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Finally the disks of cucumber are take off my face and my body is liberated from the tighlty wrapped towels. After going through a quick beauty treatment and the sauna, I was wrapped in warm towels, my eyes covered and my ears filled soothing, calming Sufi music. Though I tried to relax during those 30 minutes, I also noticed the clock on my way to the sauna, knowing the time is nearing. That made it more difficult to immerse myself in the tight wrap and soft music and the disks of cucumber kept sliding around on my eyes as I kept blinking. As I get up and slide into the opened robe, not noticing the blush on the girl’s face as se holds it open for me, I rub my eyes, taking care of the itch and tickles the cucumber evoked. The girl takes my arm and gently but with a sense of urgency, pushes me out the window and to my own room.
My hair cut, my face and lower body shaved smooth, scented and powdered I step through the door of my room, finding another girl that already has gotten my raiment in her hands. Without a word spoken, I take off the robe and slip into a pair of white briefs, decorated with embroided vines and creepers. I slip my arms into the raiment and the girls close the robe around my waist with a wide belt with silver buckle, decorated with a rose. The centerpiece of my outfit. The soft linnen fits my body perfectly and I can move freely, the soft fabric keeping my body heat close to my body. Leather straps are bound aruond my wrists, a leather chord with an agate, set in a golden hanger is tied around my neck, a vine wreath is set on my head, crowning my hair. A mirror is brough to me and I am astounded with what I see. A smile curls my lips as the raiment seems to suit me perfectly. Then a knock on the door.
“Mr Weaver, it is time to go”
I look around at the girls, that are staring at me with amazement, almost shyly. I get a bit embarrassed and quickly ask them if anything else is needed for my appareance. # shaking heads answer me and with a deep bow I honor their work. With a graceful gesture of my hand, I leave the room and follow the assistant to the front of the spa, where the limousine is already waiting. As I slide in, I catch a sweet scent, lilacs, roses and honeysuckle. She’s been in this car. I close my eyes as I draw a deep breath, trying to focus on her scent. But it is faint and it soon mixes in with my own fragranted skin. The glass between the driver and the cabin in the bnack slides down and the driver turns his head.
“Ready mr Weaver? It’s a short drive, we’ll be there soon. Keep your eyes in the direction of the sea”
I nod and the car slowly drives off. Smooth and silent it whizzes through the countryside, the trees and fields moving past in a blur. I keep my eyes looking at the east, scouring the horison. Finally I notice a high shape in the air, still a few miles away. But where I expected to see the rounded tower of the lightouse, my eyes can only make out a squared pillar. The closer we get, the more details I see and I notice scaffolding around the tower, covered with black plastic, concealing the tower underneath. The small island on which the lighthouse is built, is also fenced with black plastic walls, high enough to prevent peeping toms, but low enough to keep most of the evening sky free of obstruction. The road now runs along the shore and I see the islanf getting closer and closer, the glistening of the wet causeway as the setting suns casts its diminishing light. The car turns onto the causeway, just a few inches between the wheel and the edge of the access road, then it halts at the gate. The window slides down again and the driver smiles.
“We have arrived mr Weaver. Enjoy your evening.”
The door of the car pops open and the window slides up. Collecting my thoughts and myself, I sit idle on the seat of the car, then shrug my shoulders and step out. The gate ajar, from an unseen place soft sounds are mixing in with the sound of the waves, washing up against the rocky shore. Slowly I start to walk in, my head turning from left to right. As soon as I pass the gate, it shuts on its own but I ignore it happening. The soft tones change and turn into the melodic voice of a woman, the words cascading, collapsing into a whisper of promises. I take a few steps, the melody becoming louder and clearer, the wheatfield around me starting to wave in the breeze that kicks in as soon as I step onto the path. Step by step I get closer, the words now formed but incomprehensible to me, a language of old that I have never heard before.
Orange shadows and bursts of light bounce off the borders of the island, flames licking at the sky as I step onto the small courtyard, a fire roaring at the centre, a few trunks placed in front. And on one of them a white figure, the heat of the fire distorting her face and frame. As I step into the light of the fire, the sky now filled with reds, purples and deep blues, she raises her head from a sunken position, brown eyes meeting mine. As if I am being pulled forward by a rope around my waist, my eyes rush forward and my gaze is sucked into the mirrors of her soul. As our eyes connect, a deep sense of tranquility washes through me, a sense of coming home.
***
The day has gone so quickly, before she realises it, she is taking a cold shower after the hot sauna and feels every nerve end in her body come alive, her skin tingling intolerably for a few seconds, before it starts to warm and glow. When she has dried herself off and slipped back in to her robe, an assistant enters the sauna room and with a certain urgency, she is whisked out of the sauna and led into the hairdresser’s lounge. Her dress is waiting for her, as well as her lingerie, laid out over a sofa.
