	May turned into June and the summer really started to feel like it was underway. Business at the club turned from mostly weddings and conventions into the normal vacation traffic and more and more of the club regulars began arriving in their summer/weekend homes and coming to the club for lunch and dinner. Breakfasts were still mostly hotel traffic and that kept things a little quieter in the mornings.
	Things between Molly and myself had turned from a "friends with benefits" relationship into something more serious and neither of us was seeing anyone else. We didn't sit down and have a heavy relationship talk, but both of us sensed that this was more than just a summer fling. We had so much in common and were having a great time just hanging out. Neither of us was complaining about the sex, either.
	All the kids at the club were nice this year, with a few exceptions, and they all knew what was going on and kept their distance. The occasional son of a club member or hotel guest would hit on Molly once in a while, but she was so sweet even when she was giving them the cold shoulder that nothing ever came of it. Although not really the jealous type, I think I noticed more of these guys hitting on her than she did. When outside lunches on the patio near the pool started, hormones among the club members (and probably staff) always got a little more revved up. The outside uniforms for the girls where a lot tighter fitting and more revealing than the stuffy attire we had to wear in the inside dining rooms.
	I don't know if it was coincidence or Louise sensing what was going on, but about three weeks into the season Molly and I suddenly had identical schedules, including days off. We had started the season on the same "team", but because so many staff were still coming and getting used to how the dining rooms ran for various shifts, some of the veteran staff had to be moved around to fill in various holes while everyone got up to speed. It usually took three weeks or so for things to settle down and this year was no exception. At that point, the schedules were usually set for a whole month, so Molly and I were very excited to have the whole month of June on the same schedule. We usually worked 6 days a week, but often only worked one shift on that sixth day. The breakfast-dinner weeks were the best because you really felt like you had two full days off, working breatfast on your "half day" and then not having to work again until breakfast two days later. It really was only a day and a half of free time, but it felt like more, especially after the first few hectic weeks while everyone was still learning.
	With two days off together each week and being on the same team, Molly and I had a lot of time together. Most of the time on our breakfast-dinner weeks, we'd spend the day at the beach or at her pool, get cleaned up at her house and then go to work for the evening. There would usually be some sort of party or gathering with kids from work after the dinner shift concluded. Some nights we would go to those and others we'd head to a late movie or find some place for a little alone time. Molly's parents were at their summer home a little more now that the season was in full swing, but they'd often be back at their home in suburban Boston, too, so we'd sometimes be able to skinny-dip in the pool and enjoy the cabana which was even more enjoyable as the weather improved. Sometimes we'd head down to the private beach for a swim in Nantucket Sound, but the Sound was still pretty cold in June even on a 'good' night. We had fun warming each other up after those swims, though.
	In addition to our friendship, Molly and I also shared interests in the same sports. On our lunch-dinner weeks, we often try to get up early -- depending on the previous night's partying -- and go play tennis or golf. Evenings on our full days off were often spent driving around Cape to see various games of the Cape Cod Baseball League. I think that we made it to a game at every park in the league by the summer's end. Other nights we'd just park at a beach at night, spread a few blankets in the back of my pickup and watch the stars... with maybe a little sex in the mix if we found a quiet spot to park.
	After that one fabulous evening in May, there was little talk of Elizabeth. She sent a nice 'Thank You' note for me to work with Molly a couple of days after, but there wasn't any talk or mention of doing it again... much to my relief, actually. She was apparently was very sincere about only wanting to lose her viginity and not wanting anything more. Although she was gorgeous, she had a lot of the "rich girl" attitude that was totally absent from Molly's personality. Elizabeth was nice to me, but I had seen the way she sometimes treated other people at times when visiting Molly's home, and she wasn't nearly as sweet and caring as her sister. Hot? Hell, yes. Sweet? Not really.
	As July approached, Molly reminded me that she would be on vacation for ten days starting July 1st. Her mother had planned before the summer started to take both girls to Europe. While I would miss her a lot, it was going to be a great trip for them and they were staying a couple of nights each in London, Paris, and Rome with maybe a side trip if time permitted. I was pretty jealous actually, but was happy for her. It would be disappointing to not have her around over the 4th of July holiday, but we were usually busy at work then anyway and might not have a lot of time for fireworks and cookouts. I decided to use this chance to work a bit more and make some extra money, so I made it known to the other staff that I could pick up a shift or two. Louise frowned on people taking on 'triples', but after much jockeying of schedules, it just turned out to be two triples and I was a hero to a couple of kids who wanted to head home for the 4th. I also picked up two shifts on my day off. I hadn't really bonded too much with any of the guys on the staff, so it wasn't like I was going to miss out on "boys night out" or anything like that. There were always parties after work or kids going to local bars, so there was never a shortage of things to do in the evening.
