Community Involvement Ch. 15

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?I have an idea!? Michelle exclaimed excitedly. We had just left Palm Beach and were headed south toward the big smoke. Next stop Sydney and the city lights. ?I?m pleased for you,? I laughed with a hint of sarcasm. She shook her head in dismay. ?You just can?t get good help these days.? Without missing a beat she ploughed on. ?It?s such a lovely evening, which matches perfectly with the magical day we?ve had, and neither us needs to go home tonight, soooo?? her voice trailed off suggestively. ?I think you?ve had too much champagne?? I said, jokingly. ?Not really but if we?? ??had?ve had anymore you?d be asleep by now?? I cut in. ?Finishing my sentences?? she asked laughing. ?That?s a sign we?re definitely getting close.? We laughed together. ?Anyway, go on.? I prompted, delightfully curious about her idea. ?How about we stay somewhere for the night? That way we don?t have to worry about driving and so on.? ?Sounds like a plan, Stan.? ?Excellent!? She squeezed my thigh affectionately and started rummaging in her large handbag for her phone. ?Let me make a few enquires.? ?Thank heavens for mobile phones with internet connectivity at times like these.? I agreed wholeheartedly as she scanned her screen. Into the gathering dusk we drove. The approaches to the lower north shore increased in traffic density as the Spit Bridge loomed, but thankfully it was not a car park like it could have been given it was late peak hour. The traffic gods were looking after us. I had zoned out somewhat as I drove, lost in a myriad of random thoughts as Michelle made a number of calls and spoke to, god knows, how many people it seemed. Eventually she finished her intense discussions. ?All sorted!? she smiled broadly and sighed contentedly. ?You seem quite satisfied with yourself. What, if I may ask, have you come up with?? ?I think I?ve done good,? she said smugly. I smiled appreciatively before she added, ?Instead of heading to North Sydney as planned, can you go across the Harbour Bridge? Maybe take the York St route and head towards The Rocks along George St?? ?Sure, Ms SatNav. For you, anything.? ?At the roundabout, take the second exit and go ?beep? yourself.? She cracked up laughing at her little joke. ?Is that so?? I tried to sound indignant but her laughter was infectious. ?If that were possible they?d call me tripod.? ?That?s quite witty. No offence though,? although I knew she was still making fun of me. ?Okay, The Rocks it is. But, where in The Rocks? That is the question?? ?Oh, didn?t I tell you?? She looked furtively at me through the corners of her eyes. ?We are going to the Park Hyatt.? ?What? Wow?I mean. How? No wonder you looked so pleased with yourself,? I complimented her. ?But I only brought a pair of jeans and a shirt for dinner though.? ?No probs, I haven?t got any fancy clothes either,? she shrugged. ?Who cares, it will be our night regardless. Anyway, who says we will be going anywhere fancy for dinner?? ?I take it Ripples has been given the flick? No problem with that, but where shall we eat? Room service?? ?Yes and no. Ripples will definitely have to wait.? She looked at me with her puppy dog eyes, which quickly changed into usual her beaming smile. I also noted a hint of mischief. ?Don?t worry, I have it all under control.? ?That?s what?s got me worried,? I chided. ?There?s just no pleasing some people,? she retorted acting hurt. We laughed and chattered as we turned off the Harbour Bridge. Taking the ?mickie' out of our earlier comments, Michelle directed in a pseudo-SatNav voice, and guided us to the valet parking outside the hotel. Things happened quickly from there and before I knew it we were in a room. And what a room! ?How?? was all I could utter as we entered. ?Impressed?? ?Wow. Yes, definitely!? I replied astonished as I threw open the curtain to reveal the Opera House directly across the Quay from our room. ?But how did you arrange all this?? I indicated the room and the bottle of Moet sitting in the ice bucket on the small table near the window with a wide sweep of my arms. ?How about you pop the cork and pour and I will explain all? But first, I need to pee.? She turned, and kicked her leg backwards as she gleefully skipped her way around the corner. I popped the cork and sent it flying across the room which was greeted by a distant, echoey voice. ?That?s