Stowe Inn Lodge

by Victoria Penndragon

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, .

Desc: Sex Story: Victoria, having grown tired of working for/with Hugh, has accepted the full-time position of Front Desk Manager at the Inn where she had worked in a part-time capacity in Stowe, VT.


Victoria, having grown tired of working for/with Hugh - has accepted the full time position of Front Desk Manager at the Inn where she had worked in a part-time capacity in Stowe, VT.

This is her story

They had met over the internet, inasmuch as one can call that "meeting", and after exchanging emails, and numerous phone calls between them, he had asked if she would like to have a visitor. She accepted his offer, and made the room arrangements, using her position at the Front Desk to her advantage, now he was due to arrive within the hour. She was so lost in her running down the mental list of preparations, that she jumped when the phone rang.

"Stowe Inn Lodge, Victoria here. How may I be of assistance?" The words of greeting rolled off her tongue.

"You sound a bit breathless there, Sweet Lady," came the pleasant, baritone voice she immediately recognized, and a smile lit her features as he continued to speak.

"Did the phone catch you taking a kip?" He laughed.

"No, not really. More of a preoccupation mode," she laughingly replied. "Where are you at present, Sir William?"

"We've only just taxied from the runway and are headed for the gate. How are you? Are you sure I didn't catch you napping?" He liked teasing Victoria, cause sometimes she could become so flustered, that her English accent would come out of hiding and then would take its time about returning to its hiding place.

"I'm fine, thank you Sir William. You say you've only just taxied in to the gate?" While Victoria was speaking she had signalled the bellhop and he was standing before her, on the Lobby side of the Front Desk. She continued, saying, "I'll inform the courtesy driver to start out for you. Barring icy roads, we should see you in about three quarters of an hour, right?"

"Yes, Sweet Lady, you shall. I'm looking forward to this meeting. I hope you are as well. See you soon. Out."

Without waiting for her to close her side of the conversation, he quickly closed off his side as the plane drew even with the gangway. They would start disembarking in a few more minutes.

Victoria hung up the receiver, and then turned her attention to the young college student who stood before her. "Robert," she started, "That was Sir William Smythe. He's going to be staying with us while on his holiday. Will you please find James and send him on out to the airport?" She started writing furiously on a piece of paper while she was speaking.

Handing the paper to him, she continued, "Then take this key, and please make sure the room is in readiness. Make certain that the Dom is on ice, and the strawberries are in a bowl and are also on ice. Now, go! He'll be here in forty minutes."

"Yes, Miss Victoria," he replied courteously and left to find James and fulfill his duties as assigned by Victoria. After he had found James, he snagged the elevator and went up to the tenth floor, and then into Suite 1012 to make certain all was in readiness and to Miss Victoria's explicit orders. He turned on the recessed lighting and then dimmed it.

Looking to the table in front of the picture window, he saw the bucket with the bottle of Dom, but there was no ice and no towel with which to cover the bottle. Propping open the door, he ran down the hall and into the service area. Throwing open the lid of the ice machine, he grabbed two of the styrofoam buckets nearby and upon filling them, stopped to grab two White Linen towels, then sprinted back to the room, and filled the bucket and placed the Dom on top of the ice. He then placed one White Linen towel on top and slightly around the bottle as Miss Victoria had taught him to do.

Then he added fresh ice to the bowl under the berries and placed the other linen towel over them. Grabbing the doorstop and replacing it behind the door, he pulled the door closed, picked up the styrofoam buckets and then whistled his way back to the service area, and then into the elevator.

Upon reaching the lobby, he checked his watch as he headed back to the Front Desk. As he approached, Victoria looked up in his direction.

Robert held up his hand to forestall the woman in mid-sentence, and smiled, saying, "All is in readiness, per your instructions, Miss Victoria. Will there be anything else tonight?" He was the picture of politeness and respect, and Victoria couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, Robert! Thank you! I really do appreciate your going up and taking care of that for me." She glanced at her watch and saw that they had about five minutes to spare, if that, and then turned her head to look out the Lobby door as she saw the approaching headlights and knew she had NO time left.

