More Than Just Lip Service,
Because No One Can Lick Theirs!
This piece was inspired by the wonderful story "The Oral Oasis" posted by RoxyReynolds
M(oral) preamble: All characters depicted here exceed the age of 18, only the facts were changed to protect the unwary.
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The Verticzal Smile came highly recommended by way of Zelda's personal assistant, Roxy, after she vacationed there this past spring. Roxy had constantly raved in the office women's room about all the lingual languishing pleasured upon her while there. Zelda became ever more intrigued the more she heard about it. She brought herself to a climax several times during the past few days from the anticipation of her own adventures at the resort the following week.
As next week arrived, so did Zelda at the resort. Approaching with mild trepidation she read the welcome sign in front of the establishment, "Welcome to the Vertical, No One Can Lick Our Service!" Cute, she thought, her nerves calming and her normal swagger returned. She then boldly walked through the doors that had already been opened for her from the inside. There, bearing barely a thong, was a bear of a strapping young man.
"Welcome, my lady, to the Vertical Smile, we're your oral oasis, and so much more" he delivered while begging her entrance with a gently sweeping hand towards the interior, "I am Jardon, your humble purveyor of pleasantries during your stay."
She asked herself "he's French! Does it get any better?" and she excitedly hoped so.
"Alsacian, actually" he said with a devious smirk.
She just nodded her head trying not to look too dumbfounded by his apparent clairvoyance, lest she reveal her weakness for Parisienne men. She thinks to herself "probably gets asked that all the time, that's how he knows my question before I even ask, or is it that he really can...?"
"I get enquiries of my lineage all the time" he explains.
She smirks with the thought "who's the mind reader now?" It was just that talent that had been her most valuable business asset, thus the two managerial promotions in as many years.
Physically, Zelda could be physically described as fun-sized with her ample soft curves and modestly tall stature. She felt proud to be labeled amongst her friends as an "Amazon". It fit in well with her professional station, forthright demeanor and Chilean heritage. Despite this she would be somewhat self-conscious of her generous yet bodacious body, especially in the presence of a practically nude handsome lad like Jardon. However, that did not get her too intimidated not admire the tantalizing view before her.
Her eyes became riveted to his quivering taut buns leading the way to the registration desk. The inviting way his blue dental floss of a rear thong strap was swallowed by his tanned toned ass cheeks the further downwards it progressed made her salivate.
He took a sideways glance at her and unsuccessfully hid his smile, now assured that she appreciated his visual offering. She let a lasciviousness hmm Hmmm inadvertently escape her full lips, then reminded herself that this was not the place to be bashful about saying such things aloud. It was more likely expected, as it confirmed the resort's stellar reputation.
Zelda approached the front desk and behind it stood a plain looking post menopausal aged woman with a welcoming smile. Smart, she thought: not gorgeous, far from a ditsy teen, yet cordial. The mostly mature all female clientele could only perceive her as neither threatening, judgemental nor flaunting good looks. Zelda too, felt she could leave her troubles at the door, but never her keen sense of marketing.
"Zelda Mercedes is it not?" the mild mannered clerk enquired.
"I'm impressed" remarked Zelda as she thought that she must look into the finances of franchising this establishment "why yes I am, thank you for asking. And what might your name be?"
"Well" the clerk hesitated before ducking the question "we make it an integral part of our business model to know our guests upon arrival. Please let your assigned humble porter, Von Jacque Jardon, or V-J-J as we like to call him, show you to your quarters and give you the nickel tour of our offerings."
Zelda caught herself about to grimace at the clerk's rather insulting acronym, but as soon as that thought came to mind her eyes drifted to Jardon's undeniably growing bulge. She smiled to herself thinking "'ass-igned to me is right!"
The clerk then added "oh, and did I mention our new policy that our male staff can now entertain certain tantalizing enhanced boutique services. All you need to do is ask and they'll be more than happy to oblige. All included of course."
Zelda's eyes, ears and nipples perked up at the possibilities. J-man, as she decided was her pet name for him, directed her up the stairs towards her room. He gladly picked up the rear while admiring hers. This was not lost on Zelda, or as her friends would call her, Zel. While on their way she passed several similarly (un)clad gentlemen staffers. The eye candy was incredible but Jardon had them all beat.
"To your left madame, through the double doors to the end of the hall at number 9" he said, almost chuckling and giving away his musing at the thought of it being #69.
Along the hallway to her own suite she picks up on the unmistakable sounds of female moans of delight drifting from behind the doors she passes. Guests roaming the hall seem to be donning vacant smiles and faces flush with content. It amused her that it was the ones that had just exited their rooms that had the brightest hue on their freshly fucked faces. She then had the thought, that look would look good on ME, as would Jardon! She couldn't disguise her smirk at the naughty implication.
At her room's entrance Jardon impishly beamed at her as he pulled a key card from the inside of the bulging pouch fronting his thong. Zel took the card making sure to graze her palm against his. His hand was so warm that between it and his lust fired steel blue eyes, she broke out in a sweat and nearly let loose in the gusset of her panties, had she actually worn any.
She held the key card to her nose "Invictus Por Homme'' she thought with raised eyebrows "how appropo" and slid the key card suggestively into the door slot as he watched with rapt attention. He swallowed nervously, betraying his otherwise façade of savoir faire. Zelda cocked one eye while he held open the door with her belongings, and they both entered the suite.
She was surprised at her own moxie "so, I think I'm now ready to take a tour of your famed service extraordinaire."
Instantly she pulled her chiffon dress up to reveal her meaty pussy topped by soft wispy raven locks. Her lower lips now exposed copious glistening dew drops, she pointed down with her eyes "do you like this as much as I like seeing your quarter rebounding derriere and HARD washboard chest?"
He gave an awestruck nod of affirmation and approached her tasty treasure on bended knees. He startled her by instead raising his mouth upwards to attack her left breast with his tongue and her right with a slow finger swirl about the aroused ridgie.
She tilted her head backwards and cooed at J's expertise, exposing her throat to his subtle teething. With the titillating effect of the dual sensations of Jardon's light nipple biting and fingertip exploration upon her quim, she was about to release wave upon crashing wave of electric bliss. Before she reached her crest Jardon adeptly plunged several upwardly curled fingers deep within her womb while subtly brushing her joy button with his thumb.
She held onto his thong draped tool in an iron grip as she came. Without warning her immense pleasure morphed into an explosion of juice, a direct hit upon J's tenting thong.
It took 5 minutes for her to recover her consciousness, but mere seconds for her knees to buckle. As she started to lose her balance, Jardon instinctively grabbed her waist to keep her from falling.
When she finally raised her eyelids she realized her tight grip upon her love for hire's fully hardened cock. She also noted that her hand was gripping wet material on the front of his now ruffled G-string, aka, "J-string". Her eyes gradually came to focus on his groin. She laughed to herself in realization that his wet spot was her doing.
