0 comments/ 13233 views/ 2 favorites Flying Shy Touches Down By: GeekFromSEA I stood behind my colleague, Dan, waiting in line for him to complete check-in at the hotel we were staying in for work for the next several days. We were halfway through the trip, having travelled from Chicago to Europe, and from the first stop in Norway to our second here in Germany. He was talking to the young lady behind the counter, and I was desperately trying to hear what she was saying. Well, at least trying to hear her German-influenced English accent. I fell into thought about how I loved to travel, to experience different culture and architecture, but that I hadn't been on many international work excursions because of the large workload and domestic travel I had in my prior job. That was one of the reasons I left the company for a position in another company: the workload. The boss was kind of a shit as well, but I was ready for something new, and this company was providing me with new challenges. Things were great, though different, and still I was still becoming accustomed to the job, but overall it offered more balance to my work-driven lifestyle than before, and had opened up opportunities to travel I never had that I always wanted. Many years ago I took a couple of German language classes, Spanish too, and because it had been more than twenty years, I was curious to see how much would come back to me here in Germany. Already having travelled through the airport and train, I was daunted by just how much I didn't know and couldn't remember. But, it was fun trying to understand the people riding on the train, the signs posted along the way while we travelled on the train, and then navigating our way to the hotel. The hotel was fairly close, and we walked for just a couple of blocks from the train station rather than catch a cab or rely on some other transportation. In all, it was more opportunity to try to remember words, phrases, how sentences were structured, and start to experience the language best I could, even though we were surrounded by sex shops, casinos, and restaurants. Somewhere in my reverie, I came back to the present to catch the hotel clerk telling my co-worker that a voucher for coffee and cake would be valid any time, though breakfast time might not be best due to the volume of people in the afternoon. Stopping for a second, she quickly caught the error and corrected what she said, saying that it was busiest in the morning. Interestingly, she turned a slight pink color out of embarrassment and kind of laughed it off with Dan. I smiled. I had forgotten that the people here were speaking a second language for them, English, and though they certainly had more experience with English than I had with German, I felt a bit more settled about being in a foreign country. My co-worker stepped away from the desk, and I stepped up. I measured the young lady in front of me, Sabine, as she ran through the check-in routine – calm, respectful, assured, and confident in her English. Sabine was 5'7", maybe 24 years old, thin, and fair skinned with color similar to a white seashell glowing a light peach from the sun setting on a tropical beach – radiant, soft, and lovely. Her hair was parted above her left eye, pulled over to the other side and back into a tight bun, though still exuding texture and color with light brown providing a backdrop to blonde highlights that reflected playfully under the light above the counter. She had very full lips, with strong facial features that were definitely attractive. Under a blue blazer she wore a white shirt with a white tie – oversized compared to the way men would wear a tie in the United States - with a pair of blue blazers to match. Though the uniform didn't exactly compliment her shape, I could tell from when Sabine bent over to get the receipt from the printer that she had nice curves and that she was shapely if not in shape as well. Yes, I was looking, I couldn't help it. What can I say? I smirked as I thought of a "cute" little comment I could make from her encounter with Dan. I'd always had a penchant for playfulness, though it had backfired on me with several women in the past, and I sort of fluttered inside thinking of what it would be like to say it. Hell, it wasn't like I was going to say it, mind you, because it would be kind of flirting and I was definitely of out of practice. You see, I was quite shy. My hesitancy to connect with new people had led me to a career in IT, where I could write programs and code away hours into the night, or read up on the latest technology trends in journals and magazines. I had never been an avid online gamer or social site follower, so I didn't have much of a community of friends that way. I had a few close friends, like me, which resulted into numerous nights of drinking and watching Star Wars or The Lord of The Rings trilogies. It was a good, perhaps sometimes lonely, life. And it's not that I was overweight, or rail thin, or that I had really bad acne, or wicked crooked teeth, or coke-bottle glasses mind you. Not that any of those are bad or wrong, it's just that I was roughly six feet tall, 175 pounds, and I've been told that I'm handsome. I ran 20-30 miles a week after fighting the weight gain that had crept up on me, losing twenty pounds from my heaviest. At 41, I had a full head of hair still that I styled into a curly mess on the top of my head, with grey here and there in a way that some called "distinguished," though to me I just felt older. I had what I thought