	About two days before Molly left for vacation, one of my favorite regular guests showed up in the hotel. Mrs. Amanda Forsythe stayed in the best suite in the hotel in the "Towers" building for the entire month of July. She was married to a wealthy Boston attorney who rarely joined her. I had asked her the previous summer why she and her husband didn't just buy a place on the Cape and she indicated that she liked being pampered. She often had meals delivered to her room, sat by the pool or beach much of the day, and just totally unwound. If she had a home on the Cape, she said she'd likely end up doing most of her own cooking and cleaning and her husband was so busy with his practice that she would be alone in the house most of the time anyway. While her husband didn't join her much, her daughter -- Stephanie -- did, and they were quite the pair. Both drop-dead gorgeous, Mrs. Forsythe looked a lot like Sharon Stone with flowing blonde hair and a great body. In fact, she bore such a resemblance that hotel's guests sometimes asked for her autograph, much to her amusement. Stephanie was nearly a clone of her mother, but with strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. They both shared the same incredible body and sense of grace and if I didn't know better, I would have initially assumed they were sisters and not mother-daughter. The beach and pool lifeguards used to make sure to get out the word to the male staff if the pair were spotted pool- or beach-side as they were usually dressed "to the nines" in skimpy designer bathing suits. These two were the epitome of beauty and grace and -- much like my Molly -- didn't seem to let the wealth go to their heads. They were both very friendly and generous with tips, which also made them favorites of the staff. Since all guests and club members were on meal plans, there was very little cash and tips -- although generous at 18% -- were automatically factored into the meal checks. The Forsythe's were rare in that they often added cash tips, especially for room service, and especially for long-time staff members.
	In order to take ten days off, even though she had planned it at the beginning of the summer, Molly had to work right up until the day before she left. It didn't leave us much time to say goodbye, but the night before she left, the dinner shift was extremely slow. Luckily for Molly, she got to wait on Mrs. Forsythe and they had quite the chat. Most of the staff had at least one of their tables not show up for the evening, which made for a lot of extra time to pamper those that we did have. Molly didn't waste any time talking to Mrs. Forsythe, who was probably glad for the company as she was dining alone. I said a quick "Hello" to her as she recognized me from previous years. Down to earth as always, she asked me how my uncle (who also worked at the club) was doing and remembered many details of our previous talks. She ended up staying in the dining room nearly until closing and had a desert and a few after dinner drinks. Molly talked with her for a long time, so long that I decided to meet her at an after work party instead of driving her there. One of the other girls, Amy, had a late table as well and offered to drop Molly off at the party after they were both done.
	The party turned out to be a dud, so I drove Molly home. We hugged and kissed and she promised to write me while she was gone and send a few postcards, but I was sure she'd be back before I ever saw the cards or letters. It would have been pretty hard to coordinate talks on the phone with the time difference and my added work schedule, so we made out in the cab of my truck for a little bit. She hadn't even finished packing yet and had a 7 AM flight out of Logan the next morning.
	"Have a safe trip, sweetie," I said on her way up the walkway to the front door.
	"Don't have *too* much fun without me," she said with a smile and a wink as she went up the walk.
	Huh? Little did I know what was in store for me in the coming week.
	The next day was the first of my triple shifts for the week and as I was driving to work I was beginning to regret picking up the lunch shift from Tony already. It was a picture-postcard day and that meant that the patio would be packed for lunch. By the time breakfast was over, the beach, pool, and parking lot were nearly full and we had one of our busiest lunches of the summer. The only bright spot was that I waited on Mrs. Forsythe for lunch and she was her usual gorgeous self, even after several hours on the beach and by the pool. She looked like she had just stepped out of a spa from a day of unneeded beauty treatments. I didn't have much time to talk to her because we were so busy, but she left a $10 bill with her lunch check and that was much appreciated. I felt guilty taking the money though, because the kitchen was overwhelmed and service was horrible. Each of us had an extra table for the day, too, because it was so busy and we were barely keeping up, never mind spending a little extra time with even our favorite guests.
	Lunch ran late, so the club fed us between shifts and let us use the locker room to clean up a bit before dinner, a welcome change from normal policy. Most of the lunch crew looked pretty be-draggled after a 3-and-a-half hour lunch shift in the sun schlepping drinks and sandwiches.
	Dinner was pretty busy, but I was disappointed not to see Mrs. Forsythe at her usual table, even if it wasn't in my station. She was always well-dressed and usually brought a smile to the faces of the staff -- at least the male staff -- when she walked into the dining room.
	Thankfully, dinner ended on time for most but I had the last table in the dining room and was glad when they finally signed the check and headed for the lounge. Relieved that my first triple shift of the week was over, I said goodbye to Louise and headed for the door.
	"Could I ask a favor," she said as I passed by.
	Exhausted, but knowing I was the only one she could ask, I weakly replied, "Sure. What's up?"
	"Would you mind bringing the tray in the kitchen up to Mrs. Forsythe? Apparently she's having a late dinner in her room."
	My tiredness disappeared momentarily at the thought of the tip I was likely to get, so I grabbed the tray and headed for the Towers building. The tray was pretty heavy, as she'd ordered champagne and what appeared to be two dinners, although I didn't open the plate covers. Whatever it was smelled great. Wonder what the celebration was, I thought.
	I reached Room 505 after a quick elevator ride and adjusted the tray while I knocked on the door. Mrs. Forsythe answered in one of the hotels famous heavy cotton logo robes and ushered me in. She looked fabulous, although a little uncomfortable for some reason. Her hair was tied back and she had on very little make-up, but she looked great, especially for a woman her age. Stephanie was about my age, so unless she had her at 16, she was definitely around 40.
