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 A Country Inn venture brings Joe some special opportunities. By jonnicat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Joe Leman could not prevent his dirty mind getting carried away as he fantasized about the next guest at his Little Country Inn. Lea looked stunning in her profile photo on the booking app: erotic platinum blonde hair, alluring facial features, wicked smile and a look of naughtiness in her eyes. He could be wrong and she might well have zero interest in him, but he had a hunch that she was going to be as wild as she looked. He felt that familiar stirring of his libido as he anticipated her visit.The cottage was the perfect discreet ‘Bed & Breakfast', hidden in the trees, invisible from the lane that led from the distant main road. This was one of the reasons people like Lea booked it for a weekend break. In fact the cottage inn was a former gatehouse at the entrance to an estate. The owner, Joe, had inherited it and decided to turn the small place into a holiday let to help pay for the upkeep of his larger manor, nearby. Joe manages an investment fund and brought in a partner to operate the orchard, on a common sharecropper arrangement. The cottage has been renovated to include the most updated kitchen & bath furnishings, as well as central air. But the structure retains all the eighteen sixty character and charm. It has a master suite and two upstairs smaller bedrooms. The back patio has a hot tub and fire pit. So this hottie, Lea of London, reminded him of a woman he had met and had wine-fuelled sex with, at a travel industry networking event the year before, which took place at a remote old country house that had been adapted as a conference center, an hour north of London. Her name was Gabriella. She was a rep from a tour operator who had been seated next to Joe at the welcome lunch. They had chatted and flirted increasingly shamelessly over endless champagne. She was in her late forties, at least, he guessed. Slim, long straight natural blonde hair, pert boobs, seductive smile and the most luscious pink lips (which she was expert at licking in the most erotic manner). By the mid-afternoon they were tipsy and horny as hell. She had made the first move while they were still at the table. Sliding her arm under the linen tablecloth so that no one else would notice, she had run her fingers up his leg, caressing his inner thighs through the tight trousers of his bespoke suit. As usual he wasn't wearing underwear, so when her fingertips reached his crotch she could easily feel his cock, swollen and pulsing against the tight fabric as she stroked him. She leaned towards him to whisper, 'You're a big boy, aren't you?' To this he had gasped and replied, 'That's the effect you have on me!' She rubbed harder. He tried not to moan out loud. She whispered again, 'Let's take this to the cocktail bar.' He grinned at the way she stressed the syllable "Cock". Joe followed Gabriella out of the dining room to the lounge bar, trying to be discreet by following a few steps behind her, not that he really cared whether anyone else noticed them slipping off to have a drink together. Truth was he wanted to check her out from behind. She wore elegant black heels, a short black skirt (legs bare) and a cobalt blue silk blouse, which during the lunch had been unbuttoned enough to show her generous cleavage, she had seen him ogling and grinned at him. From behind she looked stunning, striding like a catwalk model, flicking her long hair, swishing her waist and showing off her tight buttocks as they strained against the tight material of the obscenely short skirt (no visible panty line, he was pleased to see). Was he mistaken or could he smell her too? Was she wearing knickers? He determined to find out. They sat at high stools in the far corner of the candlelit bar. As she wiggled her way up onto the stool, turning it to face his, her legs parted and he could almost see up her skirt. He could definitely smell her cunt now: a rich aroma of pure sexuality wafting his way. She ordered a gin martini; he had a negroni, served by a discreet barman who knew Joe from a previous visit when Joe had been hosting an event there. At that moment he had an unbidden moment of fantasy, imagining inviting the guy to join him and Gabriella in his room, suspecting (correctly, as he would discover later) that she loved threesomes. Meanwhile, he raised his glass to her and they toasted: 'To pleasure!' As she knocked back her drink he saw her legs part again, revealing a brief glimpse of a tiny white triangle of material, So she was wearing panties! They were as close as they could be, sitting on separate stools. He considered suggesting they move to one of the sofas, but for now they were content to be facing each other, legs touching, eyes locked, smiles hinting the kisses they both yearned to give and receive. How to get her up to his room, or hers? She took the next step again. She looked him right in the eye and said, 'Here's a game. We each guess whether the other is wearing underwear. You go first.' He didn't let on that he had already glimpsed hers. He replied, 'What do I get if I guess correctly?' She gave him her wicked grin, 'If I'm not, I'll lift my skirt and prove it. If I am, I'll take them off and give them to you.' He smiled. 'And what do you get if you guess correctly?' She licked her lips. 'If you're wearing any, go to the gents, take them off and throw them in the bin. If you're not wearing any, unzip your fly and show me here!' He nodded. 'Go on then, you first,' she said. He pretended to try to see up her skirt so she edged her legs together, giggling. He smiled, made a gesture of pondering his guess, then whispered, 'I know by now you're a very naughty girl. I don't think you're knickerless but I bet you're only wearing a tiny thong?' She grinned. 'Good guess. Now I suppose I'll have to take it off and give you a souvenir. But first it's my turn. Are you going commando, I wonder? Hmm, Yes, I bet you are, you wicked man!' He nodded, 'Correct.' She looked at his crotch, 'Go on then, show me!' Joe glanced around the bar. There was nobody watching. Maintaining eye contact with Gabriella, he unzipped his fly, reached one hand in and pulled out his cock, enough for her to see the bare tip and top of the shaft. He was sure she would smell him now, knowing he gave off a strong natural sexual aroma. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. She felt her wetness increase, thinking, My knickers must be soaked! He squeezed his cock back into his pants. 'Your turn.' She nodded. 'Sure, I'll just go to the ladies'. He watched her ass again as she slid from the high stool and sidled off across the room. While she was gone he ordered a bottle of champagne and said to his barman friend to hold it on ice for a few minutes because they might need it sent to his room, or hers. He slipped his friend a generous cash tip as he signed for the order. Moments later Gabriella returned to his side. Before going to her stool she put her hand in his, transferring the tiny sliver of sodden silk to his grip. He felt the wet thong in his palm, glanced down at it and put it in his trouser pocket, then sniffed his fingers approvingly as she watched and giggled. Before she could sit down again he asked, 'Shall we go somewhere more private? I've ordered us some more bubbly, if that's ok?' She grinned and kissed him on the cheek. 'Great idea. Have it sent to my room.' And so, after a mostly liquid lunch and their stimulating fun and games in the public bar, they found themselves in her suite. She immediately pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately on the mouth. He pulled her close, reaching down to grasp her athletic buttocks which were straining against the tight skirt. Her hands went to his waist, unbuckled his belt. His hands slid up her thighs to clasp her bare cheeks. He felt her hard nipples as her body pressed against his chest. She felt his cock pressed against her lower tummy. His hands squeezed her buttocks and his fingertips slid between them, feeling the wetness oozing from her. Her fingers deftly undid his fly and pulled out his cock as his trousers fell to the floor. He slid a finger inside her lips, into the pink wetness. Moments later, clothing scattered across the lush carpet, they were on the bed, nude. He lay on top of her, pinning her down with his muscular body. His cock was pressed against her stomach. He felt so turned on he could imagine rubbing it against her and quickly coming all over her stomach and breasts, but he knew she would expect more than that and anyway he wanted to fuck her properly. She parted her legs and wrapped them up round his waist. This of course spread her cunt wide open. He looked down, across her flat tummy and smooth mound with its downy triangle above bare lips, split by her wet slit. It was time! He edged his cock down between her thighs and pressed the tip against her lips and up across her clit, which was swollen and ready. She gasped, 'Fuck me!' And then he was in, plunging deep into her slender body, the full length of his shaft easily sliding into her. He moved his head down to kiss her breasts, licking and gently biting her nipples as she moaned and pulled him further into her, grabbing his waist as he plunged deeper. 'Come in me!' she ordered. He felt her body bucking, arching up against him as she gripped his throbbing cock with her powerful cunt muscles, as if she was desperate to cause him to climax. He obeyed, thrusting, hard, soft, in and almost out, then deep again, until he felt that familiar wave of lust, riding through his body and let himself go. With a groan of delight he came deep inside her, spurting powerfully into her willing cunt until he was done, then collapsing onto her, still kissing her breasts, neck, mouth. 'Now lie on your back,' she told him. As he did so, she moved around into the 69 position, kneeling over him, lowering her rear end down over his face and taking his cock between her lips. She licked his cum and her juices from his shaft and lowered herself further. His tongue flicked out to lick her soaking wet slit, tasting her sweet juices and his own cum as it seeped from her. He ran his tongue all along her slit and rimmed her rear hole, causing her to wiggle and push herself further onto his face. Meanwhile she continued sucking his cock dry and playing with his balls, so that before long he was getting hard again. He continued kissing her cunt, sliding his tongue in a figure of eight across her cunt lips, before flicking the tip against her swollen clit, varying the pace and direction. She gasped and shuddered as he continued to stimulate her, sensing the first wave through her body. And then, with a final few licks, he brought her to orgasm. She moaned as she came, juices pouring out of her, into his eager mouth. He lapped greedily. At the same moment she had his cock down her throat, taking the entire stiff shaft and sucking, feeling it swell and throb. Inevitably he came too, shooting into her eager mouth as she swallowed greedily. They didn't leave the room until the next morning, spending the night exploring each other's bodies and trying all manner of positions and techniques. They even fucked in the shower. And when he was spent, they invited the barman to join in, when he delivered another bottle, to feed her appetite for cock and being fucked. She didn't rest until both men had fucked her and left her a trembling wreck on the messy sheets. And that was only the first night. That, Joe had thought, is what I call hospitality networking! Joe's smartphone dinged, waking him from the daydream. The text is from Lea, affirming her arrival in 10 minutes, or so. And now, as he prepared Orchard Cottage, he wondered how this 'Lea' would behave and whether she would be so willing and hungry for sex. He would soon find out, Lea had booked it for a long weekend. As far as he knew she was coming alone, which was unusual but not rare. A single woman down from London, wanting to 'get away from it all', he suspected. From her profile on the booking app he had seen she was an attractive mature woman with long fair hair and a seductive smile. He wondered what she imagined a weekend here would be like. Typically he left his guests alone during their visit, meeting them only once, on their arrival, to show them round and give them the key. But he lived close by in case they needed anything. He could not help wondering whether this solitary woman would want anything he could provide. The cottage was cozy, quiet, isolated. So if a woman wanted to be alone it was the perfect refuge. But if she wanted any company, well, he would be happy to provide any personal service she desired. It wouldn't be the first time he had been invited in to the cottage by guests who found themselves craving some company in this most isolated spot. He still had the pair of knickers the last single woman had left! She was due to arrive any moment. It was late evening on a warm Friday in early summer. Dusk had not yet fallen. The trees cast warm shadows around the cottage. The last rays of sun lit up the small windows. Joe had prepared the fireplace. Guests always wanted a 'real fire' with logs. He had left a complimentary bottle of red wine too. Would she want to drink that on her own? Anyway, he thought, let's see how things go. I'll show her round, let her settle in, make sure she has my number. If she wants to be left alone, fine. Otherwise, anything is possible. It gets chilly at night out here, she might want someone to stoke the fire for her, keep her warm. He felt a thrill of lust as his imagination roved. Having finished preparing the cottage, he was now just outside the door when he heard a car slowing down, turning in from the quiet lane. He stood waiting, dressed in black jeans and a blue denim shirt, untucked. He ran his hand through his hair, smoothed down his shirt and faced towards the lane. An Audi appeared, approached, stopped in front of him. He smiled as he saw the woman through the windscreen. He was pleased to see she was alone. She turned off the engine and stepped out. He took a step towards the car, trying to imagine how he would appear to her. 'Hi, you must be Lea. I'm Joe. Welcome!' He smiled again as she looked him up and down. What was she thinking, feeling? What would she desire? It wouldn't be the first time Joe Leman (his professional persona, though not his real name) had fucked one of his guests. Far from it. In fact he had lost count of how many women he had seduced, or been seduced by, during all his years in the hospitality industry: at business conferences he had hosted, in those identikit hotels where clients relished being away from their partners for a night, invariably drank too much, and ended up fucking each other all night; at Mediterranean holiday resorts, where sex-starved bored wives would take him to their rooms while their husbands were out playing golf; or at the small country house hotel in the New Forest that he had run until recently (in which he still owned a controlling shareholding), where women came for a girls weekend or hiking or riding, all of which made them uncontrollably horny and easy prey for their handsome host. One of his most treasured memories of these numerous encounters was a night spent with Connie; a stunning and filthy executive from some marketing firm that had its annual retreat at a remote country hotel in Hampshire. He had been asked at the last minute to fill in as the hotel's lead facilitator, to make sure the client firm got what they were paying for, in terms of facilities, refreshments, evening entertainment. Connie, a slim fit blonde in her forties, had chatted to Joe in the hotel bar on the first night, having slipped away from her increasingly drunken and boorish colleagues. After draining another cocktail she had fabricated some excuse to get him up to her room, claiming something or other wasn't working and asking him to help her with it. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them she had snogged him up against the wall, sliding her hand into his trousers, rubbing his bare cock, then stripped him and led him to the king size bed. There she undressed, lay on the bed and insisted that he tie her to the bedframe with his tie, then fuck her while she pretended to resist (not the first woman he had known to want a forced sex fantasy). After he had emptied himself into her she demanded that he turn her over and whip her bottom with his belt. She had squealed with delight, feigned terror at this 'punishment', then insisted on taking his cock into her mouth, expertly licking and sucking him hard until he came again. She had swallowed every drop of his cum, had him untie her, left him her knickers as a souvenir, then rejoined her party at the bar. And now he had inherited the secluded house and its quaint Orchard Cottage which got regular Air b & b bookings. It was usually couples having a dirty weekend, sometimes dirty enough to invite him to join in. Occasionally women craving a romantic escape or meeting their secret lovers; they too would sometimes let themselves be seduced while he helped them settle in or got the fire going. Ah yes, the old fireplace, guaranteed to conjure up the desire to be naked in front of the flames, drinking and fucking through the night. What action that fireside had seen! Joe found that his  6 foot height, dark eyes, chiseled looks, fit body and smart clothes always gave women a good first impression. But he knew his most powerful secret weapon was his sexual aroma. He had learnt early on that he gave off a rather powerful manly scent, strong pheromones and sweat that had a peculiar effect on women. For this reason he never wore aftershave. He showered daily, but never used deodorant, and rarely wore underwear. He kept himself clean and well groomed, sure, but he allowed his body to give off its natural sexual aroma. He trimmed but didn't shave his pubic hair, aware that this too accentuated the sexual attraction by holding the scent around his loins. Sometimes he would even run his hands inside his trousers, up and down the shaft of his cock, between his arse cheeks and around his balls, just to get his musky scent onto his fingers, meaning it would waft around him and make it even more likely that any women he met would unknowingly detect it and find herself sexually stimulated. It usually worked a treat. And now here he was perhaps about to fuck this stunningly attractive guest, Lea (or whatever her name really was? Guests often used an alias. Several female solo guests had either been turned on by his sexual presence, betrayed surely by the bulge in his Levi's, or who was just extremely horny. Perhaps one of those women with an insatiable appetite, a primal lust to fuck and accustomed to getting what she wanted. He had made every effort to stay cool when he first saw her arrive, not to let his eyes pop out like a cartoon fox, or his tongue drool like a lusty hound. Instinctively he must have looked her up and down (he wasn't always subtle) as she stepped from her sleek Audi, taking in her surprisingly high heels, slim legs, a glimpse of stocking top, shockingly short skirt, blatantly transparent blouse, her striking platinum blonde hair and pretty face. She had a look in her eyes too, like a woman with great hunger, used to feeding her wild appetite at will. Joe wondered whether she was really staying alone. Often the person who booked didn't tell him who else was going to accompany them. Lea seemed like she wasn't going to spend the weekend alone: he imagined that she was well capable of giving herself a lot of solitary pleasure (no doubt she enjoyed a wank at least daily, as he did), but equally took the opportunity to use a man whenever she felt like it. Was her lover going to arrive later? Or lovers, plural! But for now it was just the two of them in his cottage. He made the usual fuss of showing her where things were, leading her round the place. A couple of times he caught her checking out his backside or crotch. He kept in shape and had been told he had good legs and a firm well-shaped arse, so he wore jeans that fit him well, accentuating his physique and showing the bulge of his cock. As he gave the tour he admired her too, noticing with delight the erect red nipples straining against her silk shirt, and her shapely legs, leading up under the tiny skirt. The best view was of course when he followed her up the stairs, a few steps behind, just the right distance to see up her skirt (surely she was aware of that!). The curve of her inner thighs led to a shapely double crescent of lower buttocks, unencumbered by panties, as she wiggled her way up the narrow staircase. In fact, was that a glimpse of bush he saw? That was when he was sure he could smell her too: an unmistakable scent of cunt, causing an involuntary licking of his lips and a strong twitching of his cock, now straining against his jeans. He also admired her petite figure and generous boobs as, when she reached the top of the stairs and turned to wait for him to resume the tour. As he opened the first room and gestured her in, she seemed to show off her cleavage to his wide eyes. The top few buttons of her shirt were undone so he saw the upper slopes of her smooth globes and again the outline of pert nipples against the flimsy material. That was when she stumbled, catching her sexy heels on the loose rug then slipping forward across the bare floorboards and into his embrace, as he thrust his body forward to catch her from falling to the floor. And that was when he pounced, fairly sure that her flirting and blatant showing off of her body indicated her desire to have him there and then. He lifted her up and virtually threw her onto the bed, on her back, her legs parting as she lay there. She made a gesture of protest, but it was obvious she wanted fucking, despite their brief exchange of words. And he wasn't going to refuse. Customer service was his forte! He could definitely smell her now. He imagined her bare cunt under that skirt, already oozing juices. He parted her legs, exposing her cunt, naked as anticipated. He was pleased to see she did indeed have a fine bush, the hairs already wet along the vertical slit between her lips. He just had to taste it! 'You smell gorgeous. Bet you taste good too!' He plunged his tongue between her thighs, forcing her legs apart so he could lick right up under her crotch, briefly rimming her asshole then sliding his tongue back under her cunt, across the sopping wet slit, and up to her swelling clit, which he then flicked with the tip of his tongue, side to side, harder, softer, faster, slower, before tracing a figure of eight across her smooth lips and pushing his tongue inside her cunt. She tasted gorgeous. He lapped eagerly. He heard her moan and utter "mmm" and "yes!" He had always loved the taste of a woman, loved to tease and stimulate, feeling her cunt becoming wetter, hearing her moans. He could bring a woman to orgasm with his fingers and tongue. But he knew Lea wanted cock now. He played with her a little more, with his fingers, until they were sticky with her juices. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked them keenly. He saw from her eyes that she wanted it, but asked her to be sure. Her response left him in no doubt. So he clambered up onto the bed, onto her body, moving up over her, briefly kissing her smooth tummy, exposed as her shirt had ridden up, then biting her nipples through the translucent material. That did the trick. He heard her gasp, felt her arching her body up against his. 'You like that, do you?' She pulled him closer: 'Shut up and keep going!' She quickly undid her top, revealing her bare breasts, magnificent firm orbs peaked by stiff red nipples. She slid the shirt off then reached down to his crotch, urgently unbuttoning the metal fasteners of his jeans. He licked and kissed her tits, causing more moaning and writhing. He felt her hands pulling down his jeans by the waist. Felt his cock springing out, flopping onto her thigh. She must have felt the trace of precum it immediately left on her soft skin and the firmness of the smooth head and long shaft. He slid his shirt over his head and had kicked off his shoes, so he was now naked. She wore only her skirt, pulled up around her waist. He saw her look down at his cock. He was circumcised, so the head was fully exposed, prominently rearing up like some obscene mushroom, the hole in the center of the tip glistening. He saw her lick her lips. His shaft was thick and solid, his balls swollen around the base, framed by his patch of body hair. She smelt him for sure now: not just his sexual aroma but a scent of spunk as he oozed and throbbed above her opening. No question of a condom! She was aching to be fucked and to feel his cum inside her. She had somehow unhooked her skirt and it fell to one side, leaving her nude under him. He continued licking and biting her nipples, occasionally kissing her neck. She was writhing with lust, legs parted ready, arms reaching round his body to pull him into her, clasping her hands on his buttocks to pull him down. His cock was poised over her wet slit now, the head rubbing against her wet lips and swollen clit. Would this stimulation, together with the biting of her nipples, bring her to orgasm before he even entered her? He was aching to thrust into her, to feel his firm cock pushing its way into her wet slit and up inside her. All she had to do was pull him in and let him fuck her. 'Now?' he asked. By jonnicat. For Literotica.