was a larger nose than should be, but average size down there, if you know what I mean. Sure, one of my former girlfriends had told me I had more girth than other men she'd been with, but I guess I took that with a grain of salt. It was just that I was shy. Oh well... "Here is your voucher for coffee and cake, sir, which is good at any time," Sabine continued her talk. "OK, then, is that breakfast in the afternoon?" I blurted, surprising myself and smiling a broad smile through my rose-tinged skin as I felt a rush of blood come to my face from embarrassment. I was now unbelievably nervous and hadn't really expected to say it out loud, but there it was. Then she did the most amazing thing: she smiled. Not just a "Nice comment, asshole," kind of smile, no. Sabine gave me a bright, light-up-the-room kind of smile that filled my entire vision. She, too, had blushed, perhaps what I said embarrassed her, maybe my shit eating grin caught her off guard, but it was absolutely the most delightful experience of my day, and possibly the trip. She laughed, and kept smiling throughout the rest of my check-out experience, my to my delight. We finished, and I left, feeling definitely warmer than I had when I came in. Was it from the hotel's heating system or from her? Stupid, of course it was her. I worked my way up to the room, pulling my luggage behind me carrying a backpack full of computer equipment on my back. I thought back – damn - I must've looked like the hunch back from Notre Dame because I never took it off during my encounter with Sabine. So much for a good impression. I popped the door open and, with much effort, threw all my stuff down and fell back on the bed, reliving my experience in my mind. Then, I fell asleep. "Ring-Ring" the phone rang, waking me from slumber. Ok, it was more like sounding a bull horn next to a monkey sleeping soundly on a tree branch: I basically screeched the call of the jungle as I jumped off the bed in a state of confusion, nearly falling to the floor while looking for the phone. "Ring-Ring" it went again, and I swore under my breath at whoever was on the other end of the phone, rubbing my knee that had hit the bed frame. I picked up the receiver, "Helllo?" "Jack, it's Dan. We're downstairs waiting for you." Oh shit, I thought. Six O'clock. We had promised to meet our contact in Germany for dinner and a tour around downtown. "Ok, sorry, I, uh, got tied up in my work," I said, stammering and pulling on my shoes. "I'll be right down, Dan." "OK, thanks," Dan said curtly, and hung up. Crap. I wasn't sure if this would be a night of drinking, of work conversation, of bull shitting around or what. So I didn't dress up, hoping that would signal that I didn't want to go to someplace with a dress code or a lot of people, and headed downstairs. The night went better than expected, mostly. We had great food in a well-known, older place that had been serving food for over a century. That was one thing I liked about Germany that we just didn't have in the United States: places to go with history and a story. Over dinner, our local guide, Robert, told numerous stories about the local area, how people treated each other differently that were from different regions from across the country, and plenty about history as he had studied and travelled extensively. We finally wrapped up dinner conversation and eating after nearly three hours, something that typically took 45 minutes at home for me when I ate on my own. Oh well, when in Rome. Back toward the hotel, I remembered my experience with Sabine and smiled. Neither of my walking mates noticed, but I started to get anxious about seeing her again. As we neared, I got even more concerned, and excited, but as we entered the hotel, she wasn't anywhere to be found. I suppose her shift ended, or she was on break, I didn't know. We sat down and, unfortunately because I was tired from getting up very early for the flight that day, Robert spent the next two hours going through sales material and ideas for helping us sell our services throughout the world. I kept looking back at the reception desk, but Sabine never returned. I was bummed. Finally, around 2am, we called it a night and I headed back to my room. I fell asleep in minutes. I awoke naturally around noon the next day, which I had scheduled as a down day. Wow – that was more sleep than my typical 5-6 hours a day that I got at home. I guess that exhaustion is a pretty good sleep aid, and I was glad I had booked an extra day during the week to "recover" from travel. As usual, however, I noticed I had the typical morning wood and for some reason my thoughts returned to Sabine. I felt blood surge as I remembered her radiance the day before, and nonchalantly began to stroke my hard-on, as it had been since I started to travel since I last masturbated. The thought of her smile got my imagination in full gear. I pictured passionately tearing away that ridiculous uniform to find a thong sashaying up her scrumptious ass, and a bustier that allowed her nipples just to peek above her bra. Without warning I felt the familiar rush bubbling in my groin, and I wildly threw back the sheets with my other hand, stroking still with the other. My breathing labored, my orgasm triggered and I spurted so hard that I got myself on the cheek, neck, and chest before slowing down and dribbling onto my stomach. Another inch or two, and I would have shot into my own mouth, which had been wide open when I came. Thinking of licking my own cum off Sabine (that would