	"Nice to see you not so rushed. You didn't seem to have much time to chat at lunch today," she commented.
	"Sorry 'bout that. Thank you for the tip," I said. "That was kind of you considering the less than stellar service. The kitchen was a mess today. It's always like that for the first really good beach day. The patio was fairly quiet until today."
	"I could tell things were a little crazy, but it was such a lovely day at the beach... set the tray down over there... that I couldn't resist lunch on the patio. I'm afraid I overdid the sun a bit, though," she said, slightly lowering one shoulder of her robe revealing a moderate, but surely uncomfortable burn on her shoulders.
	"Ouch," I offered trying not to notice the amount of cleavage she was revealing. "Doesn't look too bad though. You're likely to feel better tomorrow, or the next day at the latest." With that, I began to head for the door.
	"Would you like something to eat," she offered.
	"Umm... Ahh... No thank you, Mrs. Forsythe, I should get home and get cleaned up. Long day."
	"Really... my eyes were bigger than my stomach when ordering. It'll just go to waste if you don't help me with it and I'm sure it's delicious. Come on... I won't bite."
	"I could get in trouble with the club, ma'am."
	"OK," she scolded. "First of all, when we're not in the club I'd like you to call me Amanda. 'Ma'am' is definitely out." A smile. "Second, no one is going to find out or get you in trouble for a bite to eat in my private room. The only one that knows you're here is Louise and she and I go way back. Thirdly, it'll be nice to have someone to talk to. I really hate eating alone, but I was a little too crispy from the sun to get dolled up for the dining room."
	With that she tugged on my arm and moved me over to the table. She opened the plate covers keeping the meal warm and revealed shrimp scampi and a bacon-wrapped filet mignon, two of the chefs specialties and coincidentally two of my favorites.
	"Alright," I said uncomfortably. I was starving and too tired to go home and root around in my parents fridge for some leftovers and the food smelled incredible. When the club did have to feed us, we usually got pretty good food, but not shrimp and the best cut of meat in the house.
	Mrs. Forsythe... Amanda... split the meal into two plates so that we each had a taste of each. Surf-N-Turf essentially. I dove in hungrily and had most of my meal finished before she was halfway through.
	"Would you be a dear and open that champagne? Pour two glasses, too," she added. "NO arguments!"
	"I really shouldn't, Mrs...," I started.
	"Amanda. And I know you're 21, so don't worry about it," she added.
	After opening the champagne and pouring two glasses, I handed one to Amanda and tried to nurse mine as best as I could. I don't really drink a lot and after having worked all day, even a couple of glasses of champagne would probably be more than I should have... even with food... if I was going to drive home.
	We finished the meal and sipped at champagne and talked. She was an amazing woman and before I realized it I had been in her room for an hour and had had at least two glasses of expensive Perrier-Jouet champagne. I was hoping no one from the club saw me enter and not leave. My truck was at the employee lot, but lots of kids left vehicles there if we went out to a bar or party together, so that wouldn't raise any eyebrows. Before I knew it, the bottle of champagne was empty and she was pulling another from the room's bar.
	"Amanda," I started uncomfortably, "I really have to go."
	"So soon," she asked. "We were just starting to have a nice conversation. Before you go, would you do me a favor? I know it's a lot to ask."
	"Umm... sure... I guess so," I said.
	"Could I get you to rub some of this sunburn lotion on my back? I wouldn't normally ask, but Stephanie's not here and I don't want to end up peeling." She moved to the table by the bed and grabbed a bottle of some skin creme.
	"Umm... that doesn't sound like a good idea...", I started feeling the effects of the champagne a bit.
	"Please? There's no one else I can ask here and I did just buy you a $35 dinner," she pleaded playfully.
	"Alright... sure." I agreed, wondering how I was ever going to rub this woman down with lotion without ending up with a raging hard-on and getting myself fired for inappropriate behaviour. Hell... I was liable to get fired if someone didn't see me leave the room as it was. I took the lotion from her and she laid down on the bed. Throughout dinner, her robe had become more and more loose, occasionally giving me a peek at one of her full, firm breasts as she shifted during dinner. The robe practically fell off her back now as she laid face-down on the bed.
	"Would it be easier sitting up," I asked, hoping that that would be less erotic.
	"Nonsense. This is fine," she grinned, turning her head and meeting my eyes.
	I put some lotion in my hands to warm it up and then gingerly rubbed her shoulders and back, working the lotion in. The burn already looked better and was probably even on the mild side of moderate. I thought I was doing pretty well in the keeping my composure department when she suddenly started to moan a bit. The champagne was kicking in even more, and at this point my cock had a mind of it's own and quickly began to swell. Luckily Amanda was lying down and didn't seem to notice, but as I rubbed her back, the moans got a little louder. I pulled away and started to make my way to the door, erection still growing...
	...when she rolled over.
	"I really should be going Mrs. For... Amanda...," but before I could back away far enough I actually tripped over something and fell right on my ass with a *thud*, hitting my head on the edge of a dresser or wardrobe type cabinet hard enough to see 'stars'.
