Response to a Redditor [MF] [Erotic Pen Pals] [Age Gap] [Daddy]

**Date:** May 15, 2020, 11:00 PM

**Location:** Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

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***Dear*** u/cleopatrascunt,

A simple thank you seems incredibly inadequate after reading your [powerful letter](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ggo5il/erotic_letter_to_a_redditor_1_hopefully_of_many/), but I’m struggling to find a better response. I’m in Vancouver this week, attending a retreat for our senior executives. I’m chuckling right now because your letter arrived at a less than opportune moment. You couldn’t have known, and I’m to blame for not having any restraint. I should have waited until I was alone to read your latest post, rather than savoring your powerfully erotic words in a ballroom filled with 75 global colleagues. Oh well. Fortunately I’ve been able to enjoy your work in private a few times since.My life has been quite stressful of late. I’ve come to this erotic fiction forum to find an escape. I’m delightfully stunned to have found someone who wants to escape with me. I hope this world of fantasy is one we can continue to explore together.

Speaking of fantasies, I have a professional one as well. As you know, I work in the hotel industry. Our properties are traditional, but I believe we offer an exceptional experience. My dream, however, is to one day start my own hotel company — a collection of the most luxurious resorts on the planet. In my mind this company is called Prestige Suites, known the world over as hotel chain that delivers true indulgence.

A trip to a luxury hotel can open the door to romance and eroticism. As I’ve spent more time reading erotic literature over the past few weeks, my professional dreams have started to overlap with my wildest sexual fantasies. Now I’d like to share one of those fantasies with you. I hope you’ll keep reading and I look forward to your reply.

Yours,

Drew

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Six days to go. Six days until Prestige Suites welcomes the world to the Whistler Mountain Resort and Spa. Six days until I preside over the opening of my company’s fourth resort. I challenged a team of architects to blend rugged wilderness with inviting warmth. As I pace nervously through the nearly-empty hotel lobby on a Tuesday night, I admire how they delivered my vision. This classic lodge at the foot of the Canadian Rockies is an absolute gem and another symbol of my company’s rapid rise in the world of luxury hotels.   

Two nights from now the resort will host a media preview event and the top travel writers are all expected to attend. First impressions are so critical in this industry. A rave review from Travel and Leisure will ensure that the resort is booked for months. By contrast, the stain of a negative write-up would take years to overcome. Despite my confidence in what the team has built, the stress of this event and the capricious nature of travel writers weighs on my mind.

I slide my hand along the smooth mahogany wood of the guest check-in station. A night manager — his name tag says “Anthony” — walks behind the desk, getting accustomed to his new shift. Down the hallway, a member of the housekeeping staff draws precision lines with a vacuum. I know a few security guards are on patrol, but with true professionalism, they remain unseen. With the exception of these employees, the resort is empty.

I glance at my watch. 10:30 p.m. Three hours since your flight touched down at Vancouver International Airport. The limo I arranged for you should be arriving soon. Anthony smiles nervously at me. Is he intimidated by the CEO? I offer a warm smile and say, “Welcome to the team. I’m Drew.”Our brief conversation relaxes him until our attentions are drawn to the limousine pulling up to the front door. Anthony is perplexed since the property remains closed to guests. But I know exactly who has arrived.

You step out of the limo and take in the enormity of the flawless new resort. The driver retrieves your roller bag and politely gestures towards the front door. Your over-sized black Canada Goose Parka and knee-high boots were a smart choice for the location. I can see only a hint of your tight, dark blue jeans between jacket and boots, but I like how they hold firm to your body. You look wide-eyed and innocent as you gaze at the property’s massive lobby entrance. I’m reminded that at age 25, you’re still so easily awed. The glass doors side open automatically to welcome you, and our eyes make contact for the first time.

You’re ready to sprint into my arms, but as you notice the night manager, you smile broadly and slow your pace. I lean in for a polite kiss on your cheek and whisper, “It’s so good to see you, Cleo.” Even with our 15-year age difference, our brief embrace would appear professional to an outside observer. 

I turn to Anthony. “This is…umm…” I realize I’m at a loss as to how I should introduce you. “This is Ms. Patra. I was going to give her a personal tour of the spa. We’ll stay out of your way.” The night manager nods, perhaps realizing that additional details are not his concern. You withhold a chuckle, admiring the cleverness of the last name I fabricated for you.

“Shall we?” I gesture in the direction of a wide switchback staircase just off the lobby that leads to the lower level spa. I take your roller bag, which seems to hold nothing but a toothbrush.

We’re halfway down the stairs, out of view of the night manager. I push you quickly and firmly against the wood-paneled wall and our lips make immediate contact. I haven’t tasted you since London but our tongues become immediately intertwined. The smell of your body triggers immediate flashbacks. 

My hands slide across your cheek, drawing your face towards mine. If there weren’t more exciting places to explore I’d take you right here. But I let the pace of our kiss slow and I draw my lips back from yours. Delivering the understatement of the night, I say, “I think you’re going to like this place.” You blush and smile, again flashing the youthfulness that enhances your appeal.

As we reach the spa entrance, a welcome desk sits unattended. High end soaps, lotions and other sundries are in perfect supply along the shelves. His and hers locker rooms are at opposite ends of the room. While the notion of us getting prepared in separate quarters is mildly absurd, a moment apart will ratchet up the excitement. “I’ll meet you in the sauna,” I say before disappearing behind a frosted glass door.

Once inside the locker room I’m quick to remove my clothes, wrapping my well-tanned body in an over-sized plush towel. I imagine you doing the same, knowing I won’t need to imagine your naked body much longer. Naked body. My mind returns to those words. 