my favourite sound!? I pulled the round-backed chairs together so they faced the view, poured the champagne, and sat in stunned silence as I waited for my mischievous companion to return. The room was dimly lit, with a chic mix of timber, gold and yellows throughout the decor to give a feeling of warmth and grandeur, fitting for such a magnificent view. ?Very tastefully done,? I thought as I watched a Manly ferry leaving the Quay, full of some of the last peak hour commuters heading homeward. ?Comfy?? Michele enquired as she retuned. She slid her arms across my chest from behind and kissed my head before she took a seat. She picked up both glasses and offered a toast. ?Too our secret place?? ?I?ll drink to that.? We clinked the fine champagne flutes gently together. The delicate sound of the glass lightly drifted around us as we drank deeply. ?Mmmm, that is very good.? I closed my eyes and smiled broadly as the delicate bubbles tantalised my taste buds. The quiet, opulent surroundings and the wonderful flavour of the wine cast a magical serenity upon us both. ?I don?t mean to pry, but curiosity is getting the better of me. Just how did you manage this?? ?Curiosity killed the cat, remember.? ?Fuck the cat.? Michelle laughed her staccato laugh before taking another sip. I noted how the liquid barely touched her sensuous lips. ?Okay.? She wiggled her pert bottom in her seat and straightened her skirt. ?I did promise an explanation, didn?t I?? She beamed brightly. She even had an excited twinkle in her eyes. ?This might shock you but here goes.? She took a deep breath as well as another deep draft of wine. I refilled our glasses as she commenced her story. ?We had my son?s engagement here late last year. Well, the immediate families from both sides part, and there were a few stuff ups. Um, make that a couple of major stuff ups actually. The person acting for the Functions Manager got the date wrong and so nothing was prepared for us. On top of that, there was another function happening at the same time. Luckily we were not a large group, so they went into overdrive and got an alternate private area sorted. But it was not a good look for the hotel, plus the drinks waiter tried a fast one on us by charging us for dearer wines than escort beylikdüzü our wines of choice. He called it an accident but I was not so sure. There were a number of other glitches through out the night as well, which I won?t bother you with now. In some ways they added to the night, if you can understand what I mean? Not that we told them that.? I nodded and she continued. ?The Manager was so embarrassed and very apologetic. But, in some ways he did not seem overly sincere. I pushed and pushed to get it all sorted and in the end he gave me his mobile number and said if I ever needed his assistance I was just to call him and he would fix everything. No matter what time of day or where he was, he?d take care of my every wish.? ?And did you take care of any of his wishes?? I blurted accidentally. The thought had found voice before I could clamp my trap shut. ?What are you implying?? she asked in mock annoyance, thankfully she was not offended. ?Nothing!? I replied quickly. ?I?m sorry, I didn?t really mean to say that.? ?Shhh,? she whispered. A slight red flush had started to show on her cheeks. It seemed she was getting a little tipsy as we had demolished two bottles during our picnic lunch earlier in the day. ?I know you didn?t mean any offence and none was taken. However, to continue. Despite being happy with his assistance I still felt there was more he could have done, particularly about the wine and, like I said, I felt the need to test his ?sincerity?. Besides, I was not aware of any express ?wish? of his but, hey, I am a woman.? ?That?s for sure! You?re ALL woman and quite desirable.? ?Thank you.? Then she stopped in mid sip. ?Only quite?? I chocked on a mouthful and the bubbles filled my nostrils. Coughing and spluttering I defended my comment. ?I was speaking from [cough] a general stand point. For me, you are extremely [cough] desirable but for Joe Bloggs on the street, you would be looked at and desired but seen as unattainable.? ?Oh, I see.? She looked at me with an injured expression, although the look in her eyes told me she was playing me. I laughed quietly and took her hand. Michelle smiled and pulled me to my feet. She dragged me around the table and we stood facing