"But we'll miss breakfast," Christine's words protested but her actions did not. She ran her fingers through the thin grey tuffs of her husband's hair as he sucked on one exposed breasts and pinched the nipple of the other.
"We can order room service again," The Phantom sat up on his knees and removed his night shirt, revealing he wore no drawers. "This humidity is stifling."
Christine sat up and wrapped her fingers around his growing erection, "Not that stifling." She smirked before circling her tongue around the tip which the foreskin was already pulled back. She took him into her mouth, running her tongue up and down his length.
"That feels nice," Erik whispered leaning his head back.
She pulled away, "My mouth or the sudden cross breeze through the open windows?"
"Both. Now as you were," He pinched her chin between two of his long fingers and pulled her face back to his cock.
The Soprano languidly went back and forth, only speeding up as his girth ached her jaw. His breathing labored as he groaned in pleasure. The Phantom pulled away and pulled her nightgown off, her hair cascading down her shoulders and back. She too wore no drawers. "On your hands and knees, I want to see how you glisten for me."
"Erik!" She exclaimed blushing yet following his demands.
He spread her pink petals with his ring and index fingers allowing his middle to swirl her nectar onto that swollen bud. "Yes, you glisten just as your new rubies did last night at dinner."
Christine moaned as he brought her to verge of climax with his clever fingers. He guided himself in with one full push and he felt his wife quake around him.
"Oh Angel, Angel!" Her knees buckled as she pushed his manhood out. She sighed laying her head on the pillows.
"My God!" Erik exclaimed. "With one thrust?"
"I had a dream last night we were fucking in the lounge chairs on the veranda. Everyone walked by and did not care. I guess I was already excited for you. And then your caressing me…" Christine looked back at her husband through her hair smiling.
Erik laughed, "I shall say so. And to think you wanted to go to breakfast." He pulled her bum back up to be level with his groin and he pushed back into her cunt. "Climax again if you must, I need mine."
In her afternoon dress and he in a grey linen suit, Mr. and Mrs. Y strolled on the veranda of The Tampa Bay Hotel.
He loosened his ascot, "It is November and this humidity is awful. I would rather be back in Persia, exactly where they stole this architecture from."
"Erik, must you ruin this?" Christine sighed. "We are here to relax and I am enjoying an aimless walk with you for once."
"What do you mean for once?" He unlinked his arm from hers and pulled down his waistcoat. "We've strolled plenty of times on the boardwalk and beach."
"But when was the last time without the children?"
He smiled at his wife as he linked with her arm again, "When we are done walking the back veranda shall we walk the front to see the commotion?"
"Oh Christine, Erik!" a woman sitting on a chair next to her husband waved at them. "We missed you at breakfast this morning."
"We certainly did," her husband chimed in. "This may be your first time staying here, but you have already proven yourself some of the best conversation."
"We are sorry," Erik spoke. "We were still a little tired from last night."
"And then our children visited us. We had breakfast brought to us and enjoyed it with them," Christine added.
"Well, I hate to say it, but you have also proven yourself to be some of the best gossip," the woman lowered her voice. "Mrs. Jensen was out in the garden and mentioned she heard something coming from the open windows the direction of your suite. In the morning, with the windows open, a couple your age?"
"Samantha!" The woman's husband exclaimed.
"It is quite alright," Erik held his hand up. "I have been the subject of discussion my whole life. This is nothing. Besides my wife and I are on vacation, may we not enjoy ourselves?" He tipped his hat, "Good afternoon, we will see you at supper."
Notes: A reminder that the Tampa Bay Hotel was a real hotel in Tampa, Florida. It opened in 1892 and featured Moorish architecture, which is what Erik comments in his mention of Persia. Erik and Christine have one on the suite rooms which were very expensive as there weren't that many of them. Though since they were staying for several months it made sense. The Tampa Bay Hotel was one of the first places where the rich came to stay for the winter in Florida. It was only open October through March. Today the building belongs to The University of Tampa and there is a small part of it called The Henry Plant Museum. It is dedicated to showing what life was like at The Tampa Bay Hotel during it's peak. There is also information on Henry Plant, the man who had the hotel built and brought the railroad to the west coast of Florida.