	"Are you alright," she said, rushing over to me and not even bothering to cover herself, her entire upper body exposed, gorgeous breasts in full view and with the robe barely clinging to her hips.
	"Yes... ma'am... just embarassed and..."
	"You look a little uncomfortable," she said, pointing to my crotch.
	"It's just... my... head...really...."
	Now... I guess I should have seen this coming from a ways away, but call me dense. I never expected a 40-year-old goddess like this to even take a second glance at me. Now... much to my belated amazement... I had one that looked like a supermodel apparently trying to seduce me in her $250 a night hotel room after plying me with filet mignon, shrimp, and expensive champagne. My mind wasn't even registering the things going on around me and my eyes drifted to her fabulous breasts again.
	She helped me up and gave my crotch a passing fondle and led me toward the bathroom. She grabbed some ice from the champagne bucket and wrapped it in a washcloth for the lump on my head.
	"You must be filthy from your day at work," she started, reaching for my belt buckle and tugging off my pants before I knew it. "Let's clean you up."
	I pulled away and pulled my pants up -- rubbing my head as I went -- and headed for the door again. My brain was starting to catch up to reality. "Please, Mrs... I mean... Amanda. What's going on? I have a girlfriend and you're married and... umm... I've got to go...."
	"Yes. I know. You're dating and fucking the hell out of Molly. She told me you were cute, but I had no idea. In case it's just registering, I'm trying to seduce you, dear. Isn't that obvious? I'm going to take you into my bathroom, strip you naked and have my way with you in my shower. After that we'll see where things go and how much staying power you have."
	My mouth just dropped and I stood there speechless, hand reaching for the door but not quite making it. She moved over to the dresser near the bed and pulled out what looked like a club meal receipt and handed it to me. I stared at it for a moment, dumbfounded and not sure of what I was seeing. It *was* a receipt. It was from dinner the previous night as I read it over for the third time, but there was also a handwritten note that said:

	Have fun with Amanda! Learn some new tricks! Love, Molly

	I don't know how long I stared at that note and those ten words, but Amanda finally woke me out of my stupor.
	"Molly is my neice. We're very close. She told me you were a great lover and thought you might be lonely while she was gone in Europe. I just so happened to be ... umm... available this week so I offered to keep an eye on you for her myself, and maybe teach you a few things. She loved the idea." As she was saying this, she walked towards me and her robe fell to the floor completely exposing her neatly trimmed bush. When she reached me, she tucked a finger under my chin, closed my gaping mouth and just asked, "OK?"
	"M-M-My M-M-Molly set this up? She wants me to do this...?" I stammered like a schoolboy.
	"Yes... during and after dinner last night she and I had a long talk. I told you. We're very close. Her mother and I are sisters. She told me how things were going with the two of you. She said you were great in bed, but since you were both a little inexperienced, she thought I might be able to teach you a thing or two to take back to her when she gets home." She closed the small, final gap between us and hugged me, rubbing my ass and crotch alternately and kissing my neck. My pants fell again. She grabbed my arms and placed them around her and kissed me deeply. My head was still spinning and I once again half expected someone to jump out from behind a curtain and reveal the joke.
	"But... Molly... and you're married...," I stammered.
	"You *are* cute. My husband is too busy fucking his secretaries to care what I do and I have an iron-clad pre-nup. You've seen Molly's note. She wants you to do this. She told me how you were so gentle and kind to Elizabeth and said she wanted to do something special for you. First, though, we have to get you cleaned up...." With that, she led me once again toward the bathroom, unbuttoning first my uniform top, then my t-shirt and finally pulling off my boxers. She leaned into the tub and turned on the water, getting it nice and hot before switching to the shower.
	My brain was on overload at this point. Molly had set this up? I had a handwritten note from her giving me what... permission? This woman was her aunt, was gorgeous, and she wanted ME to have sex with her. The champagne and the tiredness of the day was just too much and I basically just gave in, resigning myself to sort out my feelings when my brain started working again.
	Amanda led me into the shower and turned on the second shower head, revealing one of the hotel's many fine amenities for it's upper-crust guests -- a shower for two. She grabbed the soap and began to wash and explore my body. My brain was still trying to process events, but my body was responding just fine and I began to reciprocate with a second bar of soap. Amanda winced a little when I got to her back which I had forgotten was probably still a little tender from the burn, but she quickly began to match my own moans as I moved to her fabulous tits, ass, and pussy with my soapy hands. She turned around and used her soapy ass to envelop my cock and squeezed and stroked it using only her ass checks. While she was using her ass on my cock, I used both hands to squeeze and massage her glorious breasts and then alternated between one hand on a tit and one hand on her pussy, working at the labia for a while and then her clit.
	"Ooohh," Amanda offered as I slowly massaged her clit. "Molly found a good one. That's nice."
