He took care of business at the front desk and pocketed two keys to room 711. With another long look at the blonde beauty awaiting him he strode thro...gh the glass doors. She saw him in the bar mirror and swiveled around to greet him. He opened his arms and gathered her while she stayed in her seat. ‘Its been so long.’ ‘God, you feel so good.’ He pecked her on the cheek as they held the hug. ‘I can’t wait to give you a real kiss,’ he whispered. ‘A passionate kiss,’ she breathlessly asked? ‘You. Thumbs under the band of my panties, sliding them down. I lift my hips to help.After they are gone, I feel your eyes, looking at me. Again, I spread my legs,inviting you, needing you to touch me. I await your touch eagerly, but instead,I feel the hot wax begin to drip again, this time in a line from my belly down,slowly. I flinch at each, moving my body, trying to get away, but unable togo far. I finally manage to roll onto my side, at which point a get a healthysmack on my ass. I quickly lay. Ilka was unlike any woman Joerg had ever met. She had grown up in Prague, one of the centres of civilisation. Her childhood had been spent in a large burgher's home, as the daughter of the cook, and she knew all about fine cooking. Joerg let her order food for their supper, and she spent time to explain the merits of food items. Once the food arrived, she corrected his table manners good-naturedly.He put up with it in a mixture of comical annoyance and eagerness. He was eager to learn about. She left that day a very, very happy lady and palmed me her mobile number, though I haven’t been back there ... yet.I was soon seeing Sal, and hence her family, on a regular basis and started picking up vibes, for want of a better word, that my lust for Mary might just be reciprocated. But, being young and a bit naïve, was too unsure of myself to actually do anything about it. Not that I had the opportunity, the house was normally full of family and Sal was always there. Still, it was obvious.