each other next to the floor-to-ceiling, curved windows. The dim light would have cast a slight silhouette to the outside world, not that it would have concerned either of us. She took hold on my jeans at the waist and smiled lovingly up at me. ?Being all woman, as you say, and being in his office while we talked over the issues, we were there all alone I might add?? ?I guessed that might?ve been the case.? ?Well, what was I to do?? she shrugged. ?I simply took what I thought was the appropriate approach to ensure his sincerity and commitment to honour his offer that he would do more, both then and there and in the future.? Her hand slipped to my fly and pushed it down. Deftly her hand snaked inside and reefed my underwear aside as she extracted my semi-hard length. With a tight grip and her eyes firmly locked on mine, she knelt in front of me and lashed the purple head with her tongue. ?Shall I show you how I secured his cooperation and ongoing support?? She did not wait for my reply. Her mouth widened as she placed her lips over the ridge of my cock-head. ?He was not as thick as you, by the way. If you know what I mean?? Without further ado, she plunged her mouth forcefully onto my cock. The heat of her tongue lashed the underside as she pumped her face with abandon. Her tongue smeared the thick gland as she engulfed me fully. Her nose flattened against my lower belly as she stuffed the entire length of my cock into her throat. She pulled away suddenly coughing. She had gagged herself in her efforts to give me the pleasure of her cock sucking talents. Droplets of spittle were on her chin as she coughed some more. ?Sorry?? She spluttered in between gulps for breath. ?You okay?? ?Your too big for me.? She laughed weakly as I helped her to her feet. ?I wanted to show you but I got carried away. ? ?It can wait,? I said, disappointed. ?Though, I would?ve liked to have found out how it finished.? She recovered enough to kiss me warmly as she tried to put my manhood back in its confines. ?I did blow him though. I gave him a good oral seeing too. I hope you?re not too shocked?? She knew her tale, and her hand on my thick shaft, was going to make it impossible to stuff it back inside my jeans. ?Shocked? Hhhmm, maybe a little. ?Would not have guessed that of you? would be closer, I suppose.? ?I?m glad I shocked you a bit. It will keep you on your toes.? She grinned and kissed me fully on the mouth. ?I didn?t swallow though,? she added quickly, pulling away. ?I was going to let him blast his lot all over my tits but that would have too messy, plus I had to return to our guests, so I sucked him into my mouth for all I was worth until he was close and let him blow onto the carpet. He was no, um, well, I didn?t find him that attractive but I had this inkling that if I did something for him he would be ?up? to do something for me, in addition to rectifying the function fuck ups properly. And so, here we are. The best room in the hotel. Right on the harbour.? She squeezed my throbbing cock and tried, halfheartedly, to put it away. I knew how to rectify this situation. I manoeuvred us backward by pressing my body firmly against her. She willing gave ground. Once we were away from the window, behind the chairs, I turned her and bent her over the back of the chair and roughly hitched her skirt up over her rounded waist and hips. Michelle leant forward and grasped the tapering arms as I coarsely removed her knickers. Without a word I slid my fingers easily inside her slippery pussy. Relating her tale had stimulated us both. Michelle murmured softly as she pushed hard against my hand and moaned aloud as I slowly slid my fingers in and out. I stabbed at her clitoris which made her squirm and grind her hips with inflamed passion. ?Ohhh, Ray?? she gasped. ?No need for that, besides I?m a bit too sensitive there. Just fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.? I heard her plea and, not being one to displease a lady, I quickly moved to comply with her wish. I wrapped my hands about her rounded hips. Her head slumped forward waiting for my onslaught. She reached behind and grabbed my swollen cock and began to guide me toward her entrance. With ease my thick rod filled and spread the walls of her soaking well. I pounded her hard the instant I was fully imbedded, levering off her hips which made her head escort akbatı bob with the force. As I thrust into her, she