	With that last comment, she spun around slowly, knelt on the floor of the shower and began to work on my rock-hard dick with her mouth and hands. This woman obviously had some experience and was giving my dick quite the workout. My exhaustion and the champagne was probably keeping me from blowing my load right into her mouth, but she kept sensing my arousal level and would slow down just as I neared release. After several minutes of this, she stood up, bent over, and reached back to guide my cock into her waiting pussy. She was so hot and incredibly tight that I nearly burst on my first stroke. I gained a little control and started to fuck her slowly from behind, reaching around to finger her slit and clit. This woman was unreal. Forty years old and she'd probably get mistaken for her daughter's sister more than her mother. I had never met Molly's grandmother, but she must have been some woman to produce Molly's mom and this woman. Not to mention three stunning grand-daughters, one of whom I was fucking on a regular basis.
	After a few minutes of stand-up doggy-style, Amanda spun around again and practically knocked me over as she leapt into my arms, slowly lowering and impaling herself on my cock as she hung from my neck. I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this and began to give warnings while I sucked hungrily on her neck and squeezed her ass tightly. She just kept right on riding and quickened the pace, sensing my orgasm and her own were close. As I blasted a huge load of cum right into her pussy, she drove down on my shaft one final time and erupted in her own orgasm, locking her legs around my waist and using her pussy muscles to clamp down tightly on my fading crank.
	"Lesson one, complete," she moaned as my fading cock slipped from her pussy and she stood. "You passed with flying colors." She smiled, grabbed a towel and led me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom of the suite towards the king-sized four-poster bed as she dried us both off.
	"Stay a little longer," she asked, but I was too tired to respond and slumped down into the bed, nearly passing out when my head hit the luxurious pillow and my body met the 600-count cotton sheets.
	"Not so fast, we're not done with tonight's lessons," Amanda announced and rolled me onto my back. I had just cum, but she was determined to get more out of me this evening and proceeded to place my limp cock into her mouth for a second taste. Her mouth was so warm, I surprised myself by getting hard quickly and once she had me hard she spun around and stuck her pussy into my face. She smelled and tasted great and I quickly went to work on her folds, finding her still swollen clit and flicking it with my tongue between sucks and tasting my own come mingled with hers. I seemed to be having some affect as her moans grew louder, even with my cock filling her mouth. She growled a few instructions as I continued to devour her slit, alternating between my cock and balls as she greedily sucked and licked both with enthusiasm.
	After several minutes of this, Amanda rose up and mounted me, reverse cowgirl style and began to pound herself down on my shaft. I sat up slightly between thrusts, just enough to reach around and get a handful of tits and pussy as I slowly eased us back towards the headboard so I'd have some support. I piled a few pillows behind my back for more support and by this point, Amanda's clit was enormous and she was obviously approaching yet another orgasm. Given the tightness of her pussy, I wasn't too far behind and as she approached her climax, she reached up and squeezed her tits while I fondled her pussy and put some pressure on her clit again. As she screamed out in pleasure, I released, blasting my second load of the night deep into her cunt. She turned around again, and put my fading stick back into her sex as she laid on top of me and gently rocked back and forth as I deflated. Luxuriating in the smell of this woman and the feeling of her beautiful breasts pressed up against my chest, I fell sound asleep.

	I awoke the next morning with a raging erection and soon realized why. Amanda was kneeling beside me on the bed with my cock already in her mouth.
	"Mornin', sleepy-head," she smiled, realizing I was awake but going back to my dick quickly.
	I could only groan and lay back down, enjoying the unusual wake-up call and hoping it continued. I sat up on my elbows with a start, however, when I finally realized where I was and looked frantically around the room for a clock. I found it on the nightstand next to me. 7:15 AM. Shit! I'm late and in big trouble! I was just about to reluctantly pry Amanda's lips from my groin, when it suddenly occured to me that I had switched shifts with Roger the night before. He was taking my breakfast in exchange for his lunch. Phew! As calm returned to my body and my brain began to finally wake up fully, I laid back once again, relaxed and began to enjoy the sensation of my cock disappearing in and out of Amanda mouth, her hands massaging my balls and shaft. 
	Despite a little bit of "bed head", she looked fabulous, the morning light streaming into the suite and falling across the bed. We had neglected to close the drapes before falling asleep, leaving only the sheer curtains in place, and the morning sun likely woke her up. She must have waited a while for me to awaken and decided to take matters into her own hands... or mouth as the case was.
	As she continued to work on me, I shifted a bit in the bed and managed to get my hands and fingers working on her. It was a start. I massaged her thighs and ass a bit first, gently running my hands up and down her outer -- then inner -- thighs and getting teasingly close to her mound without actually touching it. When she began to moan a bit just from this, I changed tactics and moved my hands to gently stroke her womanhood. Feeling her intense wetness already, I separated her folds and gently searched out her rock hard clit. She squirmed and groaned a bit when I found it and began to work it over softly, alternating between running my fingers around and over her clit and along her slit, distributing her fluids around as I went and increasing her wetness. This woman was very responsive to my touch and was obviously ready for sex when she woke up. In no time, she was squirming about with her orgasm, as I continued to work her clit and then got my second hand involved by burying two fingers into her pussy. I was close to release myself, but Amanda sensed this and backed off, keeping me just on the edge while she completed her own climax, her muscles contracting around my fingers with each groan that escaped from her cock-filled mouth.