be a first, hey, I was fancying things I hadn't before) caused a twitch in my hand and a small rush of blood, not enough to get me hard again, but enough to know that I was surely revved up by Sabine for some reason. I got up, tip toed over to the bathroom, making sure not to spill anything on the ground as I went, and wiped off with toilet paper. I wandered back into the room, dug around in my suitcase for my bag of toiletries, headed back to the bathroom and had a nice shower, continually letting my mind run back to Sabine, not so much as to get me riled up again but enough to keep me mentally excited. Around 1:30pm I cautiously wandered downstairs hoping she was at work but, alas, she wasn't there. I hadn't eaten, and because I wasn't particularly hungry, I ended up walking around for two hours in the rain under an umbrella before my stomach started growling. Interestingly, I could have sworn that I saw Sabine walking toward the hotel at one point, but it could have been either wishful thinking or that she was on my mind. She was all bundled up like a child getting ready for playing outside in the snow, hood and mittens and all, and I half smiled and smirked at the thought of her with pigtails and a long, hard lollipop in her hand, licking it with fervor, wearing nothing but a big ribbon in her hair. I know, I know, what can I say? She really had me going and my naughty side was emerging. I stopped at a well-known restaurant, and had the sausage and beer – how could I not, I was in Germany. During my meal, somehow my umbrella disappeared from the restaurant, and I left uncovered wondering if this was a European tradition, or practice, or what: I didn't know that I could've just taken another one as I learned later from Robert. It was raining really hard now compared to earlier, and after several blocks, not only was my head soaked, but my feet hurt because my shoes and socks were soaked from all the walking before, my pants were dripping from the knee down, and my coat was wet through to my shoulders. I probably looked like a drowned rat, I was cold, so I was in my head about how I could code something as I trudged through the front door of the hotel. I hadn't even thought that Sabine might be working: and of course she was. She looked up from behind the desk and kind of smirked, putting her hand over her mouth. Reflexively, I gave her a grimaced, tight lipped smile. I could swear that she even giggled when I did that. Nice, I thought, real nice – way to make an impression, dumb ass. Sloshing up to my room, I threw my clothes to the ground and changed into new ones to keep warm. I even tried to take the hair dryer to my coat to dry it out, but I'm not sure it helped much since the heat from the dryer didn't amount to much. I unfolded the laptop, sent some emails, and texted Dan to see if we could talk about our work the next day. We connected in a little library section on our floor, and as we wrapped up, we agreed to meet for dinner and then left for our respective rooms. Coming out of my room, I strode over to the balcony looking over the entryway, small dining and bar area, and reception. There was Sabine. She hadn't noticed me, I don't think, as she was helping other customers. From above, I could see the round curve of her ass as she moved around and could just make out her breasts tucked beneath the lapels of her blazer. My thoughts started to wander again. Maybe she was wearing a red bra, the kind with the underwire that sometimes poked a little too much, that she wanted me to take off so she draw full breaths as I touched her stomach. Perhaps she had on boy briefs, and somehow they were all bunched up and she desperately wanted me to rip them off as she arched her back at my touch and the release from the bounds of her clothing. Frozen, I just stood looking, admiring, when Dan slammed his room door shut and came sauntering my way. Reluctantly, I stepped back from my position, savoring each moment my eyes were soaking her in, and Dan and I left for dinner. The food wasn't much, but it was healthy and it was a good change from the pizzas under the door and hamburgers on the road. There was a small generation gap and a few political differences between Dan and me – not much but enough to make certain discussion topics a little strange. Fortunately, he was a great guy and the discomfort was far outweighed by the interesting conversation. The rain remained constant the entire time, and we came back to find Sabine still working behind the counter. At this point I just wanted to hear her voice, though I was still scared to talk to her, and I slowed down desperately trying to think of something to say to her. "Want to come up to my room and fuck me silly?" No, that wouldn't work, dumb ass. Maybe what I wanted to say, but that's just insensitive. "Hi Sabine, I've missed you." All right, creepy. Way too creepy. "Hi, can I get an extra key to my room? I'd like to give it to you." Smarmy, weak, come on man, think of something - anything. Dan called over, "What's going on?" Desperate, I stammered, "Uh, just head up, I'm seeing if they have... something." "Okay..." he responded, a bit quizzically, and headed up the stairs. I turned to Sabine. She smiled. I melted. Fuck it – shoot from the hip. "Hi, um, do you have a pen larger than the ones that they have in the room?" Brilliant. Well, at least it was something, and it came out as a full sentence. And the pens in the room did seem about the size of your thumb and how the hell are you supposed to