 A Country Inn venture brings Joe some special opportunities. By jonnicat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Joe Leman could not prevent his dirty mind getting carried away as he fantasized about the next guest at his Little Country Inn. Lea looked stunning in her profile photo on the booking app: erotic platinum blonde hair, alluring facial features, wicked smile and a look of naughtiness in her eyes. He could be wrong and she might well have zero interest in him, but he had a hunch that she was going to be as wild as she looked. He felt that familiar stirring of his libido as he anticipated her visit.The cottage was the perfect discreet ‘Bed & Breakfast', hidden in the trees, invisible from the lane that led from the distant main road. This was one of the reasons people like Lea booked it for a weekend break. In fact the cottage inn was a former gatehouse at the entrance to an estate. The owner, Joe, had inherited it and decided to turn the small place into a holiday let to help pay for the upkeep of his larger manor, nearby. Joe manages an investment fund and brought in a partner to operate the orchard, on a common sharecropper arrangement. The cottage has been renovated to include the most updated kitchen & bath furnishings, as well as central air. But the structure retains all the eighteen sixty character and charm. It has a master suite and two upstairs smaller bedrooms. The back patio has a hot tub and fire pit. So this hottie, Lea of London, reminded him of a woman he had met and had wine-fuelled sex with, at a travel industry networking event the year before, which took place at a remote old country house that had been adapted as a conference center, an hour north of London. Her name was Gabriella. She was a rep from a tour operator who had been seated next to Joe at the welcome lunch. They had chatted and flirted increasingly shamelessly over endless champagne. She was in her late forties, at least, he guessed. Slim, long straight natural blonde hair, pert boobs, seductive smile and the most luscious pink lips (which she was expert at licking in the most erotic manner). By the mid-afternoon they were tipsy and horny as hell. She had made the first move while they were still at the table. Sliding her arm under the linen tablecloth so that no one else would notice, she had run her fingers up his leg, caressing his inner thighs through the tight trousers of his bespoke suit. As usual he wasn't wearing underwear, so when her fingertips reached his crotch she could easily feel his cock, swollen and pulsing against the tight fabric as she stroked him. She leaned towards him to whisper, 'You're a big boy, aren't you?' To this he had gasped and replied, 'That's the effect you have on me!' She rubbed harder. He tried not to moan out loud. She whispered again, 'Let's take this to the cocktail bar.' He grinned at the way she stressed the syllable "Cock". Joe followed Gabriella out of the dining room to the lounge bar, trying to be discreet by following a few steps behind her, not that he really cared whether anyone else noticed them slipping off to have a drink together. Truth was he wanted to check her out from behind. She wore elegant black heels, a short black skirt (legs bare) and a cobalt blue silk blouse, which during the lunch had been unbuttoned enough to show her generous cleavage, she had seen him ogling and grinned at him. From behind she looked stunning, striding like a catwalk model, flicking her long hair, swishing her waist and showing off her tight buttocks as they strained against the tight material of the obscenely short skirt (no visible panty line, he was pleased to see). Was he mistaken or could he smell her too? Was she wearing knickers? He determined to find out. They sat at high stools in the far corner of the candlelit bar. As she wiggled her way up onto the stool, turning it to face his, her legs parted and he could almost see up her skirt. He could definitely smell her cunt now: a rich aroma of pure sexuality wafting his way. She ordered a gin martini; he had a negroni, served by a discreet barman who knew Joe from a previous visit when Joe had been hosting an event there. At that moment he had an unbidden moment of fantasy, imagining inviting the guy to join him and Gabriella in his room, suspecting (correctly, as he would discover later) that she loved threesomes. Meanwhile, he raised his glass to her and they toasted: 'To pleasure!' As she knocked back her drink he saw her legs part again, revealing a brief glimpse of a tiny white triangle of material, So she was wearing panties! They were as close as they could be, sitting on separate stools. He considered suggesting they move to one of the sofas, but for now they were content to be facing each other, legs touching, eyes locked, smiles hinting the kisses they both yearned to give and receive. How to get her up to his room, or hers? She took the next step again. She looked him right in the eye and said, 'Here's a game. We each guess whether the other is wearing underwear. You go first.' He didn't let on that he had already glimpsed hers. He replied, 'What do I get if I guess correctly?' She gave him her wicked grin, 'If I'm not, I'll lift my skirt and prove it. If I am, I'll take them off and give them to you.' He smiled. 'And what do you get if you guess correctly?' She licked her lips. 'If you're wearing any, go to the gents, take them off and throw them in the bin. If you're not wearing any, unzip your fly and show me here!' He nodded. 'Go on then, you first,' she said. He pretended to try to see up her skirt so she edged her legs together, giggling. He smiled, made a gesture of pondering his guess, then whispered, 'I know by now you're a very naughty girl. I don't think you're knickerless but I bet you're only wearing a tiny thong?' She grinned. 'Good guess. Now I suppose I'll have to take it off and give you a souvenir. But first it's my turn. Are you going commando, I wonder? Hmm, Yes, I bet you are, you wicked man!' He nodded, 'Correct.' She looked at his crotch, 'Go on then, show me!' Joe glanced around the bar. There was nobody watching. Maintaining eye contact with Gabriella, he unzipped his fly, reached one hand in and pulled out his cock, enough for her to see the bare tip and top of the shaft. He was sure she would smell him now, knowing he gave off a strong natural sexual aroma. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. She felt her wetness increase, thinking, My knickers must be soaked! He squeezed his cock back into his pants. 'Your turn.' She nodded. 'Sure, I'll just go to the ladies'. He watched her ass again as she slid from the high stool and sidled off across the room. While she was gone he ordered a bottle of champagne and said to his barman friend to hold it on ice for a few minutes because they might need it sent to his room, or hers. He slipped his friend a generous cash tip as he signed for the order. Moments later Gabriella returned to his side. Before going to her stool she put her hand in his, transferring the tiny sliver of sodden silk to his grip. He felt the wet thong in his palm, glanced down at it and put it in his trouser pocket, then sniffed his fingers approvingly as she watched and giggled. Before she could sit down again he asked, 'Shall we go somewhere more private? I've ordered us some more bubbly, if that's ok?' She grinned and kissed him on the cheek. 'Great idea. Have it sent to my room.' And so, after a mostly liquid lunch and their stimulating fun and games in the public bar, they found themselves in her suite. She immediately pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately on the mouth. He pulled her close, reaching down to grasp her athletic buttocks which were straining against the tight skirt. Her hands went to his waist, unbuckled his belt. His hands slid up her thighs to clasp her bare cheeks. He felt her hard nipples as her body pressed against his chest. She felt his cock pressed against her lower tummy. His hands squeezed her buttocks and his fingertips slid between them, feeling the wetness oozing from her. Her fingers deftly undid his fly and pulled out his cock as his trousers fell to the floor. He slid a finger inside her lips, into the pink wetness. Moments later, clothing scattered across the lush carpet, they were on the bed, nude. He lay on top of her, pinning her down with his muscular body. His cock was pressed against her stomach. He felt so turned on he could imagine rubbing it against her and quickly coming all over her stomach and breasts, but he knew she would expect more than that and anyway he wanted to fuck her properly. She parted her legs and wrapped them up round his waist. This of course spread her cunt wide open. He looked down, across her flat tummy and smooth mound with its downy triangle above bare lips, split by her wet slit. It was time! He edged his cock down between her thighs and pressed the tip against her lips and up across her clit, which was swollen and ready. She gasped, 'Fuck me!' And then he was in, plunging deep into her slender body, the full length of his shaft easily sliding into her. He moved his head down to kiss her breasts, licking and gently biting her nipples as she moaned and pulled him further into her, grabbing his waist as he plunged deeper. 'Come in me!' she ordered. He felt her body bucking, arching up against him as she gripped his throbbing cock with her powerful cunt muscles, as if she was desperate to cause him to climax. He obeyed, thrusting, hard, soft, in and almost out, then deep again, until he felt that familiar wave of lust, riding through his body and let himself go. With a groan of delight he came deep inside her, spurting powerfully into her willing cunt until he was done, then collapsing onto her, still kissing her breasts, neck, mouth. 'Now lie on your back,' she told him. As he did so, she moved around into the 69 position, kneeling over him, lowering her rear end down over his face and taking his cock between her lips. She licked his cum and her juices from his shaft and lowered herself further. His tongue flicked out to lick her soaking wet slit, tasting her sweet juices and his own cum as it seeped from her. He ran his tongue all along her slit and rimmed her rear hole, causing her to wiggle and push herself further onto his face. Meanwhile she continued sucking his cock dry and playing with his balls, so that before long he was getting hard again. He continued kissing her cunt, sliding his tongue in a figure of eight across her cunt lips, before flicking the tip against her swollen clit, varying the pace and direction. She gasped and shuddered as he continued to stimulate her, sensing the first wave through her body. And then, with a final few licks, he brought her to orgasm. She moaned as she came, juices pouring out of her, into his eager mouth. He lapped greedily. At the same moment she had his cock down her throat, taking the entire stiff shaft and sucking, feeling it swell and throb. Inevitably he came too, shooting into her eager mouth as she swallowed greedily. They didn't leave the room until the next morning, spending the night exploring each other's bodies and trying all manner of positions and techniques. They even fucked in the shower. And when he was spent, they invited the barman to join in, when he delivered another bottle, to feed her appetite for cock and being fucked. She didn't rest until both men had fucked her and left her a trembling wreck on the messy sheets. And that was only the first night. That, Joe had thought, is what I call hospitality networking! Joe's smartphone dinged, waking him from the daydream. The text is from Lea, affirming her arrival in 10 minutes, or so. And now, as he prepared Orchard Cottage, he wondered how this 'Lea' would behave and whether she would be so willing and hungry for sex. He would soon find out, Lea had booked it for a long weekend. As far as he knew she was coming alone, which was unusual but not rare. A single woman down from London, wanting to 'get away from it all', he suspected. From her profile on the booking app he had seen she was an attractive mature woman with long fair hair and a seductive smile. He wondered what she imagined a weekend here would be like. Typically he left his guests alone during their visit, meeting them only once, on their arrival, to show them round and give them the key. But he lived close by in case they needed anything. He could not help wondering whether this solitary woman would want anything he could provide. The cottage was cozy, quiet, isolated. So if a woman wanted to be alone it was the perfect refuge. But if she wanted any company, well, he would be happy to provide any personal service she desired. It wouldn't be the first time he had been invited in to the cottage by guests who found themselves craving some company in this most isolated spot. He still had the pair of knickers the last single woman had left! She was due to arrive any moment. It was late evening on a warm Friday in early summer. Dusk had not yet fallen. The trees cast warm shadows around the cottage. The last rays of sun lit up the small windows. Joe had prepared the fireplace. Guests always wanted a 'real fire' with logs. He had left a complimentary bottle of red wine too. Would she want to drink that on her own? Anyway, he thought, let's see how things go. I'll show her round, let her settle in, make sure she has my number. If she wants to be left alone, fine. Otherwise, anything is possible. It gets chilly at night out here, she might want someone to stoke the fire for her, keep her warm. He felt a thrill of lust as his imagination roved. Having finished preparing the cottage, he was now just outside the door when he heard a car slowing down, turning in from the quiet lane. He stood waiting, dressed in black jeans and a blue denim shirt, untucked. He ran his hand through his hair, smoothed down his shirt and faced towards the lane. An Audi appeared, approached, stopped in front of him. He smiled as he saw the woman through the windscreen. He was pleased to see she was alone. She turned off the engine and stepped out. He took a step towards the car, trying to imagine how he would appear to her. 'Hi, you must be Lea. I'm Joe. Welcome!' He smiled again as she looked him up and down. What was she thinking, feeling? What would she desire? It wouldn't be the first time Joe Leman (his professional persona, though not his real name) had fucked one of his guests. Far from it. In fact he had lost count of how many women he had seduced, or been seduced by, during all his years in the hospitality industry: at business conferences he had hosted, in those identikit hotels where clients relished being away from their partners for a night, invariably drank too much, and ended up fucking each other all night; at Mediterranean holiday resorts, where sex-starved bored wives would take him to their rooms while their husbands were out playing golf; or at the small country house hotel in the New Forest that he had run until recently (in which he still owned a controlling shareholding), where women came for a girls weekend or hiking or riding, all of which made them uncontrollably horny and easy prey for their handsome host. One of his most treasured memories of these numerous encounters was a night spent with Connie; a stunning and filthy executive from some marketing firm that had its annual retreat at a remote country hotel in Hampshire. He had been asked at the last minute to fill in as the hotel's lead facilitator, to make sure the client firm got what they were paying for, in terms of facilities, refreshments, evening entertainment. Connie, a slim fit blonde in her forties, had chatted to Joe in the hotel bar on the first night, having slipped away from her increasingly drunken and boorish colleagues. After draining another cocktail she had fabricated some excuse to get him up to her room, claiming something or other wasn't working and asking him to help her with it. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them she had snogged him up against the wall, sliding her hand into his trousers, rubbing his bare cock, then stripped him and led him to the king size bed. There she undressed, lay on the bed and insisted that he tie her to the bedframe with his tie, then fuck her while she pretended to resist (not the first woman he had known to want a forced sex fantasy). After he had emptied himself into her she demanded that he turn her over and whip her bottom with his belt. She had squealed with delight, feigned terror at this 'punishment', then insisted on taking his cock into her mouth, expertly licking and sucking him hard until he came again. She had swallowed every drop of his cum, had him untie her, left him her knickers as a souvenir, then rejoined her party at the bar. And now he had inherited the secluded house and its quaint Orchard Cottage which got regular Air b & b bookings. It was usually couples having a dirty weekend, sometimes dirty enough to invite him to join in. Occasionally women craving a romantic escape or meeting their secret lovers; they too would sometimes let themselves be seduced while he helped them settle in or got the fire going. Ah yes, the old fireplace, guaranteed to conjure up the desire to be naked in front of the flames, drinking and fucking through the night. What action that fireside had seen! Joe found that his  6 foot height, dark eyes, chiseled looks, fit body and smart clothes always gave women a good first impression. But he knew his most powerful secret weapon was his sexual aroma. He had learnt early on that he gave off a rather powerful manly scent, strong pheromones and sweat that had a peculiar effect on women. For this reason he never wore aftershave. He showered daily, but never used deodorant, and rarely wore underwear. He kept himself clean and well groomed, sure, but he allowed his body to give off its natural sexual aroma. He trimmed but didn't shave his pubic hair, aware that this too accentuated the sexual attraction by holding the scent around his loins. Sometimes he would even run his hands inside his trousers, up and down the shaft of his cock, between his arse cheeks and around his balls, just to get his musky scent onto his fingers, meaning it would waft around him and make it even more likely that any women he met would unknowingly detect it and find herself sexually stimulated. It usually worked a treat. And now here he was perhaps about to fuck this stunningly attractive guest, Lea (or whatever her name really was? Guests often used an alias. Several female solo guests had either been turned on by his sexual presence, betrayed surely by the bulge in his Levi's, or who was just extremely horny. Perhaps one of those women with an insatiable appetite, a primal lust to fuck and accustomed to getting what she wanted. He had made every effort to stay cool when he first saw her arrive, not to let his eyes pop out like a cartoon fox, or his tongue drool like a lusty hound. Instinctively he must have looked her up and down (he wasn't always subtle) as she stepped from her sleek Audi, taking in her surprisingly high heels, slim legs, a glimpse of stocking top, shockingly short skirt, blatantly transparent blouse, her striking platinum blonde hair and pretty face. She had a look in her eyes too, like a woman with great hunger, used to feeding her wild appetite at will. Joe wondered whether she was really staying alone. Often the person who booked didn't tell him who else was going to accompany them. Lea seemed like she wasn't going to spend the weekend alone: he imagined that she was well capable of giving herself a lot of solitary pleasure (no doubt she enjoyed a wank at least daily, as he did), but equally took the opportunity to use a man whenever she felt like it. Was her lover going to arrive later? Or lovers, plural! But for now it was just the two of them in his cottage. He made the usual fuss of showing her where things were, leading her round the place. A couple of times he caught her checking out his backside or crotch. He kept in shape and had been told he had good legs and a firm well-shaped arse, so he wore jeans that fit him well, accentuating his physique and showing the bulge of his cock. As he gave the tour he admired her too, noticing with delight the erect red nipples straining against her silk shirt, and her shapely legs, leading up under the tiny skirt. The best view was of course when he followed her up the stairs, a few steps behind, just the right distance to see up her skirt (surely she was aware of that!). The curve of her inner thighs led to a shapely double crescent of lower buttocks, unencumbered by panties, as she wiggled her way up the narrow staircase. In fact, was that a glimpse of bush he saw? That was when he was sure he could smell her too: an unmistakable scent of cunt, causing an involuntary licking of his lips and a strong twitching of his cock, now straining against his jeans. He also admired her petite figure and generous boobs as, when she reached the top of the stairs and turned to wait for him to resume the tour. As he opened the first room and gestured her in, she seemed to show off her cleavage to his wide eyes. The top few buttons of her shirt were undone so he saw the upper slopes of her smooth globes and again the outline of pert nipples against the flimsy material. That was when she stumbled, catching her sexy heels on the loose rug then slipping forward across the bare floorboards and into his embrace, as he thrust his body forward to catch her from falling to the floor. And that was when he pounced, fairly sure that her flirting and blatant showing off of her body indicated her desire to have him there and then. He lifted her up and virtually threw her onto the bed, on her back, her legs parting as she lay there. She made a gesture of protest, but it was obvious she wanted fucking, despite their brief exchange of words. And he wasn't going to refuse. Customer service was his forte! He could definitely smell her now. He imagined her bare cunt under that skirt, already oozing juices. He parted her legs, exposing her cunt, naked as anticipated. He was pleased to see she did indeed have a fine bush, the hairs already wet along the vertical slit between her lips. He just had to taste it! 'You smell gorgeous. Bet you taste good too!' He plunged his tongue between her thighs, forcing her legs apart so he could lick right up under her crotch, briefly rimming her asshole then sliding his tongue back under her cunt, across the sopping wet slit, and up to her swelling clit, which he then flicked with the tip of his tongue, side to side, harder, softer, faster, slower, before tracing a figure of eight across her smooth lips and pushing his tongue inside her cunt. She tasted gorgeous. He lapped eagerly. He heard her moan and utter "mmm" and "yes!" He had always loved the taste of a woman, loved to tease and stimulate, feeling her cunt becoming wetter, hearing her moans. He could bring a woman to orgasm with his fingers and tongue. But he knew Lea wanted cock now. He played with her a little more, with his fingers, until they were sticky with her juices. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked them keenly. He saw from her eyes that she wanted it, but asked her to be sure. Her response left him in no doubt. So he clambered up onto the bed, onto her body, moving up over her, briefly kissing her smooth tummy, exposed as her shirt had ridden up, then biting her nipples through the translucent material. That did the trick. He heard her gasp, felt her arching her body up against his. 'You like that, do you?' She pulled him closer: 'Shut up and keep going!' She quickly undid her top, revealing her bare breasts, magnificent firm orbs peaked by stiff red nipples. She slid the shirt off then reached down to his crotch, urgently unbuttoning the metal fasteners of his jeans. He licked and kissed her tits, causing more moaning and writhing. He felt her hands pulling down his jeans by the waist. Felt his cock springing out, flopping onto her thigh. She must have felt the trace of precum it immediately left on her soft skin and the firmness of the smooth head and long shaft. He slid his shirt over his head and had kicked off his shoes, so he was now naked. She wore only her skirt, pulled up around her waist. He saw her look down at his cock. He was circumcised, so the head was fully exposed, prominently rearing up like some obscene mushroom, the hole in the center of the tip glistening. He saw her lick her lips. His shaft was thick and solid, his balls swollen around the base, framed by his patch of body hair. She smelt him for sure now: not just his sexual aroma but a scent of spunk as he oozed and throbbed above her opening. No question of a condom! She was aching to be fucked and to feel his cum inside her. She had somehow unhooked her skirt and it fell to one side, leaving her nude under him. He continued licking and biting her nipples, occasionally kissing her neck. She was writhing with lust, legs parted ready, arms reaching round his body to pull him into her, clasping her hands on his buttocks to pull him down. His cock was poised over her wet slit now, the head rubbing against her wet lips and swollen clit. Would this stimulation, together with the biting of her nipples, bring her to orgasm before he even entered her? He was aching to thrust into her, to feel his firm cock pushing its way into her wet slit and up inside her. All she had to do was pull him in and let him fuck her. 'Now?' he asked. By jonnicat. For Literotica.