	"On your knees," she ordered a few minutes later, her breath somewhat ragged as she continued to recover from her climax. 
	I quickly complied and she rolled onto her stomach and raised herself up on hands and knees. She then moved back in and took my cock into her mouth, moving in and out slowly but taking more and more of my cock with each stroke. When her nose was bumping into my pubic hair she looked up and we locked eyes.
	"Fuck my mouth," she said, skipping a beat before planting her lips on my shaft again and making a perfect "O" with them.
	I responded once again and began to move my hips in unison with Amanda's motions. Slowly at first, and then with increasing pace as she deep-throated me. I had had blowjobs before, but no one had ever deep-throated me and the sensation was fantastic. Amanda's tongue felt like it was wrapped around me and her throat was warm and tight. As she took all of me, her nose kept bumping into my pubic hair and my bloated balls were bumping her chin, aching for release. It only took a couple of minutes of this and I was ready to blow. Instead of backing off as she sensed my swelling, she increased her pace even a bit faster and when I climaxed, she took my balls into her hand, squeezing them gently while I unloaded shot after shot of my semen right down her throat. When she had taken it all and I began to deflate, she released me and we collapsed together on the bed.
	"Molly done that for you," Amanda asked.
	"Blowjobs... yeah... sure," I answered still catching my breath.
	"Deep throat?"
	"Well... no... not quite like that, I guess."
	Amanda smiled and said, "I'll have to give her a few pointers and let her know how much you enjoyed it."
	I felt a twinge of panic at the thought of Molly comparing notes with her aunt about my sexual performance, but realized it was probably a bit too late for that. Amanda and I had had sex three times in the last twelve hours and I had what pretty much amounted to a "permission slip" from Molly. There was still a bit of a guilt factor, but hopefully when Molly and I had a chance to discuss it, my fears and guilt would be washed away. Even spending this time with Amanda was making me more and more sure of my feelings for Molly. The saying goes, 'absense makes the heart grow fonder', and it was certainly working for me, even with a beautiful older woman lying naked next to me and having just swallowed my cum.
	I was startled out of my reverie by a knock on the door. I sat bolt upright in the bed and began scanning the room for my clothes as I heard the call for "Room Service" outside. As I looked for clothes, I realized they were probably still on the bathroom floor from last night's encounter. My face must have been white as a ghost, but Amanda calmly got up and grabbed her robe.
	"Relax, sweetie, I ordered us some breakfast just before I woke you. Nice timing, though. Hop into the bathroom and close the door." She smiled and headed for the door.
	I barely had time to make a naked dash into the bathroom and close its door when Amanda let the waiter in.
	"Good morning, Mrs. Forsythe, where would you like your breakfast." I could hear Roger's voice through the door, and stifled a laugh thinking that it was quite the coincidence that he would be the one to bring the meal over. He must've gotten stuck on the buffet line this morning, which also entailed room service duty. I bet he would have been happy to trade places had he known. He was likely to get a decent tip, though.
	"Over there is fine. Would you mind removing the dinner tray, too, Roger?"
	"No problem, ma'am. Quite the breakfast you ordered," he offered.
	"Yes... I'm always ravenously hungry when I'm on vacation," Amanda responded without a hint of hesitation in her voice. "Something in the air, I'm told." She escorted him to the door and thanked him as she closed and locked it.
	"Come on out, chicken," she called to me in the bathroom.
	I came out and went to grab for a robe of my own.
	"Don't bother on my account," she said, removing her own robe again. She tossed it on the bed and sat down at the table, slowly opening the plate warmers and inspecting the feast she had ordered.
	I stood there debating about whether to put on the robe anyway and then thought, 'when in Rome...', and went to join her at the table.
	It was truly a feast that she had ordered... a little bit of everything from the buffet. Croissants. Waffles. French toast. Eggs Benedict. Bacon. Ham. Oven fried potatoes. They had even sent over some warm syrup in a small coffee pot and a full pot of French Roast in another. After the night and morning of activity, I was ravenous, and we managed to eat nearly everything. Whoever came to pick up the tray would be amazed that a woman could eat that much and still look the way Amanda did. We finished and sat for a few minutes looking out over the harbor and sipping the last of the coffee.
	"Go ahead and have a shower. We'll have to sneak you out of here in a little bit. Not that I care if anyone sees, but I don't want you getting into any trouble. I have a few more things to teach you this week. Can't have you getting fired."
	At that, my cock began to swell again, but Amanda was right and I needed to get out of her room unseen before too many more of the guests were milling about and heading for a day at the beach or pool. I headed for the bathroom, hiding my growing erection, and managed to shower quickly. It felt downright disgusting putting my dirty clothes from the previous day's 'triple' back on, but it was all I had and I would have time to run home and change before lunch anyway. A nap might be good, too.
	"Can I request you for room service again tonight," she smiled knowingly.
	I frowned, but responded, "My family has a holiday cookout tonight. Even though I have to work, they'll be expecting me late. I have to show up."
	A frown of her own, "Alright then... perhaps tomorrow night?"
