There is a fantastic hotel in West Hollywood called the Petit Ermitage. The rooftop pool is "European", the American term for pools where the women are allowed to go topless. And it's 18 and older, so focused on adult relaxation! We spent a few days there, and of course I spent a lot of time at the pool!

When we arrived, a very handsome young bellman met us at the door and took the luggage from the car. He was tall, handsome, and his tight polo shirt displayed his muscles nicely. When we checked in, I grabbed the room key and told my husband I was running up there, and they could follow with the luggage. He gave me a wink, knowing what that meant. When the door opened and the bellman brought in the luggage, I walked out of the bathroom totally naked. "I can't wait to get up to the pool," I said, and asked my husband which bag had my bikinis in it. The bellman had a nice grin on his face, and asked how many bikinis I had packed. I suggested that he could help me select one. The bulge in his shorts was obvious, so I dropped to my knees, asking my husband if he had given the young man a tip yet? Our bellman peeled off his shirt and quickly dropped his shorts, displaying an impressive body with a very attractive cock that was already at half-mast. I immediately took him into my mouth and went to work. It was less than 3 minutes before he started to groan that he was about to cum, and when I felt the first spurt in my mouth I pulled his cock out and let the rest spray onto my tits. "Best tip of the morning, so far," he said as he quickly got dressed. He left of with a promise of excellent service, and said he was available for anything we needed. I promised him that we would have a lot of needs during our stay,

I cleaned up and selected a Wicked Weasel bikini from the bag. It's one of my favorites, sheer when dry and totally see-thru and clingy when wet. I threw a beach coverup over it which was also sheer, and we headed up to the rooftop. My husband had booked a cabana for us, and were shown to it by a pool attendant, another handsome young man. He was short, maybe an inch taller than me, and all muscle. He was pretty obvious about checking out my body, and watched as I removed the coverup and bikini top in the cabana. "I'll be taking care of you during your visit, so let me know what you need," he asked with a smile. My husband ordered a bottle of Prosecco, and when the attendant returned with it, he asked if we needed anything else? "My wife needs her sunscreen applied," my husband answered, inviting him to do the honors. Now, these cabanas are pretty open and exposed, but the young man managed to caress my breasts nicely as he applied the sunscreen. My husband slipped him a tip, along with his card, and told him that we'd be staying a few days. Perhaps he'd be available for some other duties? He gave us a very definite yes.

More to come...