In this episode, TTG is joined by Hospitality Entrepreneur & Real Estate Developer Michelle Boss. She owns the new Livermore Valley Wine Country Inn and is hoping to break ground soon. This 30-room boutique is a much-needed wine country acquisition that can help drive some amazing new tourism here in the region. Michelle takes us through her professional journey and shares what it has taken to get her to this point. Michelle also joined us for our first Masterminds sessions at Good Morning Maxwell and shared her takeaways. Join us for another great conversation with Team TTG.

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In today's podcast I talk about: New year celebration with Seema at Country Inn. Started my year in a mild note. Reviews and connects. Working on energy levels of my trainees. Analyzing a health report. Feeling superhuman.

Located in Mentone, The Hatter Café and Country Inn is an Alice in Wonderland-themed business with eclectic decor and a diverse menu. Roger and Pamela Wald, the owners of The Hatter Café and Country Inn, join Melea on today's episode to tell the story of how they fell in love with Mentone, and why they decided to move there and open their establishment. Roger and Pamela then detail the café's delicious menu and what to expect when staying at the Country Inn. The Hatter Café and Country Inn Follow North Alabama on Social Media! Website Instagram TikTok LinkedIn YouTube Twitter Facebook The Unexpected Adventures in North Alabama Podcast is a part of the Destination Marketing Podcast Network. It is hosted by Melea Hames and produced by Relic. To learn more about the Destination Marketing Podcast Network and to listen to our other shows, please visit https://thedmpn.com/. If you are interested in becoming a part of the network, please email adam@relicagency.com.

In dieser Ausgabe dreht sich alles um spezielle Übernachtungsorte. Von authentischen Ranches und Lodges über High-End Resorts und familiengeführte Country Inn's bis hin zu Leuchttürmen, in welchen man übernachten kann. Die beiden Nordamerika-Profis Robin und Michael nehmen euch mit auf eine Reise quer durch Kanada und verraten euch ihre Lieblingsplätze. Vom östlichsten Zipfel auf Neufundland bis in den hohen Norden des Yukons ist alles mit dabei. Wo aber muss das Bier und der Wein fürs Abendessen selbst mitgebracht werden? Und weshalb ist Michael zur Aufnahme dieser Podcast Episode mit einem Anhänger angereist? All das und noch viel mehr gibt's in der neusten Ausgabe des go2travel Podcasts. Moderation: Manuel Wälti

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Host: Jason Van Houten & Sarah McCall Guest: Anne Tally