	I nodded, still unsure how she would manage making sure it was me to deliver the meal and wondering what else was in store for my week of 'instruction'. With Amanda's help, I managed to sneak out and make it to my pickup without being spotted by anyone, still glowing from the night and morning's sexual encounters, but with nagging reservations about Molly's reaction.
	
	The next day and a half passed painfully slowly. Although I still had nagging concerns about the situation, I kept reminding myself that Molly had wanted this for me and my mind raced thinking of what possible 'plans' Amanda could have for me and my stiff cock.
	I saw Amanda the following day on the patio, but she wasn't in my station and I didn't really have time to socialize. I was also afraid I would look too obvious and give something away, so I just waved and said a polite "Hello, Mrs. Forsythe" and went about my business, trying to avoid looking in her direction, but drawn to her beauty. She had on a string bikini today and only wore a light, see-through 'wrap' around her waist when she arrived at the patio. She looked fabulous and every guy on the patio turned their head to watch her as she found her way to her table, eating alone once again. I smiled inwardly as the guys stared at her. Not too many women her age could pull off a string bikini, but she looked better than many of the teenagers and college students strutting their stuff around the pool and beach. Something about the way she carried herself made her incredibly sexy beyond just the gorgeous body.
	Lunch passed by slowly, too, especially after Amanda left. Despite other beautiful women strutting around, I didn't really seem to notice them and plodded through the rest of the day. The dinner shift was normal, but I kept wondering how Amanda was going to manage to get me assigned to bring her room service. Two nights ago just happened (or at least seemed) to work out. I was just about to leave when the call came in. Tonight, my tables were clearing out quickly and I was bound to not be the last one in the dining room. If she didn't call soon, she wouldn't make it in time for me to be there and I was getting nervous about how she was going to manage it without seeming obvious. She was the aggressor here, but I needed this job and if I was caught fucking a married hotel guest, even my stellar record the previous summers wouldn't save my job.
	As I passed by the hostess station, Louise called out to me, "Are you close to be done with your tables?"
	"Yes," I replied, "the Danforth's are finishing desert now."
	"OK... I need to put in Mrs. Forsythe's dinner order then. She insisted that you bring it to her," Louise stated with absolutely no expression on her face. "She said she forgot to tip you last night and didn't have any cash when she saw you at lunch today, either."
	"Oh... that's OK," I said, playing dumb and pretending not to care about the tip. "Someone else can bring her dinner if it's easier for you to coordinate."
	"Mrs. Forsythe has been coming to this hotel for 15 years. I don't argue with her. Go ahead and finish up with the Danforth's. I'll punch in the order for you and you can deliver it on your way out." Again... no expression from Louise at all and no hint that she thought *anything* was unusual or amiss about Amanda's request or insistence that I deliver the meal.
	I smiled inwardly thinking that she had done it and done it so casually and with such a believable excuse. My cock started to jump in my pants at the thought of what was in store for me tonight and I had to calm myself and think about something else as I cleared the Danforth's table and wished them a good evening. I had to wait for about ten minutes as the kitchen finished up the meals (two of them again), so I got the bottle of champagne that she had ordered, picked up the desserts and then went back for the hot meals.
	Roger was in line to pick up dinners for his last table and looked at the tray with a smile when I told him who it was for. "Where does that woman put all that food," he pondered, "and still look like a million bucks. I hope it's not ending up in the toilet bowl after she eats it," he said, suggesting I guess that she had some sort of eating disorder.
	I just shrugged and picked up my meals.	Over my shoulder, Roger muttered something about Amanda's ass, but I was too far away to hear it clearly in the noise of the kitchen. Roger was pretty crude sometimes, but my guess was that I shared his thoughts about her ass. Little did he -- or I for that matter -- know how right he would be.
	I made my way once again to Room 505 and before I could even knock, Amanda opened the door and ushered me in. She wore a very sexy nightgown and had anyone passed by the door to the room as I was let in, they would have gotten a great view. It was a white lace gown with a plunging neckline and ties all down both sides. Although long, the slits on the sides went up to her hips.
	"Like it," she asked, spinning around like a runway model.
	"What's not to like?"
	"Ready to eat?"
	"I need an appetizer first," I announced and for the first time with Amanda, I took the lead. I put the tray down and pushed her towards the bed, grabbing at the nightgown and roughly hiking it over her hips. Not surprisingly, she wore no panties and I pushed her back onto the bed and buried my face between her legs. She was wet already, and I wasn't terribly tender as I tongue fucked her and attacked her clit quickly. Amanda didn't seem to mind, though, and was whipping her head back and forth, blond hair flying, in no time. She had a tremendous orgasm in just minutes and I felt it through her clit as it swelled dramatically. She was lying on the bed recovering when I dropped my pants and boxers quickly and without warning plunged my aching cock into her HARD. She moaned as I pounded away at her, racing towards my own release from the pent up sexual tension that was coursing through me. I had been thinking about this evening over the last two days and was in sexual overdrive. I wasn't going to last long, but my roughness and boldness had obviously aroused Amanda. As I made my final stroke and groaned heavily pumping shot after shot of cum into her tight folds, she came again, the walls of her pussy grabbing at me with amazing force.