write with something like that? Well, that's what I thought when I saw it the first time I walked into the room, anyway and it somehow formulated into a sentence when I saw the bright orange pen in her hand. I looked up from the pen and back and up into her eyes. I melted again. Damn it. "Um, this one here is mine," she spoke. Sabine turned – hmm, lovely behind – and she gleefully chirped when she found a full-size pen and turned back to me. I took it from her, smiled and said thank you, and headed up to my room. I opened the door, walked in, and shut the door behind me, heart beating far too fast for a small encounter like that. What the hell was I doing? I felt like a friggin' school boy. I didn't need the god damned pen. I considered it, resting in my hand. Nothing special, it had the hotel logo on it, silver, just a pen. Then it hit me. I could write. Pretty well, as a matter of, well, my opinion. I tore my laptop out of mmy backpack and quickly typed up: "Hi Sabine. I am writing a story about you. I plan to finish tonight and if you would like, you can read it. However, it is sexual, and if you are uncomfortable with that, then I will write the story but keep it for myself. I will return to the lobby around 10pm. If you want to read the story, tell me how to get it to you. To be clear, I have no expectations of you... just giving you the chance to understand how others might see you. Jack." Then, for the next 30 minutes or so, I laboriously translated it into German. I'm sure it wasn't accurate, with the right sentence structure, but at least it was something. I hand wrote a note using the translation along with paper that the hotel supplied, wrote her name on it, and somehow managed the courage to step out the door. I made it down the stairs without stumbling, amazingly, and kind of tripped into the lobby. There she was, working away, nobody else at the counter. Hell with it. Perspiring, butterflies tearing about my nerves, I strode up to the desk and put down the pen with the note placed under the clip. "Danke schoon," I did my best in German, thanking her for the pen. "Bitte schoon," Sabine responded, the customary response, looking curiously at the folded paper. "Fur dich, aber... read it later," I said, mixing up my German and English. I knew how to say it was for her but, well, I couldn't remember the word for "read." Why didn't I take more German classes? "OK," she said, picking up the paper and putting it into her pocket. "Danke?" Was that a question or just the way it should be said in German? I ran up to my room about at the speed of light, fearful of her or anyone else catching up to me, wondering what might happen next. Next. Shit. Now I have to actually write something. It was late, but I had to get started. I had appointments the next day, so I looked around for the clock - nothing. I looked around for the phone – there it was, but it didn't have a wake-up button on it. There was a pamphlet there, though and, after skimming it, I found out how to set up a wake-up call: through the front desk. Voila! There was the premise for my story!! And Voila! I was freaked out!! I still had to set the wake-up call, which required me to go back downstairs and talk to Sabine. After 20 minutes of working up the courage, I peeked out of my room, walked out and looked over the balcony. Not there, some guy. Whew! I hustled downstairs, set the wake-up time, and bolted right back up. Though I was relieved she wasn't there, I was also disappointed that I didn't get to see her. Flying Shy Touches Down But now it was time to get to work. It took about four hours, but I had a pretty good story. The premise started with a guy going to a hotel, staffed by a stunning front desk clerk. He is too scared to talk to her, so he writes her a sexually charged story about how she gives him a wake-up call as part of her duties. (I had noticed in the hotel pamphlet an interesting phrase, "This hotel can give you information and personal services on the following extra services..." which listed, among other things, the wake-up call.) He gives it to her hoping she gets the heavy-handed hint in the story. She reads the story several times, and because the story is about her, she gets more excited each time she reads it, to the point of masturbating to orgasm. She decides to make the story a reality, and wakes him up on his last day for a thrilling romp. I read it over, making adjustments, cutting here and there, until finally I had it in pretty good shape, at least I thought so. "Ring-Ring" went the phone. I nearly went in my pants. Crap! I had a full day of work ahead, and I hadn't gotten any sleep. Tea and coffee, here I come caffeine! Somehow I managed through the day, thinking once in a while about Sabine, but primarily concentrating on the work. Dan and I did well, and we ended the day a bit early, thank goodness. Dan wanted to go for food and a beer, and I begrudgingly accepted. We ended up being out until 9:30pm - boy, could he drink and man, was I tired. When we got back to the hotel, Sabine wasn't at the front desk, and so I set the next day's wake-up call at the front desk and wandered upstairs, wondering when I'd have the answer to whether she'd like to read the story about her. I'm sure I fell asleep within 30 seconds of hitting the pillow and, although I briefly thought about stroking myself, I don't think my hand even made it down there. Poor Mr. Happy... The wake-up call came and I definitely felt better than the day before, more alert and ready to