They was from the czech republic and the son was 17 years old.We talked for a while and she asked if I will go to the wellness area today, and I said ...robably. We talked a bit more ans soonI was ready to leave. Went up to the room and switched to the bathrobe, and went downtothe wellness area. When I entered the danish couple was inthe pool, and I went to the showers.I was so thrilled to show my shaved pussy, and I almost came just by taking the bathrobe off. I went into the sauna and laid down. I felt his hands slide under my arms, his long fingers lifting each of my breasts, the fingernails stroking my eager nipples. I leaned back against him watching those fingers feeling them on my taught skin. Those eyes held me and I saw and felt his hand slide down the flat tense plain of my stomach, and knowing what his hand would find as the fingers slid over my smooth waxed pubis. He stroked me for a moment. He bent me towards the sink, my breasts hanging down, and my face watching my alto. I could feel the sharp pierce of his gaze. I didn’t look up. I expected him to say something. To do something. To touch me or comment on our encounter. He opted simply to sit on a nearby chair and continue his observation of me. It was harder now to avoid his eyes, as his seat brought him just about my line of vision. I took the opportunity to study him in return. His nose was straight and formed in an elegant, angular shape. His eyes were dark and liquid, his lips light brown and standard. The. You and me,” she stammered.“Do you still like him?” I asked, cutting through the bullshit.“Yeah,” she said and looked down at her twisting fingers.“Maybe it’s real, Bee. I never expected to find what I did with Sam. Maybe he’s your Sam. What kind of person would I be to stop you from finding out?”That made her eyes fill with tears. “I never meant to hurt you.”“It was my fault. I assumed you were serious about being my girlfriend.” The sad smile I gave her was answered with a hug.“I thought we.