In Geneva, I sat at a café terrace along the promenade, looking at the lake. A tall middle-age man sat a few tables from me. He commented in French t...at I looked American. I said I was, but I continued to speak to him in French. He moved to my table. He looked like an actor, probably around 50. Very well-dressed. Nice face with a thin mustache. He asked personal questions about my trip and I asked him some about where he lived. He pointed to the hotel next to the café. He wasn’t a tourist. He. Fixing my composure I pretended to pay attention while imagining the girl looking for a great opportunity to run away."Oh, well do you think I could wait here and see if she comes by?" a bit of sadness and a lot of embarrassment in his voice.Knowing that if let the guy stay the girl would have to hide out in the bathroom for who knows how long and I couldn‘t allow that."I'm sorry but I'm closing" I answered."But your sign says you close in 2 more hours" the guy said a bit frustrated now"I'm. ”“No, thank you!” I said. “You were amazing.”“The water's getting cooler,” she said.“I hadn't noticed,” I replied.“Let's clean up and go to bed.”“Okay,” I replied, reluctantly allowing my softening cock to fall from her glorious ass.When we got out of the tub, I realized I hadn't gotten any clothes out for us to wear to bed. As I toweled off, I said, “The hair dryer's in the cupboard below the sink. I'll go and find some clothes for us.”“Just turn on the electric blanket,” she said. “I don't. But then you spot the bar and while your mates find a table you head over to the bar to order drinks. After telling the bartender what you want, you turn back to the room. There’s some strange undercurrent here, you think, it’s giving you a weird vibe and a cold chill. But then the bartender grunts letting you know your orders ready. You grab the drinks and head over to your friends forgetting about the weirdness in the air. As you head back over to your friends, on the other side of the room,.