gasped loudly. Each body slap was met with a low grunt as I buried my shaft further inside her. Harder and faster I moved, the urgency I felt to explode deep inside her was incredible. The room quickly filled with the sound of lovers fucking; body smacking body and the wet slap, slap, slap of loins colliding together. Her moans grew more lustful and she began yelling at me to fuck her and fuck her hard. I held onto her hips and pushed as hard as I could. She pushed back and smashed her crotch against me making the impacts even harder. My balls slapped against her mound as I drove myself, helter-skelter toward the finish line. Michelle cried fervently for me to fuck her faster, harder, deeper, faster. The more I tried to increase the pace and power the more effort she demanded. I grabbed her right shoulder and pulled her back and rammed my aching cock as fully as possible. She cried out again and again that she was going to come. She went rigid against my thrusting pelvis, her back arched upward, her eyes clamped tight. With a loud animal grunt she convulsed in a fit of shudders. The exquisitely pleasurable feeling built to it's climax between her legs, before quickly affecting every muscle, which made her quiver as she let forth a scream of pleasure, seemingly wanting the world to know she had been fucked to climax. Her pussy clamped and gripped my cock harder, like a clenched fist. I thrusted as hard as I could, my desire became reality as my own orgasmic sensation welled deep in the pit of my stomach. Crying out, I let her know that I was about to explode. She bent forward over the chair and gripped the arms tight as she pushed hard, impaling herself on my thrusting cock until she felt my pole swell and thicken. She pushed back one last time, as our bodes crashed together. I grabbed her hips and held myself fully, buried deep within her pulsing body. Unable to resist, I came inside her with a sharp inhalation of breath. With each pulse I gushed my hot and sticky semen into her ribbed channel: the excess overflowed onto the carpet below and trickled down her thighs. It seemed as though it would never end: but eventually it did. This was a short moment in time but neither of us was going to forget it in a hurry. Breathing hard we collapsed into each other's arms on the floor. As we lay together, the smell of sex flowed from every pore. I wanted to lick her body, to taste the sweet tincture of liquid love; the sweat, her juices, my semen, that conjoined and assimilated and oozed languidly down her legs. But we were both spent. We rested in a quiet solitude for a few moments, before I reached up and retrieved her glass. With mine in hand we toasted our love and dreamily enjoyed the post-coital tranquility. Michelle stretched herself along the carpet and sighed contentedly. ?I?m glad you understood not to touch me down there,? she said quietly. ?Besides, I don?t need to climax every time to enjoy fucking you.? Her direct talk was refreshing. ?I just feel lucky that I can fuck you at all.? I confessed. ?What are we going to do for dinner?? ?Men!? she exclaimed laughing. ?You give them a good fuck and then they want feeding.? ?Cave man mentality?? I offered. ?You can say that again,? she laughed. ?And before you take me literally, how about we shower and then we can go see what my ?special friend? has organised for us?? ?No room service?? ?No way!? Once showered and dressed we finished off the last of the Moet. I was still amazed at what Michelle had been able to organise via her in-house contact. ?Ready?? I nodded and she took me by the hand and led me toward the main dining area. Arm in arm we entered the hotel?s signature restaurant ?The Dining Room? with its spectacular waterfront views of Sydney Harbour through floor-to-ceiling glass windows. ?That?s a bit passé, don?t you think?? I commented under my breath, indicating the view, as we waited for the Maître d. ?Behave!? Michelle chided, though she laughed as well as she caught my meaning. I mean, having that view from our exclusive suite was, in itself, extra-special. Despite my silliness, it was an idyllic location. It offered a quintessential dining experience in a premier waterfront restaurant. Combined with that, in a few words, it was breathtaking. Stylish and sophisticated. What more could I have asked for than to accompany my gorgeous companion on such an evening and to partake of an elegant