I recall how much you thrilled me in London with every inch of your barely 5 foot, 4 inch figure. You strike the perfect balance between maturity and youth, both in your personality and physical gifts. You remind me of the girls I loved hanging out with in grad school a decade and a half ago. With so many thoughts dancing through my head, I walk towards the rear door and the glistening new spa on the opposite side. My cock is starting to swell beneath the towel.

The spa’s signature feature is a 1,500 square foot sauna, the largest in North America. I’ve always loved the intense heat of a sauna, but their traditional design can feel claustrophobic. Here our engineers combined spaciousness with elevated temperatures. Seating is spread along four tiers of wooden benches, gradually rising like a Greek amphitheater.

I’m surprised that you’ve arrived before me. With two towels, one wrapped around your body and another serving as a cushy pad, you look incredibly comfortable seated on the third level. With your legs crossed, your feet playfully sway and your hazel eyes scan the room as you take in the full scale of the sauna. Your toes are painted flame red, the perfect contrast to your fair skin. Although the towel fully covers your breasts, I know that they’re yearning to make a full appearance.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” I ask.

You swing your eyes from the ceiling towards me and smile, your light brown hair bouncing with the turn of your head.

“Yes, I see only one problem here,” you say with a relaxed tone.

“And what is that?”

“The towels don’t stay on very well.” And with a devilish flick of your thumb, you release the towel that was around your body. White cotton tumbles to the floor, leaving your delicious skin and inviting young body completely exposed. Your flawless breasts slip free. “Damn they’re perfect,” I think to myself. 

You uncross your legs, sending an explicit message that you are ready to be taken. Your body was sensational the first time I fucked you; tonight you look even sexier. Your pussy has just a whisper of hair, and while the temperature of the sauna will drench any body in sweat, this area has a clear head start.

Dropping my towel as I approach, I join you on the elevated bench. You seem to lose your breath at the sight of my now fully-erect cock. Seated next to one another, our thighs press close as I kiss you once more. The pace of our tongues rolling around one another quickens as my hands slide across your breasts. I love how soft and smooth they feel. I love their gentle slope. I love how they fit perfectly in my hands. Your nipples instantly stiffen between my fingers. The heat of the room and the heat of our bodies rise to delightfully new heights.

You moan and whimper in my mouth, every noise filled with eagerness. You’re ready to have a man 15 years your senior slip inside you. But there’s more I want to enjoy before we get there. I break our kiss and my hands glide from your breasts to you thighs. Keeping them there, I maintain complete eye contact as I slip one level below you.

My hands move around to the back of your thighs, soft and smooth like the rest of your body. Your fair skin is now flush with excitement. I spread your legs wide open and bury my face in your pussy. You cry out with an immediate “Oh fuck!” My tongue runs circular laps around your soaked slit. You wriggle against my face, putting your hands on the board for leverage. Impulsively your body starts to bounce, but I keep a firm grip on your thighs so that my tongue can continue to lash your sticky sweet body.

I go from circles to back and forth swipes, varying my speed as I go. The growing tension in your body indicates you’re nearing the edge, and my efforts are rewarded as your arch your back and unleash a powerful first orgasm against my face. We both need a second to catch our breath. I slide up to kiss you again, the taste of your naughty juices still fresh on my face. 

The room’s intense heat can’t slow us as our kiss speeds up once again. Your hand slides across my thigh and I know exactly where you’re going. Even so, I twitch with delight when you grip my cock for the first time. Your delicate fingers are warm against the stimulated length of my stiff shaft. You slowly pull away from my face and in one sultry motion descend to the lower bench. My cock is at eye level and you’re not at all bashful about taking me between your sweet lips.

The sounds of stimulated slurps fill the room. My hands gently roam through your hair. I consider pushing your head down, but you need no encouragement. As if to prove you’re up to the challenge, you go all the way down. The tip of my head hits the back of your throat before you slowly come back up for air. You gaze up at me, looking exceedingly pleased with yourself, then repeat the delightful move once more. The look in your eyes conveys three tempting words: “Fuck me, Daddy.”

I extend a hand and you eagerly hop back up to my level. You’re quick to straddle my lap, but slow to let me all the way inside you. The enjoyment of my twitching cock entering you inch by inch produces a delighted whimper. You put your arms around my neck and slowly start to rock back and forth. Your breasts slap against my skin and you grind your hips with a variety of speeds and motions. As your pace accelerates, I feel you ready to orgasm once more. My eyes are locked on yours as moan with satisfaction. You somehow make “Daddy” a six-syllable word as you shake with delight for a second time.

I take you down to the floor as you try to anticipate my next move. I playfully spin you around, putting your hands on the bench. You look incredible from every angle. My toes playfully kick at your ankle, spreading your legs wide as I come in from behind you. My cock is right back where it belongs, plunging in and out of your willing pussy. My hands are on your hips as I rock with building momentum. I move firmly enough for you to feel me all the way inside, yet slowly enough to let you enjoy every inch of movement.

Gazing at you from behind, I realize I haven’t given your ass enough attention. My cock slips out and for a moment I press the wet tip against your tight, quivering asshole. “Ohhh, *Daddy*.” The excited curiosity in your voice indicates you’re eager to feel me back there, but this is a tempting treat I want to save for our next encounter.

Slowly I return to your dripping pussy, slipping back inside you inch by pulsating inch. With hips rocking and both our bodies dripping wet, I feel my orgasm start to build. Powerful and potent, the sensation nearly brings me to the ground. You squeal with delight as slick bursts erupt inside you. We collapse in an exhausted yet satisfied tangle of flesh.

Our bodies are drenched and our minds are still buzzing. The satisfaction of what we just did together washes over both of us. Our gasps for air are intermingled with delighted chuckles. I turn to you and smile. “Now that you’ve seen the spa, I can’t wait to show you to your room.”

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