A Country Inn venture brings Joe some special opportunities.By jonnicat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Joe Leman could not prevent his dirty mind getting carried away as he fantasized about the next guest at his Little Country Inn. Lea looked stunning in her profile photo on the booking app: erotic platinum blonde hair, alluring facial features, wicked smile and a look of naughtiness in her eyes. He could be wrong and she might well have zero interest in him, but he had a hunch that she was going to be as wild as she looked. He felt that familiar stirring of his libido as he anticipated her visit.The cottage was the perfect discreet ‘Bed & Breakfast', hidden in the trees, invisible from the lane that led from the distant main road. This was one of the reasons people like Lea booked it for a weekend break. In fact the cottage inn was a former gatehouse at the entrance to an estate. The owner, Joe, had inherited it and decided to turn the small place into a holiday let to help pay for the upkeep of his larger manor, nearby. Joe manages an investment fund and brought in a partner to operate the orchard, on a common sharecropper arrangement.The cottage has been renovated to include the most updated kitchen & bath furnishings, as well as central air. But the structure retains all the eighteen sixty character and charm. It has a master suite and two upstairs smaller bedrooms. The back patio has a hot tub and fire pit.So this hottie, Lea of London, reminded him of a woman he had met and had wine-fuelled sex with, at a travel industry networking event the year before, which took place at a remote old country house that had been adapted as a conference center, an hour north of London.Her name was Gabriella. She was a rep from a tour operator who had been seated next to Joe at the welcome lunch. They had chatted and flirted increasingly shamelessly over endless champagne. She was in her late forties, at least, he guessed. Slim, long straight natural blonde hair, pert boobs, seductive smile and the most luscious pink lips (which she was expert at licking in the most erotic manner). By the mid-afternoon they were tipsy and horny as hell.She had made the first move while they were still at the table. Sliding her arm under the linen tablecloth so that no one else would notice, she had run her fingers up his leg, caressing his inner thighs through the tight trousers of his bespoke suit. As usual he wasn’t wearing underwear, so when her fingertips reached his crotch she could easily feel his cock, swollen and pulsing against the tight fabric as she stroked him.She leaned towards him to whisper, ‘You’re a big boy, aren’t you?’To this he had gasped and replied, 'That’s the effect you have on me!’She rubbed harder. He tried not to moan out loud.She whispered again, 'Let’s take this to the cocktail bar.’ He grinned at the way she stressed the syllable “COCK”.Joe followed Gabriella out of the dining room to the lounge bar, trying to be discreet by following a few steps behind her, not that he really cared whether anyone else noticed them slipping off to have a drink together. Truth was he wanted to check her out from behind. She wore elegant black heels, a short black skirt (legs bare) and a cobalt blue silk blouse, which during the lunch had been unbuttoned enough to show her generous cleavage, she had seen him ogling and grinned at him. From behind she looked stunning, striding like a catwalk model, flicking her long hair, swishing her waist and showing off her tight buttocks as they strained against the tight material of the obscenely short skirt (no visible panty line, he was pleased to see). Was he mistaken or could he smell her too? Was she wearing knickers? He determined to find out.They sat at high stools in the far corner of the candlelit bar. As she wiggled her way up onto the stool, turning it to face his, her legs parted and he could almost see up her skirt. He could definitely smell her cunt now: a rich aroma of pure sexuality wafting his way. She ordered a gin martini; he had a negroni, served by a discreet barman who knew Joe from a previous visit when Joe had been hosting an event there. At that moment he had an unbidden moment of fantasy, imagining inviting the guy to join him and Gabriella in his room, suspecting (correctly, as he would discover later) that she loved threesomes.Meanwhile, he raised his glass to her and they toasted: 'To pleasure!’ As she knocked back her drink he saw her legs part again, revealing a brief glimpse of a tiny white triangle of material, So she was wearing panties!They were as close as they could be, sitting on separate stools. He considered suggesting they move to one of the sofas, but for now they were content to be facing each other, legs touching, eyes locked, smiles hinting the kisses they both yearned to give and receive. How to get her up to his room, or hers? She took the next step again.She looked him right in the eye and said, 'Here’s a game. We each guess whether the other is wearing underwear. You go first.’He didn’t let on that he had already glimpsed hers. He replied, 'What do I get if I guess correctly?’She gave him her wicked grin, 'If I’m not, I’ll lift my skirt and prove it. If I am, I’ll take them off and give them to you.’He smiled. 'And what do you get if you guess correctly?’She licked her lips. 'If you’re wearing any, go to the gents, take them off and throw them in the bin. If you’re not wearing any, unzip your fly and show me here!’He nodded.'Go on then, you first,’ she said.He pretended to try to see up her skirt so she edged her legs together, giggling. He smiled, made a gesture of pondering his guess, then whispered, 'I know by now you’re a very naughty girl. I don’t think you’re knickerless but I bet you’re only wearing a tiny thong?’She grinned. 'Good guess. Now I suppose I’ll have to take it off and give you a souvenir. But first it’s my turn. Are you going commando, I wonder? Hmmm, Yes, I bet you are, you wicked man!’He nodded, 'Correct.’She looked at his crotch, 'Go on then, show me!’Joe glanced around the bar. There was nobody watching. Maintaining eye contact with Gabriella, he unzipped his fly, reached one hand in and pulled out his cock, enough for her to see the bare tip and top of the shaft. He was sure she would smell him now, knowing he gave off a strong natural sexual aroma. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. She felt her wetness increase, thinking, My knickers must be soaked!He squeezed his cock back into his pants. 'Your turn.’She nodded. 'Sure, I’ll just go to the ladies’.He watched her ass again as she slid from the high stool and sidled off across the room. While she was gone he ordered a bottle of champagne and said to his barman friend to hold it on ice for a few minutes because they might need it sent to his room, or hers. He slipped his friend a generous cash tip as he signed for the order.Moments later Gabriella returned to his side. Before going to her stool she put her hand in his, transferring the tiny sliver of sodden silk to his grip. He felt the wet thong in his palm, glanced down at it and put it in his trouser pocket, then sniffed his fingers approvingly as she watched and giggled.Before she could sit down again he asked, 'Shall we go somewhere more private? I’ve ordered us some more bubbly, if that’s ok?’She grinned and kissed him on the cheek. 'Great idea. Have it sent to my room.’And so, after a mostly liquid lunch and their stimulating fun and games in the public bar, they found themselves in her suite. She immediately pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately on the mouth. He pulled her close, reaching down to grasp her athletic buttocks which were straining against the tight skirt. Her hands went to his waist, unbuckled his belt. His hands slid up her thighs to clasp her bare cheeks. He felt her hard nipples as her body pressed against his chest. She felt his cock pressed against her lower tummy. His hands squeezed her buttocks and his fingertips slid between them, feeling the wetness oozing from her. Her fingers deftly undid his fly and pulled out his cock as his trousers fell to the floor. He slid a finger inside her lips, into the pink wetness.Moments later, clothing scattered across the lush carpet, they were on the bed, nude. He lay on top of her, pinning her down with his muscular body. His cock was pressed against her stomach. He felt so turned on he could imagine rubbing it against her and quickly coming all over her stomach and breasts, but he knew she would expect more than that and anyway he wanted to fuck her properly. She parted her legs and wrapped them up round his waist. This of course spread her cunt wide open. He looked down, across her flat tummy and smooth mound with its downy triangle above bare lips, split by her wet slit. It was time! He edged his cock down between her thighs and pressed the tip against her lips and up across her clit, which was swollen and ready.She gasped, 'Fuck me!’And then he was in, plunging deep into her slender body, the full length of his shaft easily sliding into her. He moved his head down to kiss her breasts, licking and gently biting her nipples as she moaned and pulled him further into her, grabbing his waist as he plunged deeper.'Come in me!’ she ordered.He felt her body bucking, arching up against him as she gripped his throbbing cock with her powerful cunt muscles, as if she was desperate to cause him to climax. He obeyed, thrusting, hard, soft, in and almost out, then deep again, until he felt that familiar wave of lust, riding through his body and let himself go. With a groan of delight he came deep inside her, spurting powerfully into her willing cunt until he was done, then collapsing onto her, still kissing her breasts, neck, mouth.'Now lie on your back,’ she told him.As he did so, she moved around into the 69 position, kneeling over him, lowering her rear end down over his face and taking his cock between her lips. She licked his cum and her juices from his shaft and lowered herself further. His tongue flicked out to lick her soaking wet slit, tasting her sweet juices and his own cum as it seeped from her. He ran his tongue all along her slit and rimmed her rear hole, causing her to wiggle and push herself further onto his face.Meanwhile she continued sucking his cock dry and playing with his balls, so that before long he was getting hard again. He continued kissing her cunt, sliding his tongue in a figure of eight across her cunt lips, before flicking the tip against her swollen clit, varying the pace and direction. She gasped and shuddered as he continued to stimulate her, sensing the first wave through her body. And then, with a final few licks, he brought her to orgasm. She moaned as she came, juices pouring out of her, into his eager mouth. He lapped greedily. At the same moment she had his cock down her throat, taking the entire stiff shaft and sucking, feeling it swell and throb. Inevitably he came too, shooting into her eager mouth as she swallowed greedily.They didn’t leave the room until the next morning, spending the night exploring each other’s bodies and trying all manner of positions and techniques. They even fucked in the shower. And when he was spent, they invited the barman to join in, when he delivered another bottle, to feed her appetite for cock and being fucked. She didn’t rest until both men had fucked her and left her a trembling wreck on the messy sheets. And that was only the first night.That, Joe had thought, is what I call hospitality networking!Joe's smartphone dinged, waking him from the daydream. The text is from Lea, affirming her arrival in 10 minutes, or so.And now, as he prepared Orchard Cottage, he wondered how this 'Lea’ would behave and whether she would be so willing and hungry for sex. He would soon find out,Lea had booked it for a long weekend. As far as he knew she was coming alone, which was unusual but not rare. A single woman down from London, wanting to 'get away from it all’, he suspected. From her profile on the booking app he had seen she was an attractive mature woman with long fair hair and a seductive smile. He wondered what she imagined a weekend here would be like.Typically he left his guests alone during their visit, meeting them only once, on their arrival, to show them round and give them the key. But he lived close by in case they needed anything. He could not help wondering whether this solitary woman would want anything he could provide. The cottage was cozy, quiet, isolated. So if a woman wanted to be alone it was the perfect refuge. But if she wanted any company, well, he would be happy to provide any personal service she desired. It wouldn’t be the first time he had been invited in to the cottage by guests who found themselves craving some company in this most isolated spot. He still had the pair of knickers the last single woman had left!She was due to arrive any moment. It was late evening on a warm Friday in early summer. Dusk had not yet fallen. The trees cast warm shadows around the cottage. The last rays of sun lit up the small windows. Joe had prepared the fireplace. Guests always wanted a 'real fire’ with logs. He had left a complimentary bottle of red wine too. Would she want to drink that on her own?Anyway, he thought, let’s see how things go. I’ll show her round, let her settle in, make sure she has my number. If she wants to be left alone, fine. Otherwise, anything is possible. It gets chilly at night out here, she might want someone to stoke the fire for her, keep her warm. He felt a thrill of lust as his imagination roved.Having finished preparing the cottage, he was now just outside the door when he heard a car slowing down, turning in from the quiet lane. He stood waiting, dressed in black jeans and a blue denim shirt, untucked. He ran his hand through his hair, smoothed down his shirt and faced towards the lane. An Audi appeared, approached, stopped in front of him. He smiled as he saw the woman through the windscreen. He was pleased to see she was alone. She turned off the engine and stepped out. He took a step towards the car, trying to imagine how he would appear to her.'Hi, you must be Lea. I’m Joe. Welcome!’ He smiled again as she looked him up and down.What was she thinking, feeling? What would she desire?It wouldn’t be the first time Joe Leman (his professional persona, though not his real name) had fucked one of his guests. Far from it. In fact he had lost count of how many women he had seduced, or been seduced by, during all his years in the hospitality industry: at business conferences he had hosted, in those identikit hotels where clients relished being away from their partners for a night, invariably drank too much, and ended up fucking each other all night; at Mediterranean holiday resorts, where sex-starved bored wives would take him to their rooms while their husbands were out playing golf; or at the small country house hotel in the New Forest that he had run until recently (in which he still owned a controlling shareholding), where women came for a girls weekend or hiking or riding, all of which made them uncontrollably horny and easy prey for their handsome host.One of his most treasured memories of these numerous encounters was a night spent with Connie; a stunning and filthy executive from some marketing firm that had its annual retreat at a remote country hotel in Hampshire. He had been asked at the last minute to fill in as the hotel’s lead facilitator, to make sure the client firm got what they were paying for, in terms of facilities, refreshments, evening entertainment. Connie, a slim fit blonde in her forties, had chatted to Joe in the hotel bar on the first night, having slipped away from her increasingly drunken and boorish colleagues.After draining another cocktail she had fabricated some excuse to get him up to her room, claiming something or other wasn’t working and asking him to help her with it. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them she had snogged him up against the wall, sliding her hand into his trousers, rubbing his bare cock, then stripped him and led him to the king size bed. There she undressed, lay on the bed and insisted that he tie her to the bedframe with his tie, then fuck her while she pretended to resist (not the first woman he had known to want a forced sex fantasy).After he had emptied himself into her she demanded that he turn her over and whip her bottom with his belt. She had squealed with delight, feigned terror at this 'punishment’, then insisted on taking his cock into her mouth, expertly licking and sucking him hard until he came again. She had swallowed every drop of his cum, had him untie her, left him her knickers as a souvenir, then rejoined her party at the bar.And now he had inherited the secluded house and its quaint Orchard Cottage which got regular Air b & b bookings. It was usually couples having a dirty weekend, sometimes dirty enough to invite him to join in. Occasionally women craving a romantic escape or meeting their secret lovers; they too would sometimes let themselves be seduced while he helped them settle in or got the fire going. Ah yes, the old fireplace, guaranteed to conjure up the desire to be naked in front of the flames, drinking and fucking through the night. What action that fireside had seen!Joe found that his  6 foot height, dark eyes, chiseled looks, fit body and smart clothes always gave women a good first impression. But he knew his most powerful secret weapon was his sexual aroma. He had learnt early on that he gave off a rather powerful manly scent, strong pheromones and sweat that had a peculiar effect on women. For this reason he never wore aftershave. He showered daily, but never used deodorant, and rarely wore underwear. He kept himself clean and well groomed, sure, but he allowed his body to give off its natural sexual aroma. He trimmed but didn’t shave his pubic hair, aware that this too accentuated the sexual attraction by holding the scent around his loins. Sometimes he would even run his hands inside his trousers, up and down the shaft of his cock, between his arse cheeks and around his balls, just to get his musky scent onto his fingers, meaning it would waft around him and make it even more likely that any women he met would unknowingly detect it and find herself sexually stimulated. It usually worked a treat.And now here he was perhaps about to fuck this stunningly attractive guest, Lea (or whatever her name really was? Guests often used an alias. Several female solo guests had either been turned on by his sexual presence, betrayed surely by the bulge in his Levi’s, or who was just extremely horny. Perhaps one of those women with an insatiable appetite, a primal lust to fuck and accustomed to getting what she wanted.He had made every effort to stay cool when he first saw her arrive, not to let his eyes pop out like a cartoon fox, or his tongue drool like a lusty hound. Instinctively he must have looked her up and down (he wasn’t always subtle) as she stepped from her sleek Audi, taking in her surprisingly high heels, slim legs, a glimpse of stocking top, shockingly short skirt, blatantly transparent blouse, her striking platinum blonde hair and pretty face. She had a look in her eyes too, like a woman with great hunger, used to feeding her wild appetite at will.Joe wondered whether she was really staying alone. Often the person who booked didn’t tell him who else was going to accompany them. Lea seemed like she wasn’t going to spend the weekend alone: he imagined that she was well capable of giving herself a lot of solitary pleasure (no doubt she enjoyed a wank at least daily, as he did), but equally took the opportunity to use a man whenever she felt like it. Was her lover going to arrive later? Or lovers, plural! But for now it was just the two of them in his cottage.He made the usual fuss of showing her where things were, leading her round the place. A couple of times he caught her checking out his backside or crotch. He kept in shape and had been told he had good legs and a firm well-shaped arse, so he wore jeans that fit him well, accentuating his physique and showing the bulge of his cock. As he gave the tour he admired her too, noticing with delight the erect red nipples straining against her silk shirt, and her shapely legs, leading up under the tiny skirt.The best view was of course when he followed her up the stairs, a few steps behind, just the right distance to see up her skirt (surely she was aware of that!). The curve of her inner thighs led to a shapely double crescent of lower buttocks, unencumbered by panties, as she wiggled her way up the narrow staircase. In fact, was that a glimpse of bush he saw? That was when he was sure he could smell her too: an unmistakable scent of cunt, causing an involuntary licking of his lips and a strong twitching of his cock, now straining against his jeans.He also admired her petite figure and generous boobs as, when she reached the top of the stairs and turned to wait for him to resume the tour. As he opened the first room and gestured her in, she seemed to show off her cleavage to his wide eyes. The top few buttons of her shirt were undone so he saw the upper slopes of her smooth globes and again the outline of pert nipples against the flimsy material. That was when she stumbled, catching her sexy heels on the loose rug then slipping forward across the bare floorboards and into his embrace, as he thrust his body forward to catch her from falling to the floor. And that was when he pounced, fairly sure that her flirting and blatant showing off of her body indicated her desire to have him there and then.He lifted her up and virtually threw her onto the bed, on her back, her legs parting as she lay there. She made a gesture of protest, but it was obvious she wanted fucking, despite their brief exchange of words. And he wasn’t going to refuse. Customer service was his forte! He could definitely smell her now. He imagined her bare cunt under that skirt, already oozing juices. He parted her legs, exposing her cunt, naked as anticipated. He was pleased to see she did indeed have a fine bush, the hairs already wet along the vertical slit between her lips. He just had to taste it!'You smell gorgeous. Bet you taste good too!’He plunged his tongue between her thighs, forcing her legs apart so he could lick right up under her crotch, briefly rimming her asshole then sliding his tongue back under her cunt, across the sopping wet slit, and up to her swelling clit, which he then flicked with the tip of his tongue, side to side, harder, softer, faster, slower, before tracing a figure of eight across her smooth lips and pushing his tongue inside her cunt. She tasted gorgeous. He lapped eagerly. He heard her moan and utter “mmm” and “yes!”He had always loved the taste of a woman, loved to tease and stimulate, feeling her cunt becoming wetter, hearing her moans. He could bring a woman to orgasm with his fingers and tongue. But he knew Lea wanted cock now. He played with her a little more, with his fingers, until they were sticky with her juices. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked them keenly. He saw from her eyes that she wanted it, but asked her to be sure. Her response left him in no doubt.So he clambered up onto the bed, onto her body, moving up over her, briefly kissing her smooth tummy, exposed as her shirt had ridden up, then biting her nipples through the translucent material. That did the trick. He heard her gasp, felt her arching her body up against his.'You like that, do you?’She pulled him closer: 'Shut up and keep going!’She quickly undid her top, revealing her bare breasts, magnificent firm orbs peaked by stiff red nipples. She slid the shirt off then reached down to his crotch, urgently unbuttoning the metal fasteners of his jeans. He licked and kissed her tits, causing more moaning and writhing. He felt her hands pulling down his jeans by the waist. Felt his cock springing out, flopping onto her thigh. She must have felt the trace of precum it immediately left on her soft skin and the firmness of the smooth head and long shaft. He slid his shirt over his head and had kicked off his shoes, so he was now naked. She wore only her skirt, pulled up around her waist.He saw her look down at his cock. He was circumcised, so the head was fully exposed, prominently rearing up like some obscene mushroom, the hole in the center of the tip glistening. He saw her lick her lips. His shaft was thick and solid, his balls swollen around the base, framed by his patch of body hair. She smelt him for sure now: not just his sexual aroma but a scent of spunk as he oozed and throbbed above her opening. No question of a condom! She was aching to be fucked and to feel his cum inside her. She had somehow unhooked her skirt and it fell to one side, leaving her nude under him.He continued licking and biting her nipples, occasionally kissing her neck. She was writhing with lust, legs parted ready, arms reaching round his body to pull him into her, clasping her hands on his buttocks to pull him down. His cock was poised over her wet slit now, the head rubbing against her wet lips and swollen clit. Would this stimulation, together with the biting of her nipples, bring her to orgasm before he even entered her? He was aching to thrust into her, to feel his firm cock pushing its way into her wet slit and up inside her. All she had to do was pull him in and let him fuck her.'Now?’ he asked.By jonnicat. For Literotica.

