"Someone's all smiles." Kyle teased, sneakily wrapping his arms around Emma's slightly exposed waist as she pressed the button to open the boot. As it slowly raised, Emma giggled, licking her lips as her husband lightly blew air into her ear. Her jean short clad butt started to slowly grind against the front of Kyle's slacks, earning a surprised, happy grunt from Kyle. Emma's heels clacked as she shifted back and forth, her nostrils filled with the fresh air of the English countryside. Kyle's hands started to tease Emma's comfortable tank top, exposing even more of her stomach. Unfortunately for the pair, things stopped then and there, as two familiar voices exaggeratedly coughed and gagged behind them. "Really, girls?" Kyle sighed, planting a long kiss on the side of Emma's neck before letting her go.
"You two literally got your own room for this kinda stuff!" Alice complained, her face scrunched up to exaggerate her disgust at the sight of her parents being so lovey-dovey.
"And? You two should be thrilled to have parents who do 'this kinda stuff' on vacation! Or would you rather we shout and argue the whole time?" Emma playfully scolded, grabbing one of their bags of luggage out of the boot of their estate car. As her two daughters made more exaggerated gag sounds, Emma planted a kiss on Kyle, something that he was all too keen to reciprocate. "Now... you two be safe, got it? Just because you two have your own room doesn't mean-"
"I know, I know." Alice interrupted, groaning as she could still hear the rest of her parents' lecture in the back of her head. Just as she was about to groan again though, she couldn't help but shudder at the memory of some of the more handsome hotel staff. Namely, the fit redhead who gave her extra-special room service the last time she and her family had stayed at the French-style hotel.
"We won't be stupid, Mum." Grace mumbled, her own mind flowing back to the handsome Italian masseuse whose massages had sent her to Nirvana with his handsome, muscular hands.
"Ah ah ah, what you two daydreaming about?" Emma teased, giggling as her daughters blushed and suddenly found the pavement of the parking lot immensely intriguing. Glancing at Kyle's chuckling face, her own mind recounted her favorite part of their prior visit. Something about the massages, the fresh air, the fine food of the hotel, the relaxation of the vacation... all of it factored into the lovemaking sessions last time. The way Kyle would kiss her neck, hold her tight, whisper her name as they shared an orgasm... everything was so passionate, so sensual, so... Emma couldn't help but feel the need to squeeze her thighs together and lean against Kyle at just the crystal-clear memories of the experiences. Kyle was much in the same boat, clearing his throat as his hand grasped Emma's shoulder and started to slowly rub it. "God... I wanna check in so badly..."
"Me too." Kyle whispered, gulping as he continued to rub his wife's shoulder. After receiving a quick kiss on the forehead, Emma managed to recover her balance, grinning with her rosy red face. Kyle grinned back and grabbed some more of the luggage from the boot, making sure to grab the heavier items he could get his hands on. After watching Alice and Grace take a few of their own bags, Kyle led the way into the ornate doorway nearby, guarded by the familiar, grey-haired Scotsman from the last time they'd stayed at the hotel, and into the lobby of the hotel proper. Spotting the receptionist on duty, Kyle couldn't help chuckle at how much she'd apparently changed. "Not a phase, right?" Kyle joked as his family approached the front desk.
"Hm?" The receptionist murmured, glancing up from a magazine she was reading. Her eyes scanned the family, lighting up in recognition as a smirk formed on her face. "Oh, riiight... I like to change things up from time-to-time, just like anybody else." She answered, running her fingers through her bright green and purple hair. "Emma's group, right?" She chirped, turning to face a nearby computer.
"Yep! Mindy, right? Or was it Mandy...?" Emma replied, slapping the letter she'd received in the post down onto the desk. "The offer IS valid, right? I know we all booked online, but I'm a bit of a worrywart, so-"
"Mindy, yep! And you're all good. As long as they used your referral code and their stay overlaps with yours for at least one night, they're fine." The receptionist chirped, continuing to glance over at the group as her split tongue peaked out from behind her lips, subtly licking them. "Any more luggage in your car?"
"Oh right, can I...?" Kyle asked quietly, oddly giddy as he brought his hand up and over to a small golden bell on the front desk. After the receptionist nodded, Kyle eager ringed it, grinning at the marvel of the almost instant sound of footsteps in response. Sure enough, a moment later, the glasses-wearing porter from their last stay came into the lobby, grinning at the family as he almost immediately recognized them. "Norman, right?" Kyle asked, flashing a smile as the geeky-looking lad shook his head in response.
"Everyone here was SO HAPPY when those reservations flooded in! I'll start taking everything upstairs to your room, if you want to go get the rest from your car!" Norman, the porter answered, the tone in his voice genuine. As he helped Emma and the girls gently place their luggage down on a nearby luggage cart, he glanced over at the receptionist, both flashing a brief smile that went unseen by the returning guests. As the four returned to the parking lot to grab the rest of their belongings, Norman leaned against the front desk and licked his lips, giggling along with the receptionist. "You calling dibs, Electra? Emma's dressing like a damn slut this time, I'm thinking..."
"Hmm... I don't know. I'd love to take a spin in her again, but..." Electra muttered, biting her lip as she felt her pierced nipples harden in her collared shirt. "Kinda like it in Mindy, y'know? Might stay put until more guests pop in."
"Uh-huh. And I bet when Mindy wakes up, she'll be real happy once she looks at a calendar and realizes you spent over a week in her body." Norman teased, chuckling as Electra shot him a look wordlessly warning him that, unless he was offering his own body, he should probably shut up. "I wouldn't mind waking up after you wore yourself out in me, you know. Hit me up next time you need a lift. Probably easier to take a willing hopper than one who's kicking and screaming the whole time, right?"
"That's half the fun, you pillock!" Electra shot back, suddenly yelping as she felt a tongue snake inside of her "borrowed" cunt. "Samuel! Use some fingers too, c'mon!" She hissed, glancing down at the bald head crowded under the desk, slurping and licking her body's snatch. Just as she ordered, the man shoved a solid, thick thumb into her ass, forcing out another yelp and a shudder from Electra as a cheshire grin formed on her "borrowed" face. A moment later, Emma and her family returned to the lobby, their arms once again full of various bags and such.
"This should be everything!" Emma chirped, oblivious as to the kinky events that were about to befall her family, for the second time, as she placed the new bags on the nearly full baggage cart. "What floor are we on again?" She asked, slightly out of breath, as Electra handed her a set of room keys, for rooms 201 and 202. "Second floor? What were we on the last time? Fifth, right?"
"Oh, I... I think so?" Kyle answered, unsure of the answer, his memories oddly cloudy about that aspect of his prior stay, as he and his family followed Norman over to a nearby elevator...
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