go. After breakfast, on our way to our first meeting, Dan mentioned that I had dozed off in one of the meetings the day before, and that everyone got a good chuckle. I blushed red – holy shit. Seeing my concern, he went on to say that it probably made the relationship better, as he had explained how much time I'd been putting in for them (which was true). Dan said they appreciated the effort, and I felt much better, though I was still embarrassed. As we went through the day, planning for our trip back to the states the next day, at some point Dan said he wasn't in the mood for drinking beer since he had to catch a red-eye that night. At about 6pm, we grabbed a quick bite to eat at the end of the day and headed back to the hotel. On arrival, I saw Sabine glancing at me furtively as we walked through the door. Oh boy, here we go. Dan kept walking to the elevator, and when he turned after punching the button, raised his hands as if he was asking me if I was coming or not. I slowly walked over and stopped in front of him. "Hey, I'm going to grab some coffee and work a bit," I said. "My flight doesn't leave until 2pm tomorrow, so I'm going to finish up a few of the installation details, write that one algorithm, and catch up some email. I'll either see you on your way out or when we get back home. OK?" "Sure thing, man," Dan replied, and was off to his room to pack. I looked at Sabine. One of the strands of her hair had managed to wriggle free from her tight bun, and it was teasing her cheek with a bit of curl. Damn, she was so fucking beautiful. I cautiously walked over, and stopped at the front of the desk. "Well?" I asked. I couldn't even fathom trying to ask that in German. "Yes, please," she whispered back, looking from left to right. I'm not sure if she was concerned about being caught by her co-worker, or about a customer coming through the turnstile front door, but when she looked back at me with those green eyes, I about lost it. "Uh, Okay, then. Um, I'll be back in a few minutes." I'm sure I could have beaten a cheetah up the stairs. I grabbed the story that I had printed earlier that day at a copy shop, and headed back down. Then, I stopped in my tracks: she had three customers in line. She shrugged her shoulders at me, gave me a little smile, and went back to her customer. I slumped, went back upstairs, grabbed my laptop, made it back downstairs, and found she now had five people to help. Go figure! So I sat down in the chair and flipped the lid, intent on getting through as many emails as possible so I wouldn't have the workload when I got home. Two hours, and a lot of work, later, I hear this, "tick, tick, tick" by my foot and I look up to see Sabine grinning down at me, hands on her hips impatiently tapping her toe as if she had been waiting forever. "Hello," I stammered. "Hello," she replied, "Do you have my story?" "Yes, I do," I eeked out, and handed her the stack of stapled paper. She grabbed it and walked off, rolling it in her hand as she went. I watched her every move as she went, especially when she bent over to open up a bag to put the story in. I could've sworn she was teasing me, because she was bent over far too long and waving her ass around. Wow – now I had fodder to think that maybe my fantasy could come true. A small chance, but I felt it was worth the time and effort I had put into it. I closed my laptop, walked to the front desk away from where she was, and stared at her as she walked over to me. "My I please have a wake-up call at 7am?" I asked. "Yes, I will set that up for you," she said. Then, leaning in, she whispered, "I don't know what is in the letter, but I've been thinking about it since you gave me the note. I look forward to seeing how you've written me in the story." I could smell the light scent of mint coming from her breath, and then the heavier scent of lilac perfume lingering from her neckline. I could feel the heat from her skin - she was that close. As much as I wanted to reach out and touch her right then and there, I backed away from the desk and nodded, smiling, not saying a word. I felt dazed as I walked back to my room, wondering if it were even quite possible for this to come true. Do I make up the room? Do I strip down naked? Do I stay up all night? I wasn't sure quite what to do. Then it dawned on me – there is no way she'd go for this whole thing. She might be interested in seeing how I put her in the story, but I'm just a regular guy. She had to have someone else, I now realized. I exhaled deeply, took off everything except my underwear, and crawled in to bed. I was satisfied that I at least I had been bold enough to do what I'd done, and felt more confident than I had ever felt. It would have been awesome for the story to come true, and I was a bit disappointed that more than likely nothing would happen, but I was happy. I dozed off to sleep with her in my dreams. I didn't hear the door open at 6:55am the next morning. I didn't hear Sabine gently sliding off her overcoat that she had used to disguise herself in order to look like a guest and, incognito, sneak into the hotel. I didn't even feel her lift the sheets to climb into bed next to me. But boy did I feel when her hand reached around and slid up my chest. "Whoa!" I yelped, sitting upright, covering my chest with my hands like a woman who just lost her swimsuit top in a cold pool. She slowly sat up, smiling. I looked down: her breasts were encased in a beautiful light blue two-tone bra that pushed up each globe invitingly. I looked