A Country Inn venture brings Joe some special opportunities.By jonnicat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Joe Leman could not prevent his dirty mind getting carried away as he fantasized about the next guest at his Little Country Inn. Lea looked stunning in her profile photo on the booking app: erotic platinum blonde hair, alluring facial features, wicked smile and a look of naughtiness in her eyes. He could be wrong and she might well have zero interest in him, but he had a hunch that she was going to be as wild as she looked. He felt that familiar stirring of his libido as he anticipated her visit.The cottage was the perfect discreet ‘Bed & Breakfast', hidden in the trees, invisible from the lane that led from the distant main road. This was one of the reasons people like Lea booked it for a weekend break. In fact the cottage inn was a former gatehouse at the entrance to an estate. The owner, Joe, had inherited it and decided to turn the small place into a holiday let to help pay for the upkeep of his larger manor, nearby. Joe manages an investment fund and brought in a partner to operate the orchard, on a common sharecropper arrangement.The cottage has been renovated to include the most updated kitchen & bath furnishings, as well as central air. But the structure retains all the eighteen sixty character and charm. It has a master suite and two upstairs smaller bedrooms. The back patio has a hot tub and fire pit.So this hottie, Lea of London, reminded him of a woman he had met and had wine-fuelled sex with, at a travel industry networking event the year before, which took place at a remote old country house that had been adapted as a conference center, an hour north of London.Her name was Gabriella. She was a rep from a tour operator who had been seated next to Joe at the welcome lunch. They had chatted and flirted increasingly shamelessly over endless champagne. She was in her late forties, at least, he guessed. Slim, long straight natural blonde hair, pert boobs, seductive smile and the most luscious pink lips (which she was expert at licking in the most erotic manner). By the mid-afternoon they were tipsy and horny as hell.She had made the first move while they were still at the table. Sliding her arm under the linen tablecloth so that no one else would notice, she had run her fingers up his leg, caressing his inner thighs through the tight trousers of his bespoke suit. As usual he wasn’t wearing underwear, so when her fingertips reached his crotch she could easily feel his cock, swollen and pulsing against the tight fabric as she stroked him.She leaned towards him to whisper, ‘You’re a big boy, aren’t you?’To this he had gasped and replied, 'That’s the effect you have on me!’She rubbed harder. He tried not to moan out loud.She whispered again, 'Let’s take this to the cocktail bar.’ He grinned at the way she stressed the syllable “COCK”.Joe followed Gabriella out of the dining room to the lounge bar, trying to be discreet by following a few steps behind her, not that he really cared whether anyone else noticed them slipping off to have a drink together. Truth was he wanted to check her out from behind. She wore elegant black heels, a short black skirt (legs bare) and a cobalt blue silk blouse, which during the lunch had been unbuttoned enough to show her generous cleavage, she had seen him ogling and grinned at him. From behind she looked stunning, striding like a catwalk model, flicking her long hair, swishing her waist and showing off her tight buttocks as they strained against the tight material of the obscenely short skirt (no visible panty line, he was pleased to see). Was he mistaken or could he smell her too? Was she wearing knickers? He determined to find out.They sat at high stools in the far corner of the candlelit bar. As she wiggled her way up onto the stool, turning it to face his, her legs parted and he could almost see up her skirt. He could definitely smell her cunt now: a rich aroma of pure sexuality wafting his way. She ordered a gin martini; he had a negroni, served by a discreet barman who knew Joe from a previous visit when Joe had been hosting an event there. At that moment he had an unbidden moment of fantasy, imagining inviting the guy to join him and Gabriella in his room, suspecting (correctly, as he would discover later) that she loved threesomes.Meanwhile, he raised his glass to her and they toasted: 'To pleasure!’ As she knocked back her drink he saw her legs part again, revealing a brief glimpse of a tiny white triangle of material, So she was wearing panties!They were as close as they could be, sitting on separate stools. He considered suggesting they move to one of the sofas, but for now they were content to be facing each other, legs touching, eyes locked, smiles hinting the kisses they both yearned to give and receive. How to get her up to his room, or hers? She took the next step again.She looked him right in the eye and said, 'Here’s a game. We each guess whether the other is wearing underwear. You go first.’He didn’t let on that he had already glimpsed hers. He replied, 'What do I get if I guess correctly?’She gave him her wicked grin, 'If I’m not, I’ll lift my skirt and prove it. If I am, I’ll take them off and give them to you.’He smiled. 'And what do you get if you guess correctly?’She licked her lips. 'If you’re wearing any, go to the gents, take them off and throw them in the bin. If you’re not wearing any, unzip your fly and show me here!’He nodded.'Go on then, you first,’ she said.He pretended to try to see up her skirt so she edged her legs together, giggling. He smiled, made a gesture of pondering his guess, then whispered, 'I know by now you’re a very naughty girl. I don’t think you’re knickerless but I bet you’re only wearing a tiny thong?’She grinned. 'Good guess. Now I suppose I’ll have to take it off and give you a souvenir. But first it’s my turn. Are you going commando, I wonder? Hmmm, Yes, I bet you are, you wicked man!’He nodded, 'Correct.’She looked at his crotch, 'Go on then, show me!’Joe glanced around the bar. There was nobody watching. Maintaining eye contact with Gabriella, he unzipped his fly, reached one hand in and pulled out his cock, enough for her to see the bare tip and top of the shaft. He was sure she would smell him now, knowing he gave off a strong natural sexual aroma. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. She felt her wetness increase, thinking, My knickers must be soaked!He squeezed his cock back into his pants. 'Your turn.’She nodded. 'Sure, I’ll just go to the ladies’.He watched her ass again as she slid from the high stool and sidled off across the room. While she was gone he ordered a bottle of champagne and said to his barman friend to hold it on ice for a few minutes because they might need it sent to his room, or hers. He slipped his friend a generous cash tip as he signed for the order.Moments later Gabriella returned to his side. Before going to her stool she put her hand in his, transferring the tiny sliver of sodden silk to his grip. He felt the wet thong in his palm, glanced down at it and put it in his trouser pocket, then sniffed his fingers approvingly as she watched and giggled.Before she could sit down again he asked, 'Shall we go somewhere more private? I’ve ordered us some more bubbly, if that’s ok?’She grinned and kissed him on the cheek. 'Great idea. Have it sent to my room.’And so, after a mostly liquid lunch and their stimulating fun and games in the public bar, they found themselves in her suite. She immediately pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately on the mouth. He pulled her close, reaching down to grasp her athletic buttocks which were straining against the tight skirt. Her hands went to his waist, unbuckled his belt. His hands slid up her thighs to clasp her bare cheeks. He felt her hard nipples as her body pressed against his chest. She felt his cock pressed against her lower tummy. His hands squeezed her buttocks and his fingertips slid between them, feeling the wetness oozing from her. Her fingers deftly undid his fly and pulled out his cock as his trousers fell to the floor. He slid a finger inside her lips, into the pink wetness.Moments later, clothing scattered across the lush carpet, they were on the bed, nude. He lay on top of her, pinning her down with his muscular body. His cock was pressed against her stomach. He felt so turned on he could imagine rubbing it against her and quickly coming all over her stomach and breasts, but he knew she would expect more than that and anyway he wanted to fuck her properly. She parted her legs and wrapped them up round his waist. This of course spread her cunt wide open. He looked down, across her flat tummy and smooth mound with its downy triangle above bare lips, split by her wet slit. It was time! He edged his cock down between her thighs and pressed the tip against her lips and up across her clit, which was swollen and ready.She gasped, 'Fuck me!’And then he was in, plunging deep into her slender body, the full length of his shaft easily sliding into her. He moved his head down to kiss her breasts, licking and gently biting her nipples as she moaned and pulled him further into her, grabbing his waist as he plunged deeper.'Come in me!’ she ordered.He felt her body bucking, arching up against him as she gripped his throbbing cock with her powerful cunt muscles, as if she was desperate to cause him to climax. He obeyed, thrusting, hard, soft, in and almost out, then deep again, until he felt that familiar wave of lust, riding through his body and let himself go. With a groan of delight he came deep inside her, spurting powerfully into her willing cunt until he was done, then collapsing onto her, still kissing her breasts, neck, mouth.'Now lie on your back,’ she told him.As he did so, she moved around into the 69 position, kneeling over him, lowering her rear end down over his face and taking his cock between her lips. She licked his cum and her juices from his shaft and lowered herself further. His tongue flicked out to lick her soaking wet slit, tasting her sweet juices and his own cum as it seeped from her. He ran his tongue all along her slit and rimmed her rear hole, causing her to wiggle and push herself further onto his face.Meanwhile she continued sucking his cock dry and playing with his balls, so that before long he was getting hard again. He continued kissing her cunt, sliding his tongue in a figure of eight across her cunt lips, before flicking the tip against her swollen clit, varying the pace and direction. She gasped and shuddered as he continued to stimulate her, sensing the first wave through her body. And then, with a final few licks, he brought her to orgasm. She moaned as she came, juices pouring out of her, into his eager mouth. He lapped greedily. At the same moment she had his cock down her throat, taking the entire stiff shaft and sucking, feeling it swell and throb. Inevitably he came too, shooting into her eager mouth as she swallowed greedily.They didn’t leave the room until the next morning, spending the night exploring each other’s bodies and trying all manner of positions and techniques. They even fucked in the shower. And when he was spent, they invited the barman to join in, when he delivered another bottle, to feed her appetite for cock and being fucked. She didn’t rest until both men had fucked her and left her a trembling wreck on the messy sheets. And that was only the first night.That, Joe had thought, is what I call hospitality networking!Joe's smartphone dinged, waking him from the daydream. The text is from Lea, affirming her arrival in 10 minutes, or so.And now, as he prepared Orchard Cottage, he wondered how this 'Lea’ would behave and whether she would be so willing and hungry for sex. He would soon find out,Lea had booked it for a long weekend. As far as he knew she was coming alone, which was unusual but not rare. A single woman down from London, wanting to 'get away from it all’, he suspected. From her profile on the booking app he had seen she was an attractive mature woman with long fair hair and a seductive smile. He wondered what she imagined a weekend here would be like.Typically he left his guests alone during their visit, meeting them only once, on their arrival, to show them round and give them the key. But he lived close by in case they needed anything. He could not help wondering whether this solitary woman would want anything he could provide. The cottage was cozy, quiet, isolated. So if a woman wanted to be alone it was the perfect refuge. But if she wanted any company, well, he would be happy to provide any personal service she desired. It wouldn’t be the first time he had been invited in to the cottage by guests who found themselves craving some company in this most isolated spot. He still had the pair of knickers the last single woman had left!She was due to arrive any moment. It was late evening on a warm Friday in early summer. Dusk had not yet fallen. The trees cast warm shadows around the cottage. The last rays of sun lit up the small windows. Joe had prepared the fireplace. Guests always wanted a 'real fire’ with logs. He had left a complimentary bottle of red wine too. Would she want to drink that on her own?Anyway, he thought, let’s see how things go. I’ll show her round, let her settle in, make sure she has my number. If she wants to be left alone, fine. Otherwise, anything is possible. It gets chilly at night out here, she might want someone to stoke the fire for her, keep her warm. He felt a thrill of lust as his imagination roved.Having finished preparing the cottage, he was now just outside the door when he heard a car slowing down, turning in from the quiet lane. He stood waiting, dressed in black jeans and a blue denim shirt, untucked. He ran his hand through his hair, smoothed down his shirt and faced towards the lane. An Audi appeared, approached, stopped in front of him. He smiled as he saw the woman through the windscreen. He was pleased to see she was alone. She turned off the engine and stepped out. He took a step towards the car, trying to imagine how he would appear to her.'Hi, you must be Lea. I’m Joe. Welcome!’ He smiled again as she looked him up and down.What was she thinking, feeling? What would she desire?It wouldn’t be the first time Joe Leman (his professional persona, though not his real name) had fucked one of his guests. Far from it. In fact he had lost count of how many women he had seduced, or been seduced by, during all his years in the hospitality industry: at business conferences he had hosted, in those identikit hotels where clients relished being away from their partners for a night, invariably drank too much, and ended up fucking each other all night; at Mediterranean holiday resorts, where sex-starved bored wives would take him to their rooms while their husbands were out playing golf; or at the small country house hotel in the New Forest that he had run until recently (in which he still owned a controlling shareholding), where women came for a girls weekend or hiking or riding, all of which made them uncontrollably horny and easy prey for their handsome host.One of his most treasured memories of these numerous encounters was a night spent with Connie; a stunning and filthy executive from some marketing firm that had its annual retreat at a remote country hotel in Hampshire. He had been asked at the last minute to fill in as the hotel’s lead facilitator, to make sure the client firm got what they were paying for, in terms of facilities, refreshments, evening entertainment. Connie, a slim fit blonde in her forties, had chatted to Joe in the hotel bar on the first night, having slipped away from her increasingly drunken and boorish colleagues.After draining another cocktail she had fabricated some excuse to get him up to her room, claiming something or other wasn’t working and asking him to help her with it. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them she had snogged him up against the wall, sliding her hand into his trousers, rubbing his bare cock, then stripped him and led him to the king size bed. There she undressed, lay on the bed and insisted that he tie her to the bedframe with his tie, then fuck her while she pretended to resist (not the first woman he had known to want a forced sex fantasy).After he had emptied himself into her she demanded that he turn her over and whip her bottom with his belt. She had squealed with delight, feigned terror at this 'punishment’, then insisted on taking his cock into her mouth, expertly licking and sucking him hard until he came again. She had swallowed every drop of his cum, had him untie her, left him her knickers as a souvenir, then rejoined her party at the bar.And now he had inherited the secluded house and its quaint Orchard Cottage which got regular Air b & b bookings. It was usually couples having a dirty weekend, sometimes dirty enough to invite him to join in. Occasionally women craving a romantic escape or meeting their secret lovers; they too would sometimes let themselves be seduced while he helped them settle in or got the fire going. Ah yes, the old fireplace, guaranteed to conjure up the desire to be naked in front of the flames, drinking and fucking through the night. What action that fireside had seen!Joe found that his  6 foot height, dark eyes, chiseled looks, fit body and smart clothes always gave women a good first impression. But he knew his most powerful secret weapon was his sexual aroma. He had learnt early on that he gave off a rather powerful manly scent, strong pheromones and sweat that had a peculiar effect on women. For this reason he never wore aftershave. He showered daily, but never used deodorant, and rarely wore underwear. He kept himself clean and well groomed, sure, but he allowed his body to give off its natural sexual aroma. He trimmed but didn’t shave his pubic hair, aware that this too accentuated the sexual attraction by holding the scent around his loins. Sometimes he would even run his hands inside his trousers, up and down the shaft of his cock, between his arse cheeks and around his balls, just to get his musky scent onto his fingers, meaning it would waft around him and make it even more likely that any women he met would unknowingly detect it and find herself sexually stimulated. It usually worked a treat.And now here he was perhaps about to fuck this stunningly attractive guest, Lea (or whatever her name really was? Guests often used an alias. Several female solo guests had either been turned on by his sexual presence, betrayed surely by the bulge in his Levi’s, or who was just extremely horny. Perhaps one of those women with an insatiable appetite, a primal lust to fuck and accustomed to getting what she wanted.He had made every effort to stay cool when he first saw her arrive, not to let his eyes pop out like a cartoon fox, or his tongue drool like a lusty hound. Instinctively he must have looked her up and down (he wasn’t always subtle) as she stepped from her sleek Audi, taking in her surprisingly high heels, slim legs, a glimpse of stocking top, shockingly short skirt, blatantly transparent blouse, her striking platinum blonde hair and pretty face. She had a look in her eyes too, like a woman with great hunger, used to feeding her wild appetite at will.Joe wondered whether she was really staying alone. Often the person who booked didn’t tell him who else was going to accompany them. Lea seemed like she wasn’t going to spend the weekend alone: he imagined that she was well capable of giving herself a lot of solitary pleasure (no doubt she enjoyed a wank at least daily, as he did), but equally took the opportunity to use a man whenever she felt like it. Was her lover going to arrive later? Or lovers, plural! But for now it was just the two of them in his cottage.He made the usual fuss of showing her where things were, leading her round the place. A couple of times he caught her checking out his backside or crotch. He kept in shape and had been told he had good legs and a firm well-shaped arse, so he wore jeans that fit him well, accentuating his physique and showing the bulge of his cock. As he gave the tour he admired her too, noticing with delight the erect red nipples straining against her silk shirt, and her shapely legs, leading up under the tiny skirt.The best view was of course when he followed her up the stairs, a few steps behind, just the right distance to see up her skirt (surely she was aware of that!). The curve of her inner thighs led to a shapely double crescent of lower buttocks, unencumbered by panties, as she wiggled her way up the narrow staircase. In fact, was that a glimpse of bush he saw? That was when he was sure he could smell her too: an unmistakable scent of cunt, causing an involuntary licking of his lips and a strong twitching of his cock, now straining against his jeans.He also admired her petite figure and generous boobs as, when she reached the top of the stairs and turned to wait for him to resume the tour. As he opened the first room and gestured her in, she seemed to show off her cleavage to his wide eyes. The top few buttons of her shirt were undone so he saw the upper slopes of her smooth globes and again the outline of pert nipples against the flimsy material. That was when she stumbled, catching her sexy heels on the loose rug then slipping forward across the bare floorboards and into his embrace, as he thrust his body forward to catch her from falling to the floor. And that was when he pounced, fairly sure that her flirting and blatant showing off of her body indicated her desire to have him there and then.He lifted her up and virtually threw her onto the bed, on her back, her legs parting as she lay there. She made a gesture of protest, but it was obvious she wanted fucking, despite their brief exchange of words. And he wasn’t going to refuse. Customer service was his forte! He could definitely smell her now. He imagined her bare cunt under that skirt, already oozing juices. He parted her legs, exposing her cunt, naked as anticipated. He was pleased to see she did indeed have a fine bush, the hairs already wet along the vertical slit between her lips. He just had to taste it!'You smell gorgeous. Bet you taste good too!’He plunged his tongue between her thighs, forcing her legs apart so he could lick right up under her crotch, briefly rimming her asshole then sliding his tongue back under her cunt, across the sopping wet slit, and up to her swelling clit, which he then flicked with the tip of his tongue, side to side, harder, softer, faster, slower, before tracing a figure of eight across her smooth lips and pushing his tongue inside her cunt. She tasted gorgeous. He lapped eagerly. He heard her moan and utter “mmm” and “yes!”He had always loved the taste of a woman, loved to tease and stimulate, feeling her cunt becoming wetter, hearing her moans. He could bring a woman to orgasm with his fingers and tongue. But he knew Lea wanted cock now. He played with her a little more, with his fingers, until they were sticky with her juices. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked them keenly. He saw from her eyes that she wanted it, but asked her to be sure. Her response left him in no doubt.So he clambered up onto the bed, onto her body, moving up over her, briefly kissing her smooth tummy, exposed as her shirt had ridden up, then biting her nipples through the translucent material. That did the trick. He heard her gasp, felt her arching her body up against his.'You like that, do you?’She pulled him closer: 'Shut up and keep going!’She quickly undid her top, revealing her bare breasts, magnificent firm orbs peaked by stiff red nipples. She slid the shirt off then reached down to his crotch, urgently unbuttoning the metal fasteners of his jeans. He licked and kissed her tits, causing more moaning and writhing. He felt her hands pulling down his jeans by the waist. Felt his cock springing out, flopping onto her thigh. She must have felt the trace of precum it immediately left on her soft skin and the firmness of the smooth head and long shaft. He slid his shirt over his head and had kicked off his shoes, so he was now naked. She wore only her skirt, pulled up around her waist.He saw her look down at his cock. He was circumcised, so the head was fully exposed, prominently rearing up like some obscene mushroom, the hole in the center of the tip glistening. He saw her lick her lips. His shaft was thick and solid, his balls swollen around the base, framed by his patch of body hair. She smelt him for sure now: not just his sexual aroma but a scent of spunk as he oozed and throbbed above her opening. No question of a condom! She was aching to be fucked and to feel his cum inside her. She had somehow unhooked her skirt and it fell to one side, leaving her nude under him.He continued licking and biting her nipples, occasionally kissing her neck. She was writhing with lust, legs parted ready, arms reaching round his body to pull him into her, clasping her hands on his buttocks to pull him down. His cock was poised over her wet slit now, the head rubbing against her wet lips and swollen clit. Would this stimulation, together with the biting of her nipples, bring her to orgasm before he even entered her? He was aching to thrust into her, to feel his firm cock pushing its way into her wet slit and up inside her. All she had to do was pull him in and let him fuck her.'Now?’ he asked.By jonnicat. For Literotica.