dining experience; intimate location, rich, warm decor overlooking glittering Sydney Harbour and a beautiful person to share it with. A win, win, win situation. To our delight, Michelle and I were ushered, not just to any Quayside seat, but into a secluded Quayside seat. The restaurant took on an even more romantic ambience in our own intimate, semi private dining area, devoid of other diners. In spite of my reassurances, Michelle still felt under-dressed for occasion. I tried to impress upon her that her simple black dress, with a hinting ?V? neckline, was in my view, a killer outfit. I particularly liked the stylised, full length zipper at the front. ?I thought you said it wouldn?t matter? Anyway, look at me!? I exclaimed, trying to dissuade her from feeling underdressed. ?I have on a pair of slightly faded jeans and a creased shirt. On top of that, I can?t tuck the shirt in as I don?t have a belt?it?s not a good look to have your shirt tucked in when not wearing a belt. That much I do know.? ?Thank you,? she said, and squeezed my hand. ?You look good enough to eat.? ?Hey, that?s my line!? ?Dessert maybe?? she grinned and looked warmly into my eyes. ?I?ve had a marvellous day so far, my love. Words actually don?t go far enough to tell you how much?? Mid sentence she diverted her eyes. I assumed she was overcome with emotion. ?Good evening Madam Michelle.? The deep rolling baritone voice came from behind me. ?I hope everything is to your satisfaction, so far.? ?Good evening, um, arrr, Marcus.? I could see Michelle was frantically trying to collect her thoughts. ?Yes, everything is fine. No! Not fine?I mean, wonderful.? ?Excellent. And you must be her husband. I did not get to speak to you the last time you were guests here.? ?Yes!? Michelle interjected immediately. Her foot tapped my ankle under the table suggesting I pay attention and play along. ?Yes, this is my husband?? ?Nice to meet you, um, Marcus is it?? I said cutting across Michelle. I stood and shook his hand. He had a firm handshake, which escort beylikdüzü was not surprising, given his stocky build. In fact, he was a bit on the round side for his height. His shiny bald pate looked out of place with his Mediterranean looks. I would have expected a solid covering of thick dark hair. However, his bulbous, bent nose and his round face gave him a look that, in other circumstances, would have had me guess him to be a gangland thug rather than a hotel manager. We exchanged a few pleasantries as I resumed my seat. Marcus regaled Michelle with tales of fond memories of ?that night? and concluded with additional apologies. There was a slight awkward pause, and just before he left us, he added. ?I have taken the liberty of selecting a starter for you both. I hope you do not mind?? He gestured to the wait staff to commence serving and promptly moved away. ?I didn?t expect him to be here.? Michelle whispered. Her relief was tangible. ?What are we going to do?? ?Don?t know.? I shrugged. ?He?ll probably leave us alone for the rest of the evening. He has made contact and will remain in the distance, satisfied that he has made amends.? ?I fucking hope so,? Michelle breathed. ?I?m sorry to get you involved.? ?No problem, we?re in this together now.? I raised my glass to her, despite it being empty. She laughed at that which seemed to help her relax. ?Let?s just eat, drink and be merry. We?ll enjoy this for all it?s worth and worry about issues as, and if, they arise.? ?Thank you.? She whispered as she took a deep breath. Her breasts thrust forward from her chest as she arched her back to increase her lung capacity. ?They definitely look good enough to eat.? I said suggestively, ogling her chest which was greeted by a ?don?t be naughty? rap on my shin again. The sommelier arrived just in time to further help ease Michelle?s tension. I would have welcomed any diversion and his arrival was just what the doctor ordered. He asked if I wished to peruse the wine list, which I gladly agreed to. He gestured to a passing waiter, who had one in hand, and opened it before presenting the twenty page tome to me. ?Where do I start?? I asked aloud to no one in particular. ?Michelle, what would you like?? ?A red of some sort, please. I think we?ve already had a good sample of bubbles for the time being.? she laughed, and chewed into the sourdough roll that had just been delivered. I discussed a few options with the sommelier