back up, feeling her eyes roam over me, and though I was nervous, I felt good about being in at least decent shape for her gaze. "Isn't this what you wanted, a wake-up call?" she queried, eyes filled with a teasingly brilliant sparkle. "More than you could even imagine," I replied, looking into her eyes. Eyes locked to hers, I cautiously leaned forward and our lips met for the first time. Soft, buttery tenderness pressed against my lips, like flower petals touched with rain in the afternoon. I raised my hand to her cheek, feeling her jawline with my fingers and palm. I lifted my thumb to touch her lips, replacing my own to feel the delicacy of what had just electrified me, each ridge, every curve, amazed at how firm but giving each was, parted slightly but not yet open for exploration. I pulled back, while sliding my hand lightly over her ear, and through her hair that was free from the work style I had always seen. "Is it OK for me to take a second and brush my teeth?" I asked. "You damn well better, dragon breath," she responded, playfully slapping my ass as I got up and headed toward the bathroom. Sabine pulled the covers up to her chin, giggling and winking at me as I left her sight. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was in shock. I managed to find my brush and have a go at ridding myself of the morning breath. Then I went to take a quick pee – it was morning after all and I hadn't woken up even to Sabine climbing into bed. But there was a problem – I had a raging hard-on and I couldn't go standing up. So I sat down and bent forward, as much as possible, so I could keep the pee inside the toilet, and pushed down. "Ow!" I yelped, as the stream started to flow and I had to push down even harder. "What are you doing in there, sticking the toothbrush up your nose?" she laughed. "No... um... I'm just trying to relieve myself." I responded. "I thought that was my job," she giggled God, could she make it any harder? Wasn't it enough that I was trying to go to the bathroom fully engorged while a nearly complete stranger was lying almost naked in MY bed in MY room? And a beautiful woman on top of that? Somehow, I managed to finish, flush, wash my hands, and with my briefs still on headed back to the bed. "Aww," she pouted, "you still have your underwear on! Maybe I do, and maybe I don't..." "I can't wait to find out," I stammered, still blown away by the fact that she was there. She was propped up on one arm, seemingly naked as I couldn't see a bra strap on her exposed shoulder. Her smile was captivating, face resting in her hand, with her hair flowing gently down to the bed into a soft pool. I tentatively climbed in, shifting ever closer to her, until I could feel her knees. Looking into her eyes, I reached down under the covers to where we were touching and slowly slid my hand up her thigh. I felt her panties, a thin line of fabric at best, as I reached her hip, and gently toyed with them a moment, smiling. She smiled. I melted - again. Then I continued up her hip, along her ribs, and grazed her still-covered breast as I finished my sweep along her shoulder and rested my hand on her neck, gently massaging her skin. "I'm glad you left them on," I said, leaning in to Sabine, taking in the sight of her porcelain skin, dusted lightly with peach-pink color. We embraced in our second kiss, and I sensed just a bit of urgency – mine or hers I didn't know – and felt her hand along my thigh, and then hip. She pulled back until our mouths parted, sighing with her eyes closed, squeezing my thigh. She was so delightfully beautiful. "I am too. Your touch on my neck feels so good – how do you say, the massage? I have been tense all night, wondering if I should actually come here this morning. Could you do that to the rest of me?" she asked. "I would love to," I quickly responded. And man I was serious. I loved giving massages – it gave me an opportunity to use the strength of my hands, which I didn't always get to do every day being a computer geek. Moreover, giving a massage was one of my aphrodisiacs: it heightened my awareness of who I was with, it turned me on to be in control of the person beneath me, and I got the opportunity to touch and see responses and reactions. Most of all, I almost always found that the object of my efforts generally ended up wet and ready sex – a win-win for both of us. I pushed her hair back and away from her face, brushing by her hear with hot breath a tender nibble, and rolled her over on to her stomach while I kicked my leg over and straddled her. "You ready?" I whispered. "Damn straight," she chirped, wiggling her ass beneath me. I nearly fainted from her grinding my crotch, making me poke out just above the band of my briefs. I started by grasping her hands, moving them up above her head. I interlaced my fingers with hers, and leaned down to put my chest along her back, leaning up and sideways to give her a kiss. She arched and reached back to meet my touch, and our tongues gently exploring for a moment. I reluctantly sat back up and slid my fingers slowly along her arms up to her shoulders. I kneaded slowly for several minutes, enjoying the touch of her skin, feeling the tenseness in her muscles start to fade. She moved her arms back along her side, and I playfully dug my fingernails in a bit. I had forgotten to cut them and they had grown a bit longer than normal, so her skin was left with light red lines as I teasingly raked my fingers down her back to her bra line. She jumped a bit but I could sense she