Ideally, Christopher is looking for a couple who is friendly, sociable and loves dealing with people to provide genuine, old-fashioned southern hospitality.

Episode Notes Our Patreon Auto-Generated Transcript SiliGoneValley-HoldersOnDeAnza Wed, 8/3 2:03PM • 5:45 SUMMARY KEYWORDS holders, places, saratoga, boulevard, breakfast, country, pancakes, wonderful, couple, family, original, santana row, denny, country inn, many great memories, pancake, business, holder, silicon valley, trader SPEAKERS Christopher Garcia   Christopher Garcia  Come with me. We're going to Silicon Valley   Christopher Garcia  On July 27 2022, Holder's country inn on Saratoga, Sunnyvale or deAnza Boulevard, or whatever it's called at that moment, burned down. Well, it didn't burn down the fire gutted, the interior damage the roof, and it will likely have to be raised. Holders is an interesting story that, in a way, inhabit several points in Silicon Valley.   Christopher Garcia  From their website in 1957, Jack and Anne holder sold their Dairy Queen business in Roseburg, Oregon, and moved their family to the Valley of heart's delight. And open Uncle John's Pancake House in Santa Clara. I seem to remember that vaguely. And I do remember a coffee shop on, I believe, Scott, that seemed to be in that same realm. It was a wonderful, wonderful place.   Christopher Garcia  But what I'm actually more connected to was the holders country in at the Old Town and Country village. And that was across the street from Valleyfair. And what is now today, Santana row. And I only went there a few times, there were usually long lines, particularly on the weekends, but from 1967 through 1999. Holders country inn was one of the primary places you would go for breakfast in the morning. Places like mini gourmet was sort of in a different realm. And just a little later, it informed how places like Stacks would do their breakfasts. The portions were large and delicious, particularly the pancakes were fantastic. I usually get pancakes and sausage and do pigs in a blanket. Of course, the biscuits and gravy were also phenomenal. What's wonderful is that even when they were forced to move to relocate the destruction of the town and country to be replaced by Santana row in 1989, meant that a number of places had to leave. And they found the spot on DeAnza Boulevard in a prime location. And at that point, it wasn't quite as prime. I believe the Home Depot was already there. I think what is now a Japanese sushi place at that point might have still been the Carl's Jr. There was another Japanese restaurant, I believe a couple of plant stores where they're still the Trader Joe's was not there yet for sure. Nor the Popeyes for that matter. You had the Taco Bell. Couple of other places, I think there was a KFC. And you had to pretend your arms just a little bit further down. It was a solid part of town. And that part was definitely going to be growing and growing rather quickly. And what ended up happening was it became the breakfast spot once we lost the original Pancake House, which is just on the other side of 85. And again, even more of a following when Clark's closed. These were all replaced mostly by new businesses that were drawing in sort of the family get the Trader Joe's is an excellent example. But you also had the CVS, the things up and down there. I think in 99, probably through about 2007. Maybe less than that. You had diddums, for example. And you had the new library that in the same ish neighborhood. It was turning that area into more and more of a not necessarily destination, but a place where you would stop when you're doing a dozen other things. And holders was phenomenal. There's still one on Saratoga Avenue, which opened in 1995, which was at the original hole the holders was in the Paseo and when they knocked down the original to build the new one, which now has the AMC and all that move down which is a good thing. Actually. That one still active, still wonderful. Lots of outdoor seating very important. It's places like these that we lost when we lost the original Pancake House that a lot of them have been going away lately. They're a step up from Denny's. But the most important thing about them is they are dependable family type restaurants but are a level above your Applebee's your Denny's your things like that because they are serving. I don't want to say more genuine food but it's it's hearty. It has a authenticity towards this idea of what an American   Christopher Garcia  breakfast is. I think one of the things that I really enjoy is that they very Are you pointedly note that their family of six sons and a daughter are all still in the business that their parents founded? That's wonderful to see. Because that sort of continuity leads to the traditions of reasonable prices of good food of great dishes that need to continue on down the line. I'm sad to see this one go to Silicon Valley. Hopefully they'll rebuild. But honestly, even if they don't, I'll have many many great memories of stuffing my face full of pancakes at holders country and on data Boulevard. Find out more at https://siligone-valley.pinecast.co

This is Episode 8 (episode 2 of a two-part series) of Full Range Fitness with host Kelly Range. This show has guests: Madison Ingui - Bachelor in Kinesiology, and a certified personal trainer. Megan Brooks - BSN in nursing, Certified Personal Trainer. Megan Brooks - BSN in nursing, Certified Personal Trainer. Emma Matos - Co-Owner Studio 4 Fitness, Certified Group Fitness Instructor, Nutrition Consultant. All four women are employees of Studio 4 Fitness in Loganville Ga. This show focuses on nutrition and explores the problems of "Fad Diets" and much more. Contact info for host Kelly Range: EMAIL: studio4fitnessga@gmail.com PHONE: 470-258-2990 WEBSITE:  www.studiofourfitness.com FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/kelly.k.webb.1/                         INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/Kelly.range/ Full Range Fitness and all other shows are broadcast from the Perimeter Roofing studio inside the Country Inn and Suites by Raddison on the End Resultz Radio Network.

This is Episode 7 (of a two-part series) of Full Range Fitness with host Kelly Range. This show has guests: Madison Ingui - Bachelor in Kinesiology, and a certified personal trainer. Megan Brooks - BSN in nursing, Certified Personal Trainer. Megan Brooks - BSN in nursing, Certified Personal Trainer. Emma Matos - Co-Owner Studio 4 Fitness, Certified Group Fitness Instructor, Nutrition Consultant. All four women are employees of Studio 4 Fitness in Loganville Ga. This episode 7 focuses on fitness, specifically strength training. This is a can't miss episode with so many insightful nuggets that anyone can apply to their lives. Contact info for host Kelly Range: EMAIL: studio4fitnessga@gmail.com PHONE: 470-258-2990 WEBSITE:  www.studiofourfitness.com FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/kelly.k.webb.1/                         INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/Kelly.range/ Full Range Fitness and all other shows are broadcast from the Perimeter Roofing studio inside the Country Inn and Suites by Raddison on the End Resultz Radio Network.        

In this super and insightful episode of Full Range Fitness, host Kelly Range and guests Stacey Goddard and Amy Price provide valuable insights to anyone looking to grow in any part of their life. They discuss fitness, nutrition, entrepreneurship, business, families, and much more. This is an episode you do not want to miss. Contact info: Studiofourfitness.com  Facebook.com/studio4fitness  IG= Studio4fitnessga  studio4fitnessga@gmail.com Full Range Fitness and all other shows are broadcast from the Perimeter Roofing studio inside the Country Inn and Suites by Raddison on the End Resultz Radio Network.

This new episode of Full Range Fitness has host Kelly Range interviewing two amazing guests. Kelly finds the right balance of fun and insights to create a memorable and enjoyable show for all listeners. This episode includes amazing guests Manny Rodriguez & Jordan Afman of U48Performance.com This episode talks about sports, athletes, fitness, nutrition, and much more. it is packed full of valuable information. You do not want to miss this episode. Contact info for Manny Rodriguez, Owner. IG= @MannyRodu48 Contact info for Jordan Afman, Sports Performance Specialist IG= @JordanAfman OR https://u48performance.com/ Contact info for host Kelly Range: EMAIL: studio4fitnessga@gmail.com PHONE: 470-258-2990 WEBSITE:  www.studiofourfitness.com FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/kelly.k.webb.1/                         INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/Kelly.range/ Full Range Fitness and all other shows are broadcast from the Perimeter Roofing studio inside the Country Inn and Suites by Raddison on the End Resultz Radio Network.    

In this episode we interview Danny Owen - GM of the Country Inn and Suites in Abingdon, VA. What I really enjoyed about this interview was listening to Danny highlight how he worked his way up through every job in the hotel, noting that this was his second career, and he did this later in life. To learn more about OpsAnalitica Click Here: OpsAnalitica.com

Dave Plier talks to Eric Moorehead about the storied history and Chicago ties to Lake Geneva’s French Country Inn, along with John Strong about new restaurant Savoy.

The victim of this morning’s deadly shooting is a 17-year-old male from Frederick County. Out of respect for the family and until next of kin notifications have been made, the victim’s name will not be released. There is no update on the suspect at this time.   At approximately 2 a.m., Frederick County Sheriff’s Office deputies responded to the Country Inn and Suites located at the 5500 block of Spectrum Drive in Frederick for a call of shots fired. Upon arrival, deputies found one victim deceased on scene.   FCSO detectives are currently on scene conducting a thorough investigation and there will be a heavy police presence in the area for quite for some time. At this point, there are no suspects in custody.   See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Today I have the privilege of interviewing new #smallbusiness owners, Pam and Roger Wald of #thehattercafe in #mentone #alabama - Their #unique and interesting cafe is set to the Alice in Wonderland book and its lively characters. Their vision and passion took on a whole new life that started with the #longestyardsale in #America.Join us today as they share their sidetracked path that led to this #adorable and #peaceful place in the lovely, #magical town of Mentone on #lookoutmountain⏱TIMESTAMPs⏱1:04 Welcome & Introductions1:49 The Longest Yard Sale2:39 Getting side tracked in Mentone3:27 Alice in Wonderland concept4:19 #Creative minds create #cool creations5:01 The tea collection begins5:08 We have a GIFT store!7:15 Bed and Breakfast Amenities & Design9:39 Future plans and expansion10:13 Proper Tea - Southern Style10:47 A Foodie Menu12:18 Hours of Operation - http://www.thehattercafe.com/14:39 Turning dreams into reality15:37 Thanks & See you soon!For more interesting travel tips and hacks support this CHANNEL!!✅ Patreon support

Country Inn & Suites by Radisson is spotlighted and Brandon Chappell talks about how their business has been impacted by the reduction of travel, how their limited staff is stepping up, and how they are supporting The Salvation Army during the pandemic.

Have you ever dreamed of living a peaceful life in the French countryside? Today, we're with Ian Moore, at La Paz Valle de Loire, an enchanting country inn in the beautiful Loire Valley, in France. Ian and his wife, Natalie, opened La Paz Valle de Loire in January.  It is an honor to interview Ian today. He is a professional stand-up comedian, operating between Britain and France, and when he is not on stage making people laugh, he is making jam and marmalade from his orchard, feeding goats, and making the beds at his inn.  Ian has written three books- A la Mod: My So-Called Tranquil Family Life in Rural France, C'est Modnifique: The Adventures of an English Grump in Rural France, and most recently, Playing The Martyr. Be sure to join us today, to hear Ian's delightful story. Show highlights: Ian shares his "I wonder if" moment, the moment that led him to his life in the country, in France. Ian talks about what it's really like to travel and work as a stand-up comedian. Ian talks about what his friends had to say about an English city-boy buying a fam in France.  Ian thinks that it's very important to maintain certain standards as a city-boy. The winters in the country can be hard, but the springs and summers are beautiful! Ian shares his long-suffering sentiments about Natalie and their boys having a sixth sense in locating animals in need of rehabilitation. The problem with goats. To go away, they have to get professional house-sitters in. Ian shares what it's like to be an ex-pat living in rural France. A sense of community is vital, and the local community has been very supportive of Ian and his family. Ian shares the story behind his property in rural France. They are very lucky to have the popular Beauval ZooParc twenty minutes down the road.  Rural life isn't easy for Ian and his family. Staying connected is pretty easy for Ian and Natalie.   The importance of being relaxed. Links and resources: Ian Moore Stand-up comedian - https://ianmoore.info/stand-up/ Ian Moore Author - https://ianmoore.info/category/author/ Beauval ZooParc - https://www.zoobeauval.com/ https://ianmoore.info

If you've ever dreamed about staying in a bed and breakfast where you could safely enjoy all the food, you can! Nellysford Country Inn is a gluten free bed and breakfast located on the sunrise side of the Blue Ridge Mountains, Virginia. The Inn is situated in the heart of Virginia's Wine Country and perfectly located near some amazing fall activities!Subscribe to the Gluten Free News Here:AlexaGoogle HomeApple Podcasts See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

COG MERCHANDISE (SCARVES, T-SHIRTS, BUTTONS, COASTERS): http://www.cornerofthegalaxy.com/SHOP COG STUDIOS, Calif. -- The LA Galaxy got a big victory over FC Dallas on Saturday night. And that means they're right back in the thick of the playoff hunt. But one guy wasn't at the game on Wednesday night. No, one guy was 2,680 miles away in the beautiful state of Maryland watching on his phone while his pregnant wife was sleeping. This man is, of course, Josh Guesman. And coming from a Country Inn & Suites, Josh is ready to give you 30 brief minutes of Galaxy talk that will get you through the win over FC Dallas and prepare you for the game against Seattle on Saturday night. Josh will start by talking about some of the more significant issues on the night, including the sloppy passing, and the lack of difference-makers on the field to start the game. And he'll touch on the Galaxy's significant second-half additions that opened up the game for Zlatan Ibrahimovic to score two goals. Cristian Pavon also had a big night, and there's a reason he's the Man of the Match and not Ibrahimovic. Plus, there's one player that Josh wouldn't have let out of the locker room at halftime, but it's a good thing Josh doesn't coach the team. Then looking at the standings and the schedule, the talk of the Galaxy winning out seems more than overblown. It seems ridiculous. So can the Galaxy still get to the playoffs without winning all of their last nine games? This isn't that hard to understand. The schedule is a tough one, and the Galaxy still have a big mountain to climb. But on thing is sure; the Galaxy started their very own playoff run on Wednesday night, and that will continue for the remaining games of the 2019 season. Music Provided by Back Pocket Memory

COG MERCHANDISE (SCARVES, T-SHIRTS, BUTTONS, COASTERS): http://www.cornerofthegalaxy.com/SHOP COG STUDIOS, Calif. -- The LA Galaxy got a big victory over FC Dallas on Saturday night. And that means they're right back in the thick of the playoff hunt. But one guy wasn't at the game on Wednesday night. No, one guy was 2,680 miles away in the beautiful state of Maryland watching on his phone while his pregnant wife was sleeping. This man is, of course, Josh Guesman. And coming from a Country Inn & Suites, Josh is ready to give you 30 brief minutes of Galaxy talk that will get you through the win over FC Dallas and prepare you for the game against Seattle on Saturday night. Josh will start by talking about some of the more significant issues on the night, including the sloppy passing, and the lack of difference-makers on the field to start the game. And he'll touch on the Galaxy's significant second-half additions that opened up the game for Zlatan Ibrahimovic to score two goals. Cristian Pavon also had a big night, and there's a reason he's the Man of the Match and not Ibrahimovic. Plus, there's one player that Josh wouldn't have let out of the locker room at halftime, but it's a good thing Josh doesn't coach the team. Then looking at the standings and the schedule, the talk of the Galaxy winning out seems more than overblown. It seems ridiculous. So can the Galaxy still get to the playoffs without winning all of their last nine games? This isn't that hard to understand. The schedule is a tough one, and the Galaxy still have a big mountain to climb. But on thing is sure; the Galaxy started their very own playoff run on Wednesday night, and that will continue for the remaining games of the 2019 season. Music Provided by Back Pocket Memory

We hope you’ll join us for our upcoming Sellers’ Workshop!Want to Buy a Home? Search All Homes Want to Sell a Home? Get a Home Value ReportOur 1st Annual Sellers’ Workshop is just around the corner, and you’re invited. At this great event, we’re going to pull back the curtain and share some insider tips on how to sell your home for top dollar in today’s market. The workshop will take place on Thursday, February 7 from 6:30 p.m. to 7:15 p.m. at the Country Inn and Suites in Baxter. You can click here to RSVP. We look forward to seeing you there!