	As I faded and slipped from Amanda, I stood up slowly, stripped off the rest of my clothes, and headed for the table. She still lying on the bed, panting a bit, our combined juices glistening and leaking from her sex.
	"I don't think that was on the menu," she said from the bed, eyes still closed and a smile on her face.
	"It should be," I added.
	Opening the plate covers revealed a pair of baked stuffed lobsters and I sat naked in a chair and hungrily began attacking my meal. The chef did quite a job -- as usual -- and the meal was fabulous. As I was about halfway through with mine, Amanda composed herself enough, rising from the bed and straightening her gown before joining me at the table and beginning her meal. I stood and opened another bottle of Perrier-Jouet with a loud *pop* and we talked a little as we both ate, recovering some strength.
	When both lobsters were picked clean, Amanda led me to the shower and got me cleaned up. The shower felt awesome, but Amanda's hands soaping every inch of my body over and over again had me hard in no time. She cleaned my cock with special care and gentleness, not wanting to waste me, I guess. I returned the favor and she had me pay special attention to her wonderful tight ass, even her puckered rosebud. I should have seen what was coming.
	We towelled off, my cock still rock hard, and she headed toward the bed, stopping to grab a small bag from under the sink in the bathroom.
	"Lay back on the bed," Amanda said and I complied, my shaft raging and crying for some attention.
	When I saw what she was pulling out of her small bag, my heart nearly burst and so did my cock. First out was a small vibrator or dildo, I wasn't sure which. It was tapered and looked almost like a series of six balls that got progressivly smaller towards the tip. She also brought out a tube which I assumed was lubricant. She set them gently on the bed and attacked my cock with her mouth, getting me slick with copious amounts of saliva, bathing my cock with her tongue and taking me deep into her throat. When I was good and wet, she announced her intentions.
	"You're going to fuck my ass tonight... HARD!"
	With that statement my cock got even harder, and she took a position next to me on the bed on all fours. She took some of the lubricant and applied it liberally to my already slick and throbbing cock and then took the dildo and slathered that with more of the lube. She had me sit up and lubed my finger and I quickly understood her intention. I began circling her anus with the lubricant before getting more myself and squeezing a good blob onto her butt, working it around and then into her asshole. Amanda was moaning with each thrust of my finger as she handed me the dildo.
	"Gently, sweetie... a little bit at a time."
	The dildo was about 6 inches long and I verified that it was good and slick and slowly began to insert each 'ball' into her ass, swirling the dildo a little as each section disappeared. Fairly quickly, the whole of the dildo was buried in her ass and I was taking one or two 'balls' out at a time as I thrust it back and forth into her. Her moans were increasing in pitch now, but she composed herself enough to turn and give me one more command.
	"Enough of that. Get that cock in me NOW!"
	I again complied, a bit nervous at first but confident in Amanda's knowledge of what she could and could not handle in the sack. I checked my own lubricant and between the saliva, lube, and pre-cum, my cock was drenched. Amanda put her head and shoulders down on the bed, still on her knees and presenting her slightly stretched rosebud for my viewing pleasure. I played with her for a second more as I positioned myself behind her and rubbed the head of my cock around her 'bud. I could take no more, however, and began to push in, slowly at first, but more quickly as Amanda's moans began again and her ass swallowed my cock.
	When my balls slapped against her pussy and I was fully inside, I paused for just a second to enjoy the tightness and warmth. Amanda was incredibly turned on and before I could even begin my own stroking, she was back up on her elbows and taking matters into her own hands, moving away from me so that my cock was almost completely out before slamming back into me, impaling her ass on my pole. I decided to let her set the pace and grabbed her hips for support only, merely meeting each of her strokes but not really adding any of my own. As the tightness and heat seemed to increase, so did Amanda's screams and she was rapidly approaching another climax. I leaned forward a bit and reached around her, my hands finding their way down to her pussy. I had barely touched her clit when she exploded, babbling incoherantly and screaming, her face pushed into the sheets of the bed to muffle her screams. I removed my hand from her clit, but she kept cumming, her pace quickening even further, each thrust more urgent than the last.
	It was all I could take and I finally began my own stroking, meeting each of Amanda's thrusts with a hard thrust of my own, my bloated nuts slapping her pussy and seemingly driving her even further into ecstasy. After just a few hard strokes, Amanda leaned down again and reaching between her own legs, grabbed my balls gently. It was enough, and I groaned like a wild animal and emptied my load into her ass, my own screams intermingled with hers as we came together and then collapsed onto one another, totally satiated.
	After several minutes, Amanda recovered enough to walk to the bathroom and returned with a cloth to clean us both up a little. My cock was super-sensitive and I nearly winced as she washed me up with the warm cloth, returning it to the bathroom and then joining me in the bed.
	"I'm guessing you and Molly have never done THAT," she asked playfully.
	"I've never done that with anyone," I said, still basking in the pleasure of it.
	"Good?"
	"What do you think? It was wonderful."
	"I'll let Molly know," Amanda added and we cuddled together and fell blissfully asleep. As I drifted off, visions of Molly's gorgeous ass impaled on my cock came to me and I had wonderful dreams.
	
