Our daring couple are back with more scandalous tales from Toronto hotel rooms. Last month they tested out Yorkville’s Park Hyatt and below Lacey shares intimate (arousing) details of their evening at the Fairmont Royal York. In this naughty story, Lacey cruises the hotel lobby in see-through panties…well, under her trench. Ooooh, do tell!

Jerome and I had a plan to meet in the lobby at The Fairmont Royal York on a sleepy Monday at 9 pm. I took the subway to Union station and did my makeup in the P.A.T.H. Businessmen, leaving Bay St towers late at night, brushed past me as I applied lipstick in a Newstand mirror. I felt like a call girl. It turned me on.

Arriving early, I decided to get changed in the loo located to the left of the famous Royal York Library Bar. In a closed washroom stall, I began to pull lovely little lacey things out of my knapsack. I swapped my work clothes for black see-through panties, thigh-high stockings and garters that hooked to a tres dangereux french bustier. I hid my outfit tightly under my new trench and slithered into the lobby. I was nervous but roused. I mean, I was wandering around in my knickers. I subtly checked my reflection in mirrors and shiny windows to make sure the garter wasn’t slipping down. But perhaps I wanted the hotel guests to see? Hmmm.

My ass cheeks were chilly. My groin was buzzing with excitement. I had a dirty little secret hidden beneath my coat. The night was young.

Jerome made his appearance winding up the circular staircase. A quick glance at one another and we were immediately switched on and ready for our second hotel room date. I was inclined to bare all in the elevator, but refrained for fear of shocking a vacationing family.

The Fairmont Royal York is a hotel rich with history and you can feel the stories ooze from the maze-like hallways lined with classic red carpeting. Winding our way around the ninth floor, I imagined scenes from decades past being acted out behind closed doors: A sordid love affair from 1941, Mad Men-like advertising execs skipping work for a quickie, 1970s newlyweds caressing one another in joyous tears on their wedding day. The opening sequence of countless love stories, and lustful trysts, unfolded in my mind. Open since 1929,  you can practically hear the sinful acts played out over the years.

I couldn’t wait any longer. As Jerome slid our card through the door, I whispered to him, “You won’t believe what I’m wearing under my coat.”
“Oh. You have something interesting on?” He said with an amused smirk.
I nodded with a mischievous grin.
“Ahhh. Okay…let me have a shave first.”

Always a gentleman, albeit a kinky one, Jerome knows his five o’clock shadow is a little too rough for my sensitive lady parts. As he shut the bathroom door to do his thing, I gingerly skipped around the room in my trench…waiting…desperately in anticipation, for him to RIP IT OFF. 

And he did.

Without getting too pornographic, let’s just say that there was a lot of crawling around on all fours, mounting, riding, humming, spanking and sucking. Lest we forget, hard and loud f******. Oops, I guess that was slightly x-rated. I just can’t help myself.

Aside from sensuous tales that speak to you from the walls….or in my mind, whatever, The Fairmont Royal York is a fabulous option for a sexy rendezvous because its original architecture provides wonderfully soundproofed suites. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Ohhhhh F*$! yeahhhhh. Scream it, girl.

Moan, pant, shriek and do whatever you like. Privacy is absolute in this old gem.

While room sound receives an A+grade, lighting receives a D. We had to get creative with ambient lighting. “How’s this? Is this better? I’ll try just the bathroom light. That work?” Bedside lamps were too bright, and bathroom lighting was anything but flattering. It took a few minutes to get the right combination for what I like to call “Sex lighting.” If you plan on bathing with your lover, bring candles.

Nightime activities were fun, but the early morning work day provided us with an entirely new setting. With a freshly brewed coffee in hand, draw the blinds and you’ll notice 1000 office cubicles staring back at you. This, my friends, is when you can really up the ante.

While the rest of the world appears to be consumed with emails and ho-hum water cooler banter, you can experience a mind-blowing orgasm, a sort of F-you to the 9-5 grind. Do tease them. All of them.

After checking out, we hit the St. Lawrence Market for some noontime grub. I tell you, that peameal bacon sandwich has never tasted so damn good.  

So, where should we do it next?

Yours truly,

P.S: Jerome was delighted to see that yet another Toronto hotel stocked Le Labo soap. He’s starting a collection.

See what Lacey and Jerome got up to at The Park Hyatt here.