Learn the best tips and tricks for maximizing yourhome sale at our upcoming sellers’ seminar.Want to Buy a Home? Search All Homes Want to Sell a Home? Get a Home Value ReportDue to the overwhelming success of our February sellers’ workshop, we’re hosting another one—and you’re invited! At this great event, you’ll learn how to maximize the sale of your home and put more equity into your pocket.We’ll also talk about staging, returns on investment, the best times to list, how to best market your home, and much more.“You’ll learn how to maximizethe sale of your home and putmore equity into your pocket.”Get an inside look at the best selling practices at 6:30 p.m on Tuesday, March 19, at Country Inn and Suites in Baxter, Minnesota. Click here to RSVP. Until then, we look forward to seeing you there!

Make the most out of your home sale by joining our workshop.Here’s how.Want to Buy a Home? Search All Homes Want to Sell a Home? Get a Home Value ReportWe’re excited to announce our third and final sellers’ workshop! Join us at Country Inn & Suites on Tuesday, April 16 at 6:30 p.m.We’ll show you how to put your equity back into your pocket, talk about great investments that guarantee returns, and uncover what buyers are looking for in today’s market. If you want to give your home the best possible chance of selling for top dollar, you’ll certainly want to make it to our workshop.Make sure to RSVP here! In the meantime, we look forward to seeing you there.

You’re invited to come learn the ins and outsof flipping at our free upcoming seminar.Want to Buy a Home? Search All Homes Want to Sell a Home? Get a Home Value ReportIf you’ve ever wanted to learn more about successfully flipping homes in today’s market, you’re in luck. Today we’d like to invite you to our free upcoming seminar, which will teach you the ins and outs of this common real estate investing tactic. The event will take place on Tuesday, June 18, from 6:30 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. at the Country Inn and Suites in Baxter.During this seminar, we’ll share how to find great investments and buy them for zero money down. We’ll also explain which renovations are worth making before you sell, as well as what you should look for in your next flip. This is going to be a great learning opportunity, so I hope to see you there.If you’re interested in attending, please RSVP here. If you have any other questions or would like more information, feel free to give me or my team a call or send us an email. We look forward to hearing from you soon.

Hello and welcome to the Bayfield County Wild podcast. This show features the year-round splendor of natural beauty and culture that Bayfield County, Wisconsin, has to offer. In this episode, host Nancy Christopher will talk with Mary Motiff, Bayfield County’s Director of Tourism, and Jeff Hamilton, of White Winter Winery, to learn about the many divine beverages White Winter has to offer, as well as local agritourism. Additionally, we will highlight the upcoming Bayfield Apple Festival and preview a couple favorite Bayfield County holiday happenings. Bayfield Apple Festival Bayfield’s annual Apple Festival is a celebration of the autumn harvest and Bayfield’s agricultural history. This year’s festival is October 6-8, 2017. White Winter WineryLocated in Iron River, WI, White Winter Winery has been creating handcrafted meads since 1996. One of the truly authentic features about White Winter Winery is that they create their meads, spirits, and ciders by sourcing locally grown fruits. MeadMead is an alcoholic drink made from honey, water, and yeast. The entire fermentation process takes approximately 12-18 months, from start to bottled and ready to enjoy. The WineryThe best way to experience White Winter Winery is to visit the winery in person. White Winter offers tours, a tasting bar, and has a gift shop with everything from hats and handcrafted items to bottled varieties of each of their delightful meads, spirits, and ciders. Agritourism Agritourism is growing in popularity across Bayfield County as locals and visitors alike continue to appreciate the value of locally grown pre-picked or pick your own produce and fresh, farm-to-table foods. Holiday PreviewWassail Dinner Concerts at Old Rittenhouse Inn: Treat yourself to an experience like no other that combines a delectable meal, music, theatre, and history into one unforgettable, holiday event. Tree Lighting Events: Various communities embrace the excitement of the season with traditional tree lighting ceremonies and events, beginning in late November. Be sure to subscribe to our podcasts, and don’t forget to grab the White Winter Winery coupon that Jon mentioned during the show! Get into nature at travelbayfiedlcounty.com, and don’t forget to explore our interactive map. Affiliate Links Ericson Orchard - Erickson Orchard is a family-owned apple and berry orchard and strawberry farm in Bayfield, Wis. that has been in business since 1954. Together they have kept the farm growing – planting and selling apples & strawberries for pick-your-own and ready-picked. Old Rittenhouse Inn -  Old Rittenhouse Inn is Bayfield, Wis. first Country Inn and gourmet restaurant offering 20 guest rooms in two Victorian homes and a private cottage with fireplaces, whirlpool tubs, and spectacular Lake Superior views.  North County Vacation Rentals - North Country Vacation Rentals offer comfortable vacation home rentals and cabins conveniently located on or near ATV/snowmobile trails in Drummond, Grand View, Cable, Barnes, Cable, Delta and Iron River, Wis.

Hello and welcome to the very first Bayfield County Wild podcast. This show features the year-round splendor of natural beauty and culture that Bayfield County, Wisconsin, has to offer. In this episode, we will be talking with Mary Motiff, Bayfield County’s Director of Tourism, and Mike Garnich of Good Earth Outfitters to explore some of the area’s breathtaking natural wonders. Natural Wonders With over 900 lakes, hundreds of miles of trails, a plethora of orchards and berry farms, and the renowned Sea Caves, Bayfield County is a nature lover’s dream. Kayaking is a favorite local activity, as is muskie and trout fishing, and hiking. Culture If exploring the culture is more your style, you’ll be able to embrace what the locals call the good life, where relaxation and quality living are top of mind. Area restaurants feature farm-to-table goodness with homegrown berries and produce, locally caught fish, and local wineries. Good Earth Outfitters Good Earth Outfitters, located in Cornucopia, WI, offers affordable, semi-private tours of the legendary Sea Caves. Experience the cave formations up close and personal with Captain Mike and Good Earth Outfitters. Be sure to join us for our next podcast, where we will be speaking with John Hamilton from White Winter Winery. Get into nature at travelbayfiedlcounty.com, and don’t forget to explore our interactive map. Affiliate Links Ericson Orchard - Erickson Orchard is a family owned apple orchard and strawberry farm in Bayfield, WI that has been in business since 1954. Together we have kept the farm growing – planting and selling apples & strawberries for pick-your-own and ready-picked. Old Rittenhouse Inn -  Old Rittenhouse Inn is Bayfield, Wisconsin’s first Country Inn and gourmet restaurant offering 20 guest rooms in 2 Victorian homes and a private cottage with fireplaces, whirlpool tubs, and spectacular Lake Superior views.  North County Vacation Rentals - North Country Vacation Rentals offers comfortable vacation home rentals and cabins conveniently located on or near ATV/snowmobile trails in Drummond, Grand View, Cable, Barnes, Cable, Delta and Iron River, Wisconsin.

Nancy Johnson’s career in hospitality spans more than 40 years, the last 25 of which were in executive roles with Carlson that include heading up the brands Country Inn & Suites™ and Radisson Hotels International.  Nancy served as Chair of the American Hotel and Lodging Association (AHLA) in 2012, and initiated AH&LA’s Women in Lodging Council. read more

A chef and her husband leave the city of Toronto to restore a vintage farmhouse near the village of Creemore in southern Ontario. Their focus is locally-grown seasonal food carefully prepared at the lovely bed and breakfast Mad Maple.

This month and next, plays from a series of radio adaptations of the Dr. Sam Hawthorne stories of Edward D. Hoch are being podcast here courtesy of Dave Amaral. “The Problem of the Country Inn” was first published in the September 1977 issue of EQMM. It is one of hundreds of “impossible crime” stories that MWA Grandmaster Edward D. Hoch contributed to the magazine. Dave Amaral’s dramatic recreations of the stories have appeared in several earlier EQMM podcasts.

