problem in taking a sauna with him; I took them often and had no qualms about being naked. After all, everybody was naked in a sauna. This is custom in Germany and Scandinavia. And I didn't have to worry about him proposing sex in public.
As I made my way to the sauna reception – Erich had gone ahead already – and asked for a towel and bathrobe, to my surprise the receptionist approached me immediately, visibly shaken, offering his sincere apologies. He assured me that the incident this morning had been a misunderstanding that naturally all facilities were at my disposal free of charge. Erich must have told him off good and proper. I felt giddy as a little girl, and honored to be in Erich's company.
After two rounds in the sauna, we rested a little, and Erich inquired whether I would like a massage, a therapeutic one of course, because he was planning on treating himself to one as well. Why not, I thought, a “therapeutic” one would be harmless. Then he proposed that we go up to his suite for the massage; it would be quieter and more relaxed there, and we could talk in the meantime.
And so it happened. I grabbed my clothes from the changing room, and wearing our bathrobes and slippers we made our way up to the fourth floor. What I saw stunned me. This wasn't a room, it was a house. It spanned two floors, and was spacious enough to accommodate an entire soccer team. A bedroom with a huge double bed, a living room enclosed entirely by glass, a fireplace, an enormous TV set and so forth.
A stairway led up to the second floor, where there was a gym replete with exercise machines, a whirlpool in the corner and several lounge chairs. Later, I found out that the penthouse was actually used by world-class athletes looking for some rest and recovery.
The doorbell rang, and Erich let in two masseurs dressed in white, bearing towels and massage oils. We spent the session side by side on lounge beds, telling jokes and enjoying ourselves. I can attest to the fact that they were, indeed, therapeutic massages; otherwise I might get into trouble with the hotel management.
Following the treatment I felt so relaxed and spent, that I would have gladly fallen asleep anywhere. In the meantime it had gotten dark, and Erich led me to a large couch in front of the fireplace and placed a pillow under my head as I lay down on my side and closed my eyes. We both wore white bathrobes that he had gotten from his wardrobe. Mine was a few sizes too big and my hands disappeared in the sleeves.
Erich busied himself with the fire and through my closed eyelids I could take in the flicker of the flames. It was evidently a gas fireplace because the flames reared up instantly behind the glass panel and spread out in a soft yellow glow. The objects in the room threw long dark shadows which seemed to take the shapes of eerie little goblins hopping about.
Erich took a place beside me on the couch and asked me to lay my head in his lap, and I happily obliged. I felt so at ease and secure. At that moment I entertained no thoughts of sex, but already I had begun to love Erich. My belly got warm whenever I looked at him, my heart pounded and I felt a surge of heat rise in my chest.
As he began to gently stroke and fondle my hair, I let my eyes close again and dozed. His hand ran slowly down my cheek and caressed it. It was tender and soft, with no calluses, almost like that of a woman. It felt heavenly, and I relished every second. Then he began gingerly circling my lips with his finger. I felt myself quiver slightly. This was an area that I had not fully explored yet. His hand continued down to my neck, which he almost imperceptibly massaged. I sighed deeply, and pretended I was asleep.
I had the feeling I was about to shatter. I dismissed any reservations I had, turned over on my back, gave a sigh and opened my eyes. Looking up from his lap, I gave him a lingering stare, and he
As I made my way to the sauna reception – Erich had gone ahead already – and asked for a towel and bathrobe, to my surprise the receptionist approached me immediately, visibly shaken, offering his sincere apologies. He assured me that the incident this morning had been a misunderstanding that naturally all facilities were at my disposal free of charge. Erich must have told him off good and proper. I felt giddy as a little girl, and honored to be in Erich's company.
After two rounds in the sauna, we rested a little, and Erich inquired whether I would like a massage, a therapeutic one of course, because he was planning on treating himself to one as well. Why not, I thought, a “therapeutic” one would be harmless. Then he proposed that we go up to his suite for the massage; it would be quieter and more relaxed there, and we could talk in the meantime.
And so it happened. I grabbed my clothes from the changing room, and wearing our bathrobes and slippers we made our way up to the fourth floor. What I saw stunned me. This wasn't a room, it was a house. It spanned two floors, and was spacious enough to accommodate an entire soccer team. A bedroom with a huge double bed, a living room enclosed entirely by glass, a fireplace, an enormous TV set and so forth.
A stairway led up to the second floor, where there was a gym replete with exercise machines, a whirlpool in the corner and several lounge chairs. Later, I found out that the penthouse was actually used by world-class athletes looking for some rest and recovery.
The doorbell rang, and Erich let in two masseurs dressed in white, bearing towels and massage oils. We spent the session side by side on lounge beds, telling jokes and enjoying ourselves. I can attest to the fact that they were, indeed, therapeutic massages; otherwise I might get into trouble with the hotel management.
Following the treatment I felt so relaxed and spent, that I would have gladly fallen asleep anywhere. In the meantime it had gotten dark, and Erich led me to a large couch in front of the fireplace and placed a pillow under my head as I lay down on my side and closed my eyes. We both wore white bathrobes that he had gotten from his wardrobe. Mine was a few sizes too big and my hands disappeared in the sleeves.
Erich busied himself with the fire and through my closed eyelids I could take in the flicker of the flames. It was evidently a gas fireplace because the flames reared up instantly behind the glass panel and spread out in a soft yellow glow. The objects in the room threw long dark shadows which seemed to take the shapes of eerie little goblins hopping about.
Erich took a place beside me on the couch and asked me to lay my head in his lap, and I happily obliged. I felt so at ease and secure. At that moment I entertained no thoughts of sex, but already I had begun to love Erich. My belly got warm whenever I looked at him, my heart pounded and I felt a surge of heat rise in my chest.
As he began to gently stroke and fondle my hair, I let my eyes close again and dozed. His hand ran slowly down my cheek and caressed it. It was tender and soft, with no calluses, almost like that of a woman. It felt heavenly, and I relished every second. Then he began gingerly circling my lips with his finger. I felt myself quiver slightly. This was an area that I had not fully explored yet. His hand continued down to my neck, which he almost imperceptibly massaged. I sighed deeply, and pretended I was asleep.
I had the feeling I was about to shatter. I dismissed any reservations I had, turned over on my back, gave a sigh and opened my eyes. Looking up from his lap, I gave him a lingering stare, and he
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