Fern’s first hotel visit.

Considering recent events in my life, here’s something that might surprise you. I’m not rich. Strange, right? Having moved to such a big house, you’d think we were all loaded, especially since I work with and for Luke Allen. But the thing is that he paid for the house as payment for the key contributions I’ve made to his pet project. He didn’t actually give me the money to pay for it. I did get paid for my work at the bar, with proper money. It’s also quite a lot considering it’s only two nights a week, but with the potion stuff and all… It’s a little muddy.

What I’m trying to say is that I’m still just a step and a half away from turning from frugal to cheapskate, but I feel more justified now considering we have to manage our own finances. We’ll have to pay our bills, buy our groceries, see what we’ll do for lunch when we’re away from the house during the week, all that stuff. Bottom line is that I needed to be careful about my spending.

…

But I really want to take Fern to the big room with the hot tub!

I want this to be fun and memorable for her, and while both of those things are mostly up to me, I think the fancy room with the hot tub, the enclosed balcony and the weird decoration might help her relax a bit more than a plain bedroom with a small bathroom.

…

Fuck it, she’ll only ever have her first time once. There are times to be frugal, Oliver, but since you can, it’s okay to spend here. Besides, Mrs. West saved us with the groceries for this month, so yeah, we have some leeway.

We walked over to the front desk and I asked if the top floor room was available. It was, so I booked it for 3 hours, not because I was being cheapskate, but because I didn’t want it to get too late for us.

We took the elevator, with Fern’s heartbeat growing faster by the second. We reached the top floor and I gave her the key to the room. She opened the door and gasped at the sight.

“Oh! Oh wow! Hahaha! This is so cool!”

She rushed in, taking in the crimson carpet floor and walls, the huge bed, the weird erotic paintings on the walls, the black loveseat. She went into the bathroom, and from it I heard her shout.

“Oh my God! The shower is huge!”

Curious and with a huge grin on her face, she continued exploring. She opened the sliding door to the balcony, enclosed with one-way glass. “Why are there two hot tubs in here!?” she asked, laughing.

“To give both types of experience, I assume,” I said, standing in the middle of the room, amused by her reactions.

“...Was this too expensive? I didn’t notice.”

“For three hours? Not really.”

Fern took a deep breath. “...”

“Don’t worry too much about it. Relax and let’s take this at your pace. It’s not like this’ll be the last time we see each other. At least, I’m hoping it won’t be.”

Fern chuckled. “Right, right. Sorry, I don’t even know why I’m so nervous. I’ve been… thinking about this for days. I want it. But…”

“Don’t worry. I get that it’s a strange line to cross. It’s easy to imagine things, but reality always feels a lot heavier.”

She nodded. “I… don’t even know how to start.”

“Why don’t we try the hot tub?”

“Um… I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” Fern said, paused for a brief moment, then slapped her forehead. “We’re… supposed to get in naked, aren’t we?”

“You can actually buy swimsuits here,” I told her, pointing to the night table next to the bed. “There’s a catalogue in that drawer and you can call the front desk. They’ll bring it here.”

Fern raised an eyebrow. “Really? Ah, but…”

I raised both my hands. “Hey, if you’re uncomfortable getting naked in front of me out of nowhere, I totally get it. In fact, if you get a swimsuit, so will I.”

She let out a mix for a sigh and a groan. “God, I’m sorry to be such a…”

“Hey.” I walked up to her, put my hands on her waist and kissed her forehead. She wasn’t THAT much taller than me, so I didn’t even have to get on my toes. “Enough apologies. I’m happy to be here and do whatever you feel comfortable with. We do this on your terms or we don’t do it at all.”

She smiled sheepishly. “I want to do it…”

“On your terms it is, then. Besides… Swimsuits are usually sexier than being naked.”

Fern chuckled. “Yeah, I think I see the appeal.”

Fern browsed the catalogue and, after only a few minutes of thinking, chose something without telling me. I picked some normal swimming trunks in black, then called to order them by code number and size. They were delivered to our door and left outside for us to privately pick up.

Fern got them. They came in transparent plastic bags. She hid hers behind her back as she handed me mine, then ran to the bathroom to get changed.

Call me crazy, but I could walk out of this hotel without having sex in the next three hours and still be plenty happy. Fern’s reactions were just that endearing. She was fun to be with. That said, Fern really did want this, so she’d be the one walking away frustrated if nothing happened. My job was to make it feel comfortable and natural for her.

I took off my clothes there in the middle of the room and put on the swimming trunks. They fit well enough, reaching just above my knee.

“Fern, which hot tub do you want to use?” I asked her through the door.

“Um… The one is the balcony! Is that okay?”

“Would’ve been my choice, too.”

I walked out onto the balcony, tested the water and went in. It was actually only lukewarm, which was perfect for this weather. There, though, alone and in the sudden silence, I became aware of my own heartbeat and my half-hard dick.

I guess I was so busy trying to make sure Fern was comfortable that I didn’t even notice my own arousal. I mean… Just wondering what kind of swimsuit Fern had picked got me all excited. And then she appeared in front of me, standing under the frame of the sliding glass door, wearing a triangle, golden bikini. The top tried to push up her huge chest and the bottoms mostly just covered the essential bits.

In less than two seconds, my half-hard dick was no longer just half-hard.

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