[It is] nice to be here on this spectacular day. Youre all thinking, Spectacular? Hey, any time its not snowing at this time of year in Wisconsin, its spectacular in my opinion. Its great to have you here, and as Pastor Jeff said, I get to kick off the series on What Does Love Look Like? We may not often think about it, but love and thankfulness certainly go together like ice cream and pie, (I have to put in a plug for the pie sale), the Lone Ranger and Tonto, Batman and Robin, or-my new revelation this week-like Clint Eastwood and prayer. Youre like, Huh? My wife and I on our Friday night date night, which weve celebrated for over 31 years now-its probably one of the huge reasons were still married, were out going somewhere, and weve become accustomed to listening to books on CD while were riding different places. We were listening to the story of Josh Burstein, who is an archaeologist, how he came to do that and how he got involved in the wilderness. He was sharing that his father had passed away when he was 15 years old. Shortly after that, he discovered Clint Eastwood. He became enamored with Clint Eastwood, and Clint Eastwood kind of became the father figure that he lost. He looked up to him and learned everything he could about him. He was a man of action, a man of few words, the strong, silent type. He said he really needed that at that time in his life. Were listening to this story and we started talking, so I shut it off for a bit. We were talking about that, and then Vicki asked me to pray with her about something. All of the sudden this brilliant thought crossed my mind as she was talking about Clint Eastwood coupled with prayer. I turned and looked at her and gave her my best steely-eyed stare and said, Go ahead, make me pray. (Congregation laughing.) Now Clint and prayer are forever linked, which I hope is a good combination. Speaking of that, let us pray. Father, thank You so much for the chance to come together and share about love, gratitude and thankfulness. Thank You so much for giving Your life, Lord Jesus, for us. I pray that Youd warm our hearts and challenge us with Your Word today, Father. Thank You again so much that we can pray because of Jesus Christ, Amen. Well, love and thankfulness do go together like all of those things we mentioned. First of all, lets look at how those two things go together in Psalm 116. Were going to look at Verses 1, 2, and 17. The writer of the Psalm says in Verse 1 (page 605 of pew Bibles), I love the Lord. Notice he starts out talking about love. I love the Lord for He heard my voice. He heard my cry for mercy. In Verse 12, he says, How can I repay the Lord for all His goodness? Notice the response at the end of this Psalm. He says, I will sacrifice a thank offering to You and call on the name of the Lord. Love and giving thanks are linked together. The Psalmist says, I love the Lord, so what is my response? I will sacrifice a thanks offering in the name of the Lord. As we think about love and thankfulness, I want to leave four pictures with you this morning about what thankfulness is and how its connected to love. The first thing I would say is that telling someone thank you is like giving away valuable jewels. You might not think thats such a big deal, but, friends, how many of you appreciate it when somebody tells you thank you? Almost every hand in the room [is up]. Sometimes we dont think thats so amazing to give it away, but we like it when we get it. Friends, its interesting that Solomon said in Proverbs that wisdom is like riches. Theyre jewels; theyre emeralds; theyre diamonds; theyre rubies; theyre necklaces around your neck; theyre a gold crown on your head. One of the wisest things you can do is compliment, encourage, congratulate, and tell someone thank you. Thats like giving away diamonds, like giving away rubies. The amazing thing is it wont bankrupt you for doing that. In fact, we reap what we sow. When you give away thanks, its like sticking a diamond, an emerald, a jewel, a ruby, or a sapphire in peoples pockets, and you get something back in return. You get a blessing in return, and you never exhaust the supply. How many of you at the end of the day of telling people thank you said, Whew! Man, Im flat broke. I cant tell anybody thank you anymore? I dont think any of us have ever had that experience? On the other hand, if you really set out to be thankful and share thanks, its amazing that your energy and your own storehouse of riches seem to increase. How is that connected with love? Well, what do you find when you tell people thank you for what theyve done? They feel love; they feel cared for; they feel appreciated, right? When we have the opportunity to do that on a regular basis, friends, ask yourselves that: how good are you at enriching other people? Are you walking around every day passing out jewels of gratitude? Or, on the flip side, are you a world class jewel thief? Some people we meet are like that, right? Not only do they not have anything good to pass out, but they suck the life out of you. Instead of passing out diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, or rubies, they just rob the riches out of you. You can get up, have a great day and go on your way rejoicing, and then you meet these people and its like (Pastor Jerry is making a loud sucking sound to resemble one sucking the life out of you). You just feel like some wrinkled up, shriveled up prune after meeting them. They suck the gratitude and the joy of life out of you. They are like world-class jewel thieves. Friends, God calls us as His children to be different. He says, in fact, that we are His jewels. Our responsibility is to shine and sparkle for Him. One of the greatest ways that you can do that is by sharing thanks. We know that in our world if you genuinely love somebody-I know we have holidays coming up in less than a week, and my wife and I get to celebrate the anniversary of our engagement-whats one of the best ways to show that…ladies? Jewelry, right? There are a lot of situations [where we give gifts to one another]. I chuckled this last week because one of the Los Angeles Lakers Sasha Pavlovic got engaged to Maria Sharapova, and I just chuckled at our culture because they were trying to decide if the $400,000 engagement ring that he had given her was too cheap because, after all, youre supposed to spend two months of your salary on an engagement ring. Because he made so many millions, the $400,000 didnt quite add up to that; so maybe poor Sasha was being a little cheap. I was like wow. Thats a different world than Im used to. That's for sure, but, friends, we have the opportunity to enrich the lives of people we love every single day. God calls us to do that. As I sit here talking about it, I would challenge you, I would urge you, this week especially at Thanksgiving time to think about someone in your past-maybe a teacher; maybe a coach; maybe a boss who was really good to you, who helped you go forward, who changed your life and encouraged you in ways that nobody else did. Take the time to write them a letter. Give them a phone call; send them an email. Let them know what they mean to you. You can be a blessing to their life. Sometimes when you keep giving those things out, there are blessings and rewards that you get back without even meaning to when thats your regular habit. Just last month, Vicki and I got back from vacation. She had always wanted to go to Savannah, Georgia. We went and had a great time. It was really enjoyable and very romantic. We were coming back on the last night of our vacation. We stopped about 20 miles outside of Nashville and decided to stay over there before we ended up driving for home on the last day. There was this group of four motels. We were getting down to the end, and we thought we would kind of save our money. We were drawn toward two of the places that advertised their price for a night as $29.95; and we thought, Well, that would be pretty cool if you could get a decent motel for less than $30. We stopped in and looked at a room, and we decided, I…dont think…were going to…stay there. We went and looked at a different motel, a Country Inn and Suites. It was just really nice. You walked into the lobby, and there was this smell of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies wafting through the lobby. Behind the counter there was this nice young lady about 25 years old. She was very warm, very cheerful, and very friendly. She said, Hi, how are you doing? We said, Were doing well. Could we check out a room? She said, Oh, sure. So she gave us a key, and we went down to check out the room, and we said, Oh, this is pretty nice. We came back and asked how much it was. She said, It is $90. We thought well, after looking at $29.95 and $90, that was a little more… We were like, Well spend it if we have to, but wed rather not. We said to her, If you dont mind, were going to go check out prices at the one place that was left. She said, Oh, fine. No problem. I understand. Take care, and have a nice day. We left and went over to the last place. We found out that it was the same price. We looked at a room, and we actually liked the other one better. The lady was very professional and very sterile. When we told her we didnt really want the room, she was very cold and borderline discourteous. She was like, Well, you dont want to stay at our motel. I cant believe that. Its beyond my wildest comprehension. We left and we were like, Wow. That was kind of wild. On the way back, we said, Man, that other young lady was so nice. We went in there, and she said, Oh, youre back! Its nice to see you. I said, Sure, well take a room, and she said okay. Vicki said, Yeah, we actually liked this room better than the other one. I said, Not only that, but we were talking about how warm and charming you were. You were really friendly. Compared to the other lady over there, you were like wow! It was nice talking to you. She looked at us and said, Wow! Thats really nice of you to say! You just made my day! So you know what? (Pastor Jerry speaks in a very gruff voice here), Im going to make your day. She didnt really talk like that, but she did proceed to make our day. She said, So instead of $90, Im going to give it to you for $50. We were like, Wow! Just because we said thanked her and complimented her, she turned around and our lives were not only enriched spiritually and mentally, but actually our pocketbooks as well. Later on, we thought what a joy to get money back, but we talked about who knows what kind of a day she was having. Maybe shed had lots of people who were unkind to her or mistreated her that day. Maybe she got chewed out. For somebody to come and be kind or say something nice about her, it was like wow! You could watch her eyes sparkle and light up. Friends, God calls us to do that. Theres a world around you of hurting people. Your gratitude, your kindness, can make an impact and enrich people that you meet. So telling someone thank you, remember, is like giving them a valuable jewel. The second thing I would say is that telling not just people but telling God thank you is light, warmth, and love thats drawn into your own souls. We think about romantic movies, and we think about warm and cozy fireplaces on cold Wisconsin nights. We think about romantic strolls through gas-lit lamps, and we think about candlelight dinners. There is always this association of light with love and romance. In fact, when Vicki and I were first dating, I actually walked down Frontier Street with her in the middle of a lightly falling snowfall. The street lights were glowing, and I turned to her and sang, Ive often walked down this street, the street before, but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I several stories high knowing Im on the street where you live. She proceeded to vomit-no, Im just kidding. It was one of those really spectacular moments, and I still remember that. Light and romance go hand and hand; well, so it is with God. Friends, as you go through life, when your heart is cold and dark because life has been rough or youve been hurt, how do you bring light, warmth, and love to your soul? Let me encourage you and challenge you that when you share light, love, and warmth with God, you get it back in return in spades. In fact, if you think about God looking down on a world thats dark and cold and Him seeing His children here and there in the middle of a dark world, and in the middle of that darkness, theyre singing, praising, and worshipping Him, what does God see? Hes like, Oh, theres a light there. Theyre sparkling over there. Theres a light there. I see them over there. Thats light to God; its love to God; its warmth to God. You have the opportunity to warm His heart, and what do you get back in return? Friends, when you make the decision to praise God and bless His name no matter what, its like lighting that cozy fire on a cold Wisconsin day or a cold Wisconsin evening. You snuggle up, and you sense His love, His presence, and His warmth. I get so passionate about this because, friends, if you dont sense His love, if you dont feel His love, if youre not feeling the sense of His presence, I would challenge you to begin to praise God. Begin to thank Him; begin to bless Him and worship Him no matter what your circumstances are. This is the stuff of Psalms; this is the stuff of triumph; this is the stuff of light, warmth, and change. In fact, the opposite of that, if we look at Romans 1:20 (page 1112), God says that thankfulness is the Heavenly light switch. When you refuse to be grateful and you refuse to be thankful, that is the very first step into darkness. Listen to Romans 1:20. It says, For since the creation of the world, Gods invisible qualities-His eternal power and divine nature-have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse. For although they knew God… Listen to this, …they neither glorified Him as God… nor-gave-Him-thanks. What is the first step after not giving God thanks? …their thinking became futile, and their foolish hearts were darkened. Its a hop, skip, and a jump on a short step to the rest of the Chapter of Romans 1 where you see every kind of evil and abomination and filthy action that exists in the world. Where did it start? It started with an ungrateful heart. It started with an attitude of ingratitude. Friends, I submit to you, that in gratitude, unthankfulness lies at the heart of every single sin that exists. Blaspheme God? Do you really shake your fist at God if youre incredibly grateful for all that Hes done for you? Honor your father and your mother. Do you tend to dishonor your parents if youre incredibly grateful for all that theyve done for you? Thou shall not murder. Do you murder people for whom you are amazingly thankful? I dont think so. Thou shall not commit adultery. Do you tend to have affairs, divorce, dishonor, and commit adultery against mates for whom you are spectacularly grateful? I dont think so. Do you tend to lie, cheat, steal, or covet? If you are unbelievably thankful for everything that you have, no. Gratitude is the foundational core of every single sin that exists. Likewise if you want to come back to God, you want to sense His warmth and light, thankfulness is the first step back. Its the first step toward the light; its the first step out of darkness; its the first step toward feeling again. You know in the real estate world if you want to raise property values, one of the cool things you can put in the home is…a fireplace, especially in colder weather or colder climates. People are drawn to that; it adds value. Friends, thanks, praise, and gratitude adds value to you. God says youre His home. You are where He wants to live. If you want to up your market value to those around you in life, develop a place where you go connect with God and get a hold of His light and His fire. Itll warm you; itll keep you; itll change you. Think of Moses coming down from Mt. Sinai having spent 40 days with God, and what is it about Moses thats different? His face is glowing. People can see that about you if youve been with God. It changes you. You have an impact on the world around you. Sometimes, dear friends, that prayer of praise, gratitude, and thankfulness can actually save your life. Its become my habit every morning to start the day by telling God ten things that Im thankful for. If my heart isnt warmed after that, then sometimes I run through the entire alphabet, A through Z, thinking of something for which I can thank God for. Then I tend to launch into songs of praise and gratitude. Sometimes as you begin to thank God, you dont feel like it. You dont feel like praising Him. Thats why sometimes praise is called a sacrifice of praise-because its not easy. Sometimes its like starting a car on a cold Wisconsin morning. You turn the key after scraping the ice off the windows, and it does not want to start. Finally after a bit, it kicks in and turns over. Then you defrost the windows, and eventually you get to go to school, your job, or wherever youre going. Its warm and youre glad that youre riding in a car-even if its a beater-instead of the one-horse open sleigh going to Grandmothers house. No matter how romantic that sounds, its still freezing cold. Youre glad for that warmth. Friends, praise is the same way. There are days that you get up, and you dont feel like praising God, but if you decide to make that sacrifice and begin to honor Him-even if you dont feel like it-I can tell you, its not long before your heart begins to warm. The ice begins to thaw, and the light comes into your soul. You become incredibly grateful for all He is and all that Hes done for you. Sometimes that moves me to tears because, friends, Im sorry but Im standing here today because praise and gratitude literally saved my life. Its taken me almost 50 years to share some of the details about this, but when I was 15 and 16 years old, I had some hormonal problems. My body was really messed up. It started producing way more testosterone than it was supposed to. It started really messing with me, so my mother took me to the doctor and low and behold, that wonderful yahoo, guess what he did? He prescribed me oral anabolic steroids. This kid has too much testosterone in his body. Its messing with him. Lets give him more. Nobody said anything about the side effects. Nobody knew what would happen. I went from being a pretty mellow, happy-go-lucky kid to somebody who wanted to kill everybody he saw. Here I was the president of my youth group, and everybody on the outside thought I was wonderful; and inside I was dying. There was darkness, and it was cold. Id walk around thinking about people I hated, people I wanted to hurt, and people I wanted to kill. Most of all, I wanted to kill myself. All that testosterone and discovering girls got me into things that for which Im not proud of and that are ungodly, that only added to the problems. As my guilt compounded, I wanted to kill myself even more. Somehow in the middle of all of that, in the darkness, the heartache, and the pain, nobody knew what was going on; I felt isolated and all alone, I would come home from school and thank God for a grandmother that taught me how to play the piano and sing. I would sit down for hours and sing songs to God of worship and praise, What a friend we have in Jesus. Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? When you feel all alone, take it to the Lord in prayer. In the middle of my incredible darkness and pain-and today they would say I was manic depressive, bipolar, or certifiably depressed-Jesus Christ, and thanks and praise to Him, was the light that saved my soul. If it werent for that hope and that ability to thank Him and praise Him, I would have blown my brains out and killed myself long ago. Thanksgiving literally saved my life. Friends, you have no idea the impact that you can make on a world around you if youre willing to share praise and thanks. You have no idea the impact that thanks and praise has in your own life. That kind of leads us to the third thing because being thankful can make you the powerful hero in any love story. I love romantic movies-dont let anybody know that. I love watching chick flicks with my wife, but I cant watch too many in a row. Then I have to watch an Arnold movie, a Clint movie, or Sylvester Stallone or somebody like that. Then I can watch another chick flick. Even the guy movies, the action movies, isnt there always some powerful hunk thats like falling in love with the gorgeous babe? We ask: what is it that draws us to that story? Friends, I think John Eldredge says it very well. Its the story of redemption. Why do we relate to that so much? Because its the story of what Jesus did for us. Hes the prince; Hes the captain; Hes the champion; Hes the hero who could have stayed home safe. Instead He left Heaven and came all the way down to planet earth to die and rescue us in pain and agony-to give us life, to save our souls, and to be our champion. We see that played out in stories and movies, and our hearts are drawn to that. Theyre drawn to the hero. Friends, when you lift up other people around you with gratitude and thanksgiving, you can be the hero in their lives. You can be the person who is lifting them up. You can be the person who is changing lives. You can be the person who is making a difference. Somebody can be burdened and carrying heavy loads, and a word of thanks, a word of gratitude, you have no idea the impact that that can make in their lives. I often think of Jesus in John 11. Lets look at John 11:35 (page 1064). It is the shortest Verse in the Bible. Jesus wept. The background of this: Jesus has lost one of His very best friends. He comes to the tomb, and this Verse, this Passage, says, Jesus wept. The people around Him looked at Jesus and seen Him crying and they said, See how He loved him! Sometimes we look at Jesus, and we think, Well, Hes God. He was here in the flesh. He knows Hes going to raise Lazarus in a few minutes, so it really doesnt impact Him. Hogwash! Jesus felt the pain. Jesus had just lost one of His very best friends. Its obvious. He is standing at the gravesite crying and weeping. Knowing that He can raise him from the dead doesnt lessen the pain. Everybody else sees it, and they were like, Wow! He really loved Lazarus! Then Jesus does something amazing. Some of them said, Couldnt He who opened the eyes of the blind man have kept this man from dying? You go through losses; you go through pain; you have heartaches; sometimes you have regrets. Jesus, once more deeply moved, came to the tomb. It was a cave with a stone laid across the entrance. Take away the stone, He said. But, Lord, said Martha, the sister of the dead man, by this time there is a bad odor, for he has been there four days. Then Jesus said, Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of God? So they took away the stone. And get this, Jesus looked up and said, Father, I thank You… Friends; when youre going through loss; when you lose a job; when you lose a loved one; when you lose your dreams; when you suffer heartache, loss, and pain, what is Satan always whispering in your ear? He says, See, God doesnt care. Gods not listening. All those prayers you prayed, where was God? The Heavens are brass. Hes not listening to you. He has His hearing aids turned down. He doesnt care. What does Jesus say in the face of death? Father, I thank You that You hear me. What an attitude! His own spirits are lifted with the recognition that God hears Him. Listen to what He says next, I knew that You always heard Me. Sometimes we need to repeat that in our minds. Father, yes, Im going through hard things. Yes, Im facing the losses. Yes, my dreams are crushed, but Father, I know that You always hear me. We need to rehearse that. Thank You, Father. But our attitudes of gratitude impact not only ourselves, but the people around us. Look what Jesus says, …I said this for the benefit of the people standing here, that they may believe that You sent Me. When He had said this, Jesus called in a loud voice, Lazarus, come out! The dead man came out, his hands and feet wrapped with strips of linen, and a cloth around his face. Jesus said to Him, Take off the grave clothes and let him go. Friends, gratitude and thankfulness are powerful. Gratitude raises other people. Gratitude literally lifts people from the dead. You can breathe life into somebody who is dying a thousand deaths today just by telling them thank you. Maybe its a clerk at the store; maybe its somebody that youve never met before. There was a lady in the 8 oclock service that came today, and I was blown away because Vicki and I had stopped on Saturday night at a card shop and got talking to her, and she came to church this morning. You have no idea whose life you can impact with a word of kindness or gratitude. Be a light; share a smile; share a thank you. Lift somebody up. You might rescue them even from the dead. Be a hero to somebody today. The last thing that I would say about thankfulness is that thankfulness is the tattoo or the mark of love. Now, I know some people might say, Tattoos, are those things in the Bible? Well, you can debate that back, Should I get a tattoo? Should I not get a tattoo? We debate cultures and all those types of things. I think its interesting that God says-even though I dont have tattoos-our names are literally engraved on the palm of His hand. How about that? Isnt that amazing? Gods not afraid to own us. Tattoos, in our culture, are often the mark of love; even in past cultures, youd see sailors, marines, and construction workers-guys like that [have tattoos]. You fall in love and get somebodys name tattooed sometimes, if you really love them, on your arm. Although you have to be careful. I always chuckle-when I coached at U-Rock, there was a sign in the boys locker room warning against the epidemic of AIDS. It has a picture of a guys arm, and then it had about six different names tattooed on it. There was Emily, and then that was crossed out; and then Ashley, and then Linda, Betty, and on down the line. One after the other was crossed out, and the caption at the bottom was unlike love, AIDS is forever, so be careful or be smart. The point is that sometimes people are so desperately in love, they mark their bodies with the name of their beloved. Friends, how do people know that you belong to Jesus Christ? Whats the mark that you carry? The mark is this: youre thankful no matter what. One of the few things that God says expressly is His Will is give thanks in every situation. This is the Will of God. Im going to ask you what you think the mark of the beast is. Youre looking at me now going, Is he on drugs? What does that have to do with thankfulness? You can get a big crowd talking about the mark of the beast and end times and all that kind of stuff. Sometimes, dear people, people cant see the forest for the trees. Ive heard lots of different things, Computer chips in our foreheads or the backs of our hands-thats the mark of the beast or the barcode on the back of your cereal box, thats the mark of the beast. God forbid, be careful about social security numbers. At one time, those were the mark of the beast. My favorite, I was in a meeting in a rescue mission once, and they had a testimony time. This dear lady, God bless her heart, out of the blue when someone was asking for testimonies, she stood up and said, I know what the mark of the beast is. We were looking at her like… This was in the 80s. Its Ronald Wilson Reagan 666. We were all like wow! So lots of things are the mark of the beast, but sometimes we cant see the forest for the trees. Lets look at Revelation 16 (page 1226). Im going to ask you as we read this to pay careful attention to what the mark of the beast is. God judges the beast and his kingdom, and it says, The fourth angel poured out his bowl on the sun, and the sun was given power to scorch people with fire. They were seared by the intense heat and they… [what?] …cursed the name of God, who had control over these plagues, but they refused to… change or repent and glorify Him. The fifth angel poured out his bowl on the throne of the beast, and his kingdom was plunged into darkness. Men gnawed their tongues in agony and… [what?] …cursed God…because of their pains and sores, but they refused to repent of what they had done. Friends, whats the mark of the beast? You go through adversity; you go through trials; you go through pain, and you shake your fists in the face of God and damn and curse His name. You damn and curse Jesus Christ. Gods so mean! Gods so cruel! Gods so vicious! How could He do this kind of stuff to me? I dont deserve this! The mark of the beast… On the other hand, whats the mark of the followers of the Lamb? Lets look elsewhere in the Book. Whatever else the Book of Revelation may be, this may surprise you that its one of the most incredible hymn books in the Bible. There are songs of praise and thanksgiving all over the Book of Revelation from beginning to end. What is the mark of the followers of the Lamb? Lets look at Revelation 7:9 (page 1220), After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and holding palm branches in their hands. And they cried out in a loud voice: Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb. All the angels were standing around the throne and around the elders and the four living creatures. They fell down on their faces before their throne and worshiped God, saying: Amen! Praise and glory and wisdom… Here I like [how it is worded in] the New King James …and Thanksgiving… …and honor and power and strength be to our God for ever and ever. Amen! Then one of the elders asked me, These in white robes-who are they, and where did they come from? I answered, Sir, you know. And he said, These are they who have come out of the great tribulation; they have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Friends, you see this through the Book of Revelation. What do the followers of the Lamb do when they are tortured, when they are slain, when they are beheaded, when they face tragedy, heartache, and pain? They fall on their faces and bless, glorify and worship God and say, Blessing and honor and glory and power be to Him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb for ever and ever and ever and ever. What is the mark of the followers of the Lamb that they leave behind them everywhere they go? Like Job of Old, God looks down and says, You see My servant Job? Isnt anybody like him? God allows Satan to take away everything he has, and how does Job respond? He can kill me, and Ill still trust Him. Isnt that unbelievable? Thats the mark of the Lambs followers. They are so grateful; they are so thankful; they are so in love with the Captain of their salvation who went through hell to rescue them that they can suffer stress, heartache, pain, torture, and loss; and nothing can stop them from praising God. Friends, in a few short days, were going to celebrate the 390th anniversary of Thanksgiving. Thats almost 400 years. We remember the Pilgrims, why? Because they were followers of the Lamb. In 1620, they arrived on the shores of Plymouth Rock and set up a colony-110 people. Over the first winter, they lost over half of their number, so there were fewer than 50 people. We live in absolute luxury compared to what they had; and they carved out a hole in the wilderness. Six months after losing half of their loved ones and half of their membership and seeing death on every hand, they have their first harvest; and they spend three days of thanks, gratitude, and praise to Almighty God. They cant stop worshipping Him, blessing Him, and thanking Him less than a year after half of them died. So powerful is that mark that 400 years later in our countrys history, what do we still remember? We still remember a group of people who in the middle of their heartache, in the middle of their pain, in the middle of their loss, in the middle of their adversity took time to thank, bless, and praise God. Thats the mark of the followers of the Lamb. Dear friends, God put that same Spirit in your heart today. If youre one of His followers, share His love, share His gratitude. Youll make the world a better place. Lets pray: Father, I thank You so much for Your Word. I thank You for the example of Jesus Christ. I thank You for each one of these dear friends. I pray that You would bless them and encourage them. Help us to walk every day as followers of the Lamb in incredible gratitude for all that Youve done for us. I thank You that we can pray in Jesus name, Amen.