Besides the hairdresser and the beautician, 2 girls are present to help her get dressed. Directed to the chair, she releases all control tendencies and hands herself over to the hairdresser and beautician. The atmosphere is nice, laughing and jokes, the 4 girls knowing eachother intimately, dragging her along in their playful chatter, the subjects on the threshold of being naughty talk. Her mind is distracted from the evening for a little while, as they braid her hair and drape it around her head, forming a crown of blonde strands. Spring flowers are woven into her hair, and subtle make up is put on her face, keeping her appearance frsh, young, almost angelic. Her finger and toe nails manicured and painted in a soft, pinkish gloss, then she is helped into her lingerie.
She blushes as she feels the hands of the women around her slide over her body, her breasts gently held as she slips her hands through the straps of her bra, the soft tickle on the inside of her thighs as her panties are slipped on. She keeps still, her nailpolish still drying as well as commanded not to lift a finger. She is carefully helped into her dress, the ties and knots closed for her. Though putting the dress on is complicated, taking it off will only require her to pull on one strap, which will release all others, letting the dress slip fgrom her body and collect around her feet. She blushes as she looks at herself in the mirror, the last details dilligently perfected by the women in the room. Satisfied faces reflect in the mirror, as she turns on her toes, the dress swirling out widely, forming a whirling circle of fabric around her. The women applaud as she takes a few dancing steps, wanting to feel the dress on her as she moves. It is light as a feather and allows her body to remove freely,, although the bodice of the dress hugs her slides and bosom quite tightly.
“Ladies, excuse me. It is time for miss Souhait to leave for Whitley Bay in 5 minutes”
The knock on the door is followed by the deep voice of a man. Having had her eye on the clock for the past 30 minutes, she expected some kind of warning, but as it is announced, her heart starts pounding in her chest and her stomach squeezes into a tight knot. Her face flushes as the women gather around her, taking her in a circle and hugging her at the same time. Her voice stolen from her with the moment, she is released and with a tear in her eye, she walks towards the door. In a way she feels as a bride, taken away to wait for her grrom, the man of her dreams. Dressed that way, a ritual of fertility, courtship planned for the night, Suddenly she’s overwhelmed with a girlish gidishness that makes her giggle as she is escorted to a limousine. As she gets in, she smells the scent of coffee and the hint of a manly odor. But it is so faint, as soon as she concentrates on the smell, the scent is masked by her own perfume as it fills the cabin of the car.
Almost silently the engine is started and smoothly the car leaves the spa and leaves for the lighthouse. The distance is quickly covered and 45 minutes later they pull up to the gate at the end of the causeway. An assistant is waiting to help her out of the car and make sure she doesn’t tumble over into the sea. The causeway is still wet and she’s off balance for a second, before she clamps on to a strong arm. Carefully she’s guided inside as the limo backs up, returning to the spa for his next fare. She follows the path towards the small courtyard in fron of the lgithouse and finds a huge fire burning, still under constant care of the operational crew. As soon as the Target arrives, they will disapear, only to aid with putting on the suits for the booth. As she approaches the alter entrance to the tower, her boss exits the building and quickly walks towards her, both his hands extended. As he reaches her, he kisses both her hands, then takes a step back to look at her.
“Ella, you look enchanting. Your inner beauty is giving your outer beauty an extra glow”
“Thank you sir, you are too kind”
Blushing she accepts his compliments, feeling strangely secure about her appearance, the dress and make up, the pampering. All the effort she put in herself to make this the perfect night make her confident, proud, a sense of control flows back into her after having it left behind at the spa. This is her night, she has prepared for it and is prepared for it. As strength and pride fill her veins, her body straigtens and an inner glow shines through her skin, radiating outwards, transluscent threads of energy reaching out along the fading sky. Graciously she walks towards the fire and sits down on the log that is put in front of it. She folds her hands in her lap and starts to humm the welcoming song, memorised, mebedded in her heart as it enchants her each time she sings it.
***
It’s midnight, a brisk breeze makes my hair wave. Tears collecting in the corners of my eyes as the cold wind blows through my clothes. I don’t have much on as directed in the document I received a few nights before. I postponed reading it until the next morning, after an deep sleep. The long way on the highways, took it’s toll and I fell asleep like a log. The next morning, with coffee and cigarettes, I opened the folder and started reading. There wasn’t much in it. The date, time and gatenumber for my flight and advice on how to dress. Also included was the ritual of fertility, named Kupala, on which I read about on the internet. I take in the order of the ritual, the fire first, then the bathing, then the search in the forests, for the girl and the flower of the fern. Is that what is waiting for me? The ritual of fertility?’. I smile, liking the idea of such a fantasy made real.