enjoyed the sensation. I used my thumbs to massage the muscles along her spine, going slowly up to the base of her neck and then back down to the fabric several times. I stopped, unclasping her bra, and moved the straps aside so I could really get to work. Sabine had a beautiful back, strong but feminine, and I started moving up, and down, sideways, and in circles. I worked my hands and her back for about ten minutes until I ended up at her neckline, drawing my fingers through her hair. "Are you stopping?" she breathed out with a sexy tone. "Nope," I responded, "I'm just changing my target." I flipped around so that I was straddling the small of her back, and moved the sheets down so they were just covering her feet. My god she had a wonderful ass, heart shaped with great legs stretching beneath. I started by working her calves, pushing this way and that, squeezing, lightly scratching, kneading. I moved up to her legs, purposefully avoiding her inner thighs, rolling her muscles, working her skin. I started in earnest on her butt, not sure if I was simply fondling to my heart's content or actually doing any kind of massage, but hell, I didn't care. After a bit, I started to focus right near her sex. She was breathing more heavily now, moving at my touch, arching now and then, almost purring every so often. I rested for a second. "Hey," she cooed, "don't stop." "I'm not," I said strongly, which surprised me a bit, "I'm going to flip you over and work you some more." I turned around, straddling her as I had in the first position, and lifted my leg up while flipping her over. On her back, she smiled at me and placed her hands on my legs. I sat on her lap, with my testicles nestling in her crotch. The movement had not quite exposed her breasts, but the bra was loose and I reached down to move it aside, revealing her fully. Could I get any harder at this point? I reached down with both hands, resting between her breasts, and pressed down into her chest and up to her neck. Back down, and up, and down again a number of times until I couldn't stand it anymore and just had to feel her chest fully. I rounded my hands beneath each breast, leaving my thumb free to lightly touch each nipple, working my way around as if each were a circle to be used like a large pair of binoculars. She moaned and closed her eyes at my touching, teasing, until she started to part her legs beneath me. "God, I want you," she let out with a slight guttural tone. "I'm sure I wouldn't last long," I admitted, as I knowingly glanced down at the erection popping out of my briefs. "Had I known or thought you would actually show up I might have prepared by, um, well, taking care of myself so that I could last longer." She giggled. I leaned down so that my mouth was right next to her ear and whispered, "What I would love is to go down on you before taking you." No sooner had she heard that, Sabine closed her legs, sat up enough to yank down her underwear to her knees, pulled them off with her foot, and opened her legs while pulling up her knees. She looked up at me with a sheepish grin. "That sounds awesome," she blurted, almost as if she were hoping my offer. "I hear that older men really know how to use their tongues, and I've never had the right opportunity to see if it was true. God I was hoping that you'd be interested in doing that." Music to my ears. I loved oral sex. Loved it! I smiled one of my shit-eating grins and bent down to kiss her. We locked lips and passionately fondled lips, tongues, teeth, and mouths until I broke free. I started kissing her cheek, her neck, her ear, her neck, her shoulder, her upper chest, until I reached her breast, kissing around the areole for a bit. Hesitating for a moment, I zeroed in and placed my mouth fully over her nipple, pulling it into my mouth and gently holding it between my teeth. Sabine's reaction was amazing, squirming, with an audible gasp. She grabbed and clenched fists of my hair while I worked my tongue around her nipple again, and again, and again. I let go, and she lessened her grip on me. But I knew where I was going – to the other side. Again, she grasped firmly and I worked her breast until I was ready to move. Down I went, giving butterfly kisses as I went, following her ribs, her hip, over across her belly button, and over to her other hip, then back again. I had been sliding down between her legs this entire time, and her legs seemed to open more and more as I went. As I reached her pubic bone, I stopped and pulled away from a kiss for a moment to look at her. Now I've never thought a woman's parts were "beautiful" but hers was really something to behold. She was proportionate, glistening with wetness, her labia begging for attention just above her opening. I was in bliss and ready to go. I reached down with my mouth, and kissed one side, letting my tongue out slowly to lick upwards. Then the other side, and back and forth, going closer and closer to the middle each time. She was breathing heavily at this point, and I knew that it wouldn't take long for her unless I made it longer. Would I prolong her release, or would I give it to her straight away? Pondering for a moment, I decided to prolong her release so that she could have a big one. I paused for a moment, before slowly, gently, placing my mouth full on her labia. She arched her back and moaned loudly, pushing her sex fully against my mouth and tongue. I licked up, slowly, with my mouth still fully engaged. "Oh my god," she groaned, "don't stop. Keep going, Jack, that