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Hotel Guest, Lydia.

Lydia

Carlson was a businesswoman and operated at senior level for the travel

agency which bore the family name. The firm had been founded by her

grandfather 50 years earlier and had grown to be one of the most

prestigious in Europe.

Lydia

didn't get to her position because of her family ties, as there was a

serious work ethic in the family. If you wanted success, you had to earn

it. Lydia had studied at university and had worked in other travel

agencies to gain experience before moving back to the family nest. Now

she was head of procurement, traveling throughout Europe to contract

hotels for her company.

Lydia

was stunningly beautiful. An only child, with as her name would

suggest, a Danish background, she had grown up in England. Despite her

Scandinavian background, Lydia was not a typical tall, blond haired,

blue eyed beauty, but rather a brunette with deep brown eyes. At 36

years old, she was about 5'9" with a slim athletic figure. Her tits and

ass were in perfect proportion to her height and weight. Her skin

positively glowed and she was always impeccably dressed.

Lydia

was always guarded when she made new acquaintances, preferring to

listen, and assess who it was exactly she was talking to. To some, that

came across as aloof.

Knowing this, Peter wondered why she had chosen to reserve in his hotel for a midweek stay.

Peter's

Hotel was a comfortable family run place with good rooms, and a good

restaurant. A quiet place to relax and enjoy the garden and the local

countryside, and of course the local delicacies. It was certainly not

the high-end luxury resorts that Peter assumed Lydia would be used to.

To

that end Peter was curious. He had googled Lydia and read extensively

about her career. There was very little to glean about her private life

as Lydia didn't "do" social media.

On

the evening of her arrival at the hotel, Lydia decided to dine in their

restaurant. Peter was delighted to be able to introduce himself to her.

At 6'1" and very athletic, Peter cut an impressive figure. He was a

presence wherever he went.

Lydia

was seated in the restaurant. She was as usual impeccably dressed in a

bias cut skirt, which reached to just below her knees, showing off her

shapely calves. She wore medium heeled sandals which displayed her

perfectly manicured toes. Her blouse was a silk round neck with short

sleeves. Her wavy hair tumbled down to just below her shoulder. Around

her neck she wore a colorful silk scarf.

Lydia smiled at Peter as he approached. Her smile lit up the room.

"Good evening, Mrs. Carlson." He said.

"It's Miss Carlson." She replied, "And please, call me Lydia."

Peter

blushed a little. "My apologies, Lydia." He said awkwardly. "My name is

Peter Talbot. I am the owner of the hotel, and I am delighted you have

chosen to stay with us. If we can do anything to make your stay more

comfortable, please let me know."

Lydia raised an eyebrow and laughed gently. "Hmm, anything?" she asked with a grin.

"Of course." Peter said. "We're at your service. It's lovely to meet you. I'm sure we will see each other during your stay."

"Well, I certainly hope so." Replied Lydia, smiling.

"Great." Said Peter. "Enjoy your meal, I will see you at breakfast tomorrow."

"Thank you so much Peter." Lydia replied. "May I call you Peter."

"Of

course, Lydia," Peter replied. He was a little flustered. Was she

flirting or was she just simply an incredibly charming woman.

The next day.

Peter

was, as always, up at dawn to prepare breakfast for the hotel guests.

This was his favorite part of the working day. An hour and a half

undisturbed work, preparing an extensive breakfast buffet for his guests

enjoyment.

Breakfast

started at 7.30am, but at 7.15 Peter heard someone enter the

restaurant. Luckily everything was ready, so he just switched on the

lights and the background music.

As

usual he entered the restaurant, to greet his guests. To his surprise,

it was Lydia. Dressed in a simple sweatshirt and shorts, she was as

beautiful as the evening before. Her hair was wrestled into a ponytail,

which accentuated her pretty face. Her high cheekbones and dimpled

cheeks made her even more beautiful than Peter had observed.

"So, the early bird." Peter joked.

"Gets the first worm." Lydia replied.