opening the ornately carved wooden door, Lucy found a room done in black marble, with gold fixtures. In comparison to her bedroom, this room was slick and masculine.

She ran the tub, lacing the steaming water with some delicious smelling oil. Deep notes of sandalwood mixed with roses and musk. Lucy removed her clothes, hanging them on a fancy looking hat rack in the corner. Feeling a little woozy from the champagne and excitement, she carefully slid herself into the water. Waves of heat caressed skin and her senses filled with the aroma of the bath oil. She ran her hands down over herself, relishing how smooth her skin felt. Closing her eyes, she relaxed for several minutes, the classical music still playing, creating the perfect spa-like atmosphere. When she opened her eyes again, Lucy noticed a small cupboard to her right. Ouvret written in glimmering gold letters callers her to prise open the cabinet. Inside, there was a small fridge, a plate filled with juicy looking fruit, and a small snifter orange liqueur on ice. A tiny squeal of excitement escaped her lips. This was the perfect snack. So far, Lucy was delighted by her visit to The Grand Hedonist.

After her bath, Lucy felt nourished and lusciously relaxed. She tied a white satin robe around her waist and pressed a button on what seemed to be a butler call system. Within moments, Aaron returned, and lightly rapped on the door to the bedroom, before entering.

“Miss Lucy, did you enjoy your bath and your fruit?” Arron asked, as he stepped into the room. He wore a matching satin robe to the one that was presently caressing Lucy’s skin.

“Oh yes, thank you.” She smiled as she replied.

“I am so glad to know that they have brought you pleasure. Now, if you will allow me,

I will massage any further tension from your muscles,” Arron spoke again with a deep whisper, his brown eyes fixed on Lucy’s petite face. He gestured to a massage table, already set up near the window. He held out his hand to her, and she took it, her small palm engulfed in the largeness of his grasp.

When they reached the table, he asked, “May I have the pleasure of admiring your beauty?” He gestured for her to remove her robe. Though she hardly knew him, it didn’t matter. She felt safe, comfortable, and a bit carefree. Perhaps booking this weekend would turn out to be an excellent idea.

She tugged on the belt of her robe, allowing the front to open. She shrugged and the smooth fabric slid off her shoulders, then dropped to the floor. He took a moment to gaze upon her taught body. Then, clasping her hand once more, he lifted her delicate arm and had her slowly pirouette before him.

“Spectacular,” he said, his eyes alive with appreciation. She bowed and blushed, than, catching herself, looked boldly into his eyes. He broke the intense stare first by gesturing to the massage table, and turning away to nod. She obliged and took her place, face down in the massage bed. She heard him moving around her, but could see nothing but the lush carpeted floor as she gazed through the hole in the massage pillow. Her body felt electric with every hair standing on end. They felt as though they were magnetized to Arron’s every move.

In moments, he appeared near her head. She saw his well kept feet, and muscular legs. His skin was brown from spending time in the sun. She watched as he removed his own robe. Her eyes traced up his calves, to well shaped thighs, and then her view was obscured. She would just have to imagine the rest.

“If you are ready,” he said, close to her ear, “I will begin.”

“Yes,” she peeped out, her heart in her throat.

Something warm poured down her spine and she gasped a little at the sensation. Then, Arron placed his hands upon her, spreading the warmth across her back. He kneaded her tight muscles until she was putty. Then he moved to the base of the table, running his hands down one of Julie’s buttocks, then hamstring and calf. Soon after, his hands were on her other side, gliding from the small of her back, over her round cheek, thy, and calf. When he reached her feet, he cradled them gently.

“I’m going to kiss you now, if you approve,” he spoke still in his velvety voice.

“Hmm,” Julie replied, not quite registering what he’d said. Then, as the words clicked in her mind, she felt his mouth dropping kisses on the soles of her feet. It tickled, but also felt nice. She squirmed with pleasure. Then she felt his mouth wrap around her toes, one by one, and the tension sent electricity into her core. His tongue explored and Julie was beside herself, not having experienced these sensations ever before. She found her breath coming faster.

“Flip over, Miss Julie,” Arron requested. With difficulty, she did so. Then he scooped her up, into his arms. “I would like to kiss you other places, now, if you will permit me.”

“What places are those?” She asked, sounding out of breath, her face flushed.

“All the best places,” Arron responded. She let out a moan as she saw sparks of heat in his eyes. She buried her face in his neck. He carried her to the bed, then began running his lips and tongue over every inch of her. He stopped at the pulse points on her throat, giving a little nip with his teeth, then travelled over her collar bone, lingering and sucking on each nipple until the were swollen with pleasure.

Julie felt his body slide against hers as he made his way downward over her stomach. She felt that he was enjoying this journey too, as he pressed, hard, against her flesh with his manhood. She gasped as he found her clit, his tongue swirling around it. He spread her legs wide, digging his fingers into her inner thighs. As her excitement grew he dipped inside her with one hand, and applied pressure to her mound with the other. Julie’s hips lifted from the mattress and she grasped the back of his head as she pushed into him. His tongue and fingers kept working in rhythm with her motions. Suddenly, she climaxed, pulsing against his mouth, trapping his fingers.

“Aaron,” she gasped. “Would you make love to me, now, please.”

He moaned into her heat, her spasms still coming. “My pleasure, Miss Julie,” he growled, moving above her. Looking into her eyes, his body poised to take hers, he asked, “is there anything else you desire?” She grasped him by the nape of the neck, pulling him toward her with her right hand, with her left, she held his erection,, guiding him where she needed him most. She kissed him fiercely on the mouth as he entered her, then broke away to answer his question.

“This will be all for now, Arron,” she said, her voice in a guttural strain. . She kissed him again and he thrust into her, then lifted her up to rock her into his lap. He gave her control of the show, allowing her to explore her body with his. He was the facilitator of her pleasure.

She moved against him, kissing him and running her hands over his muscular back. He held her with strong arms, his hands cupping her buttocks.

It didn’t take long for her pleasure to rise again and he watched the sweet agony inhabit her face as she climaxed. When she went limp against him he whispered, “more?” Into her ear.

“Yes. More,” she spoke into his ear. “Your turn.”

He would have his turn, but not until she came once more. He moved to suck her nipple, then tugged her head back by her hair. He licked up her throat and nibbled on her earlobe. “I’m going to lie you down,” he said to her, then kissed her deeply. She willingly obliged and he positioned himself between her legs, then entered her, slowly. She moaned, and urged him to go faster. “Not yet.” Was his only reply.

He lifted her legs, crossing them tightly together. Then he held her by the ankles against his shoulder.

“Touch yourself, Miss Julie,” he commanded. She did as he asked, without hesitation. Her fingers slid to find her clit, and she massaged herself in time with his tempo. Heat and pleasure began to build in her agin and she sucked in her breath. Just then, Arron returned to her toes, sucking hard and hot. The sensation drove her to climax once more. As she pulsed against him, he could take no more. He released her legs, thrusting with full force as she pulled them up to her chest. His climax came on with force and he collapsed on top of her, breathless.

They lay together, catching their breaths, each caressing the other.

“Did you enjoy this,?” Arron asked her.

“Oh yes, Arron,” Julie replied. “Very, very, very much.” One very for each orgasm. She waggled her eyebrows at him.

“I am yours for the night, Miss Julie. Do you have any other desires you would like fulfilled?” He asked her, and watched her face. They moved so they were lying side by side.

“I think I can come up with at least one more desire you can help me with,” Julie replied, kissing him.