feels so good! I want to cum." "Sorry," I teased, "but this might take a while." She bucked, I'm not sure it was out of upset, or anticipation, but she opened even wider for me. I placed my mouth on her again, but this time pulling her into my mouth, rubbing my tongue quickly a moment or two, and then releasing. She was so close, but I was determined to make it last. I pulled back and placed the breadth of my tongue full on her and slowly lifted my head up along her labia, knowing it would feel good but not give her the stimulation to come. I worked her this way for several minutes before lifting my hand up to slide a finger inside. Unbelievably wet, so ready, and I slowly went in and out while working her with the length and breadth of my tongue. Sabine was moving more urgently now, and her breaths were shorter. She was crying out in low tones, mixing her German and English together. I knew it was time for the finish – my god she was awesome! While continuing with my tongue, I slowly added another finger, and shifted slightly to take her into my mouth again. Pulling in like I was sucking her breast, I worked my tongue along her labia with rhythmic strokes. I reached up to her breast with my free hand and squeezed while softly pinching her nipple. That was it – she lost it. She stopped breathing for a moment, clenched her legs together while lifting her torso, and me, off the bed. Then she went back down and bucked against me, holding my head like a vice, clamped in while she came like a volcano. Flying Shy Touches Down Her orgasm slowly subsided, and as her legs lessened their grip I lifted my head, and asked, "Well, how do us old farts do?" "Holy shit, holy shit, god damn good, fucking awesome," she said in between breaths. She opened her legs further and I looked up at her. She was perspiring, beautifully I might add, and her nipples were hard, poking out from her breasts. She had a glow that absolutely suited her, and fired me up. Honestly I was surprised that I had lasted through her orgasm, nearly grinding myself into the bed to orgasm. "I want you on top. I want to look at you and hopefully last a little longer than 5 seconds," I teased, rolling over on to my back, tired from having worked her for so long, urging her to get on top of me. She rolled against me and threw one of her legs over my hips, straddling me. "How about I just stroke you like this," she said, inching back and forth along my length, teasing me, and making me go crazy. I reached up to her breast, and grasped it fully, pinching her nipple more strongly that I had before. "Hmmm," she responded, "I see you like that, but I know that you want more." Sliding up further, she reached behind her, grabbing me beneath her, and placing me at her entrance. It took nearly all my willpower to not thrust up and bury myself in her. She slowly took me in, maybe because she was sensitive or wanted to tease me as well, I don't know but it was excruciating. I slid my free hand around to the back of her ass, grabbing it fully while still working her breast in the other hand. I was about halfway in when nature started taking over. I thrust forward off the bed and sunk fully into her. "Ohh," she moaned, "that feels good, doesn't it." "Uh huh," was about all I could stammer, as I began to use her body to glide me in and out. She started moving her hips back and forth, grinding me each time I was fully in. She placed her hands on my chest, and began pinching my nipples playfully, squeezing my skin in her hands. I was about to blow. "I can't last much longer, Sabine." I gasped. "I can pull out or let loose..." "Fuck that," she interrupted, "I want to feel you blast me inside. I want to feel your cum load me up. I have things covered, if you know what I mean." I did too, though I didn't have the time to tell her as I felt the roiling churning sensation shoot like a lightning bolt out of me, and I came so hard I nearly fainted, shooting squirt after squirt into her, grasping the checks of her ass and holding her on me tightly. She kept moving, gently, slowly, feeling me deflate inside her. "That was amazing," I finally said, coming out of the fog. "It was for me too," Sabine replied, twisting my hair. "I loved just watching you, not having to worry about trying to cum at the same time as other men expect." She rolled off, leaving a trail of cum on my stomach but keeping most of it inside. I lay on my back, and she settled next to me with her leg over me, slowly stroking my chest as her head lay in the crook of my arm and neck. "I was surprised you came to my room," I said finally, feeling her check and tousling her hair. "Well I'm glad you didn't kick me out," Sabine chuckled. "I'm also really glad you wrote the letter – it was amazing. I came twice touching myself before I decided to make your story come true, at least in some way." Mr. Happy twitched at the thought, and she noticed. "I don't suppose you are up for another round," she teased. "I don't know, I'm an old man and you're a young vixen," I responded, "but I sure am willing to try." I leaned over and kissed her fully, imagining what I might be able to do now that I had shot my first round. "But let's leave some time for breakfast in the afternoon. I've already had breakfast this morning," I chuckled, looking down at her pubic area. We both laughed out loud and crumpled to the bed. She rolled over on her stomach, still laughing, with that beautiful ass jiggling and calling out to me, and the twinge in my groin just couldn't resist...