before deciding on a rather moderately priced Tempranillo from Spain. ?A good choice sir.? I was not sure if he was just saying that or was being genuine; I assumed the later. In no time at all, he returned and I indicated that Michelle should have first try. ?Ohh, that is good.? she gushed as she put her glass down, which was immediately filled, as was mine, and then we were left to our own devices. ?Are you some sort of wine aficionado?? She laughed and held my hand across the table. ?Nahhh, I just look for something of a reasonable price and take it from there. No rocket science involved I can assure you.? ?Well, you did good.? ?And so have you, Madam Michelle.? I said, trying to mimic Marcus. ?Not funny! But thanks for the moral support.? ?I?m better at immoral support.? I said and drank deeply as I watched her over the rim of my glass. She smiled and blushed and gestured ?salute? to me as I did the same. ?Thankfully that was not the guy who overcharged us.? She laughed. ?I wonder if he got fired after that night?? To our hungry delight the Amuse Bouche arrived. We both marvelled at the macaron that came with the dish. It was chewy and fluffy on the inside with a slight crunch. ?An interesting concept, having a macaron at the beginning of the meal.? Michelle commented licking her lips appreciatively. There followed another two courses, which we demolished quite happily. At the completion of the main, we both felt rather sated but agreed that, with a generous break, we could at least have a look at the desert menu. We re-filled our glasses with the last of the red and were just about to toast ourselves again, when Michelle?s face took on a rather astonished, if not shocked, look. ?That?s him!? she hissed, nodding in a direction over my left shoulder. I turned, rather ungainly, and looked about. ?I know I am a bit tipsy but I know it?s him!? ?Who am I looking for?? I asked as I turned back to her. ?The drinks waiter! The one over by the bar! He is the one who tried to rip us off. I would have thought he?d have been given the flick.? I could tell she was not pleased to see him. I turned and looked at the waiter a bit more closely. As I returned to face Michelle a strong thought crossed my mind. ?Do you think he might be related to Marcus? He does bare a similar facial resemblance?? ?Oh my god! You might be right.? Michelle looked at him again. Her eyes glaring as if boring holes through his very being. ?That might explain why he is still here.? The guy moved off with a tray-full of beverages and disappeared into the wider restaurant area. Michelle still seemed agitated at what she had seen and waved the sommelier over as soon as she was able to catch his eye. ?This may sound a bit odd, but the guy who was just at the bar, um, do you know his name?? I knew she was determined to get an answer but her voice betrayed her nerves as well as her wine consumption. Without batting an eyelid, the sommelier answered her enquiry in full and added that he was the younger brother of the manager, Marcus. Michelle ordered another bottle of Tempranillo, even though we were both feeling rather mellow, and thanked him. ?You?re welcome.? He bowed stiffly and left. ?You were right,? she said, although she did seem preoccupied with some other thought. ?The name rings a distant bell for some reason but I can?t put my finger on why.? She looked back toward the bar area, lost in thought. ?Ray, my love, please excuse me for a moment? I need the bathroom.? She kissed me softly on the cheek as she left. I was rather perplexed at her sudden interest in Marcus and his brother, allowing for the part that they had played in the events of a few months earlier. ?Who am I to try and unravel the complexities of the female mind?? I thought to myself and chuckled. I drained my glass which was promptly refilled by the sommelier when he returned with our reorder. ?I hope madam and yourself are enjoying your stay with us tonight?? he enquired warmly. ?Absolutely!? I replied and asked about the wine list, more as a way to get past any awkwardness regarding Michelle?s previous questions. He delighted in informing me that most of the selections he had made personally during the five years he had been working at the Park Hyatt. However, a good number were included due to personal recommendations from customers which, after scrutiny and evaluation by his staff, found there way onto the list.