Chapter 8: Grass Stains

Beth and Horace had gone up to their room earlier for an actual nap, not the sex romp Andrew had imagined. Beth had roused first, with a peculiar feeling. It was as if someone was calling her just beyond her hearing. She looked out the window and saw that Jonah, Ella, and Andrew were bathing in the hot spring.

Then Jonah got out. “My goodness, look at that thing!” Beth had just seen his hard-on. He strolled out of her view, followed by Ella. Andrew remained briefly in the water, then he and his erection climbed out and walked off as well.

Beth was aroused and turned to her husband. “Horace, darling? Horace, wake up, please.”

“Hrmph?”

“Horace, I think Jonah is going to sex with Ella. Come with me and see!” They left their room and moved out to the veranda, where they had a view of the grass and the horny trio from the hot spring.

Céline was in the kitchen, considering her options. She wanted to make a cake for Andrew’s first dinner with them all. Did she have all the necessary ingredients? But she was distracted; she needed to pee. Per her usual practice, she squatted over “her” bucket and let fly. Then she took the bucket, added water from the sink tap, and then tipped the diluted mixture into the vegetable garden.

This was her secret for fertilizing. Before her death, Céline had read an article about pioneers who used “night soil” from “chamber pots” in their gardens. (It was surprisingly difficult in those pre-internet days to learn what these historic terms referred to.)

An agricultural scientist wrote that human waste was full of useful nitrogen and other nutrients. Therefore, in her new post-life circumstances, Céline was making vegetables out of lemonade, so to speak.

The garden was around the corner of the hotel from the area where the frolicking trio had been bathing. Céline heard voices, and laughter. Curious, she looked around the corner towards the hot pool, just as Jonah, and his beautiful and hard cock stood up and walked away from the water.

Céline backed up and leaned against the building wall, quietly dropping the empty bucket at her feet. Jonah had been a big disappointment to her, resisting all her attempts to seduce him. He was polite but showed no interest.

She was expecting the reaction she always got before from boys. His disinterest was a big blow to her self-esteem, and she had decided then to ignore him.

But there he was, all cocky. Céline needed to find out, “What stirred him up?” She circled farther until she could see that all three of them were out in the grass.

Meanwhile, out in the woods Jean had felled one of the large pine trees, and then used his axe to trim off the branches.

Whenever Jean felled a tree, overnight the log was mysteriously brought to the hotel for him to cut, split, and stack for drying. If the hotel’s firewood supply was sufficient, Jean’s axe, saw, and tools would be missing. Then Jean would transfer dry logs from existing older stacks inside for the fireplaces.

“Strange thing about the hotel,” he thought, “the invisible elves do just what is needed for us.” This was hardly the first time he ruminated on this question.

It was just enough work to keep Jean in shape and feeling useful.

Looking around the forest, Jean decided he was done for the day. It was time for a soak in the hot spring! Walking back, he stored his tools and then marveled at the new shower building.

Inside the building, he stripped off his sweat-soaked clothing and then walked out naked to the hot pool. It was disappointingly empty; Jean enjoyed socializing with the others after a long solitary day in the woods.

Once immersed, Jean noticed Jonah, Ella, and the new guy entangled out on the grass. Ella was sucking Jonah! And Andrew’s face was up in Ella’s ass.

“New boy is going to town on Ella. And, according to his cock, he’s excited about it.

“Céline is NOT going to like this. I know she was desperate for some lovin’ but she won’t get it from Horace, Jonah, or from me. Unless, oh, that’s not good.”

Ella had finished with Jonah and he was now blowing Andrew. “Céline is going to be shit out of luck. Damn!”

“Jonah has found the man of his dreams, I guess.”

“Good for me, though, when Andrew and Jonah are screwing, Ella will come back to me.” Jean smiled and gave his cock a celebratory squeeze. Then he settled back into the hot water and closed his eyes.