"Robert? You're a peach and a lifesaver. Only one more thing and then you're off for the night. Would you go meet the car and bring in Sir William's bags and take them up? James is on overtime as it is right now, or I'd have him do it."

"No worries, Miss Victoria. I'll do it gladly!" Grinning at her, he gave her a mock salute and sprinted for the Lobby entrance doors. He didn't glance backward or he'd have seen a normally self-assured young woman, looking suddenly quite pale and flustered.

The time had come; and she was about to meet the man in whose company she had spent so much time, either in conversation on the computer, or on the phone. They had each made the other laugh, oft times stepping on what the other person was saying.

She looked up as the Lobby doors slid open, allowing a blast of cold, yet crisp air to sweep over and revive her. Just in time too, she thought, cause she needed to open her mouth and speak, as Sir William now stood before her.

Eyes the color of Blue Topaz slid up to meet eyes the color of a rich, warm Cognac. She took in the small mustache on his upper lip, and the glasses with their colored lenses. He was almost 6 feet in height, and his body was long and lean. She guessed his weight to be about 165lbs. He was quite pleasing to the eye; "easy on the eyes" was the expression.

"Good Evening, Sir William. Welcome to Stowe Inn Lodge," she said when she was sure her voice wouldn't squeek like a mouse. She extended her hand and continued, "I'm Victoria Phillips, the Front Desk Manager. I've readied your room and Robert here, will take your bags up; and then I'll send someone up from housekeeping to unpack for you. I do hope you'll find the accomodations to your liking and that you'll be most comfortable."

With a half turn in the bellhop's direction, she said to the young man who stood, waiting patiently, "Robert? Will you take Sir William's bags to Suite 1012?" She handed Robert back the key he'd left with her just mere minutes before when he'd come down from doing the room check.

"Yes, Miss Phillips. Sir William, if you'll follow me please? It's this way. I'll get someone from housekeeping for you, Miss Phillips."

Sir William silently assessed the young lady before him. There was a directness in her blue gaze that showed anyone looking on that she was sure of herself and could pretty much handle any situation that was tossed in her direction. Her hand was soft, and the grip gentle and yet firm. He imagined how her grip would feel whilst holding his cock, and he was finding himself becoming aroused. Getting to know her was going to be quite the adventure.

Her voice was just as pleasing in person as it was over the phone; soft, cultured tones were her strength, and yet he could imagine it with an edge if it became necessary. He made a mental note to be sure that he made every effort to have, and hear, her purr like a kitten, if she could, during his stay.

He realized that he still held her hand and the lapse of time was vastly becoming noted. He gently squeezed it and slowly let it slip from within his grasp.

"Aah, yes. Thank you very much, Miss Phillips. I hope the requests were no bother. There is a view I take it?" He raised his eyebrow ever so slightly as he asked this question, hoping that she would pick up on his lightly veiled undertone. He chuckled softly to himself as he saw the blush rise to her cheeks. She understood what he'd meant.

Unflustered on the outside, she looked him straight in the eye when she answered.

"Yes, Sir William. You have a view of the East Slope and the start of

our small valley at the foothills. I trust that will be to your liking?"

Locking gazes with her, he gave a slight imperceptible nod of his head, and said, "Yes, Sweet Lady; that will be perfect." Then turning to follow Robert, he called out, "Lead on young man. I'm right behind you." With that, the duo walked away from the desk.

Victoria leaned against the desk for support as the stiffening suddenly left her legs. He was quite possibly one of the most handsome men, in a Clark Gable sort of way, that she'd met. She suddenly felt like Scarlett O'Hara must have, in "Gone With The Wind" when she had found herself quite suddenly swept off her feet by Rhett Butler.

She was still leaning on the desk when the Front Desk side of her office door opened, behind and to the left of her, and Kris walked out holding a piece of paper.

"Victoria?" she called out, rushing over to the hunched over woman, "Victoria? Are you all right?" Kris pushed the secretary chair up to her friend and co-worker and helped her sit.

"What in the Sam hill is wrong with you? You're as pale as a ghost!"

"Oh my god, Kris! Sir William just arrived, and like Rhett did to Scarlett, he swept me off my feet. Just by a mere few words and exchanged glances. What's this," she asked as she straightened in the chair, indicating the paper Kris held.

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