The engine of the small jetplane start to roar and a stewardess opens the door and waves me closer to the entrance. As here is noone else around. I walk up to the plane and step inside. The stewardess shows me the seat and buckles me in herself, pressing her sexy body tightly against me as she leans in. My nerves already under diresse, react and within seconds I have tight pants. She smiles as she sees my discomforted face and leaves the cabin, checking in on the pilot. I adjust myself and close my eyes, trying to calm myself, nerves high strung, ready for the plane to take off. The stewardess comes back and straps herself in across from me, her long, slender legs slightly parted, allowing me a peek on her whuite, silk panties. As I am pressed into the back of the chair, she if pushed forward, the jacket of her uniform tightening arund her perky breasts as she leans forward.
Within a few minutes the plane levels off and the stewardess unstraps herself slowly, her seductive smile curling her lips, each move calculated and aimed at stimulating my sexual desire. My body reacts to her, but my mind is fixated on one person only. Ella… Since finding out her name, it kept echoing in my head, pronouncing the sounds of each letter in lost moments, even waking up after or during the intense sexual dreams I’ve had lately, her name slipping from my throat unconsciously. Somehow I still feel the sense of connection that started when I had that dream. The dream of transluscent threads of energy capsulated me and bound me to her. Feel that trickle of her being blent in with my essence, stirring up the inner peace I had found with being on my own. But the moment I looked into her eyes, that peace was disturbed. From that moment on, it was certain we would meet again, somehow.
The stewardess moves to the pantry of the plane and returns with a plate of tit bits and a glass of champagne. She slides into the seat next to me and places the plate on her thighs, hading me the glass. She takes a small cracker with prawn salad and feeds it to me, leaning in to suck some of the cream off my lips, her chest pressing into mine. As she release, a soft moan is emitted from her throat and her eyes are sparkling. Bit by bit she feeds me the small snack, intentionally messing on my lips of chin, so she can suck my skin clean with her lips. When the plate is empty, she gets up and moves very close past me to put the plate away, returning with a second glass and toasting with me. As I drink, I feel her hand slide over my thigh towards the tightness of my pants. But with a soft gesture, I stop her hand and place it on her own thigh.
“Tess, you are a very attractive girl and I am sure that you would lead me to heights I can’t imagine right now. But I am a few hours away from meeting a very special lady. And I am bound to her”
“Ofcourse sir, I understand. I’ve been ordered to tease and seduce, give in if you wanted, to your sexual desires. But I am glad you are taking the final night this seriously. I’ll spend the rest of the flight with the pilot, if that is what you wish.”
“I don’t mind enjoying your company Tess and you are welcome to stay”
“Maybe it is better if you got some rest, sir. You will need all your energy for tonight. I will get you a blanket”
She moves to the back of the plane, as I search for the button to lean the chair back. Just as she returns and leans against the back, it suddenly reclines and she falls on top of me. Her soft, warm, voloptuous body presses into me firmly and for a second I feel my lust flare up, the promises made to myself, about to be broken. But quickly she regains her balance and stand back up, folding the blanket open and draping it over me. With a sweet, almost disappointed smile, she looks over her shoulder and disappears inside the cockpit, the light in the cabin dimming slowly. A little buzz making me light headed and quickly I drift off to sleep, only to be awakened a few hours later by the soft whispers of Tess.
“Sir, wake up. We will be landing shortly and you need to sit upright and get buckled in.”
With quick, experienced moves she helps me up in my chair and again buckles me personally, her hands now sweeping over over my crotcgh, my erection still there as again I was immersed in a passionate sexual dream with Ella. She blushes, looking longingly at me, then raises herself and sits in the chair across from me. Again she straps herself in but keeps her legs closed this time, looking outside the window to estimate our height and speed of descent. Her eyes squint a little just before the wheels hit the tarmac and the plane starts shaking as it rolls down the runway and finds a private gate at the back of Edinburgh Airport. In front of the small building is a limosine parked and a driver stands, formally dressed, at the opened door. The plane comes to a stop and I unbuckle myself while Tess opens the door and lowers the small stpes down. As I pass, she holds me back with her hand and places a soft kiss on my cheek, whispering a few words in my ear.
“Have fun mr Weaver, she’s a lucky girl”
“Thank you Tess, I hope so”
I step out of the plane, the sun burning brightly at the sky, just passed its highest point and already sinking towards the horizon. I look at my watch, 7:15 am. ‘I have to add 6 hours..’. That makes it quarter past one. I quickly towards the limosiine where the driver is still waiting patiently, silent as I enter the car and sit down. Still a bit drousy from my long nap, I shrug my shoulders and rub my eyes. As I look at the middle console, I see a paper cup with plastic lid, the car smelling suspiciously of coffee. The tinted window seperating the back from the front of the car slides down, and the drivers turns his head back.
“Compliments of mr Liska, mr Weaver. He suggested I´d have coffee for you ready. There is extra sugar underneath the cup. The trip will take about 3 hours, so sit back and enjoy the ride.”
I smile, take the cup in my hand and add plenty of sugar. It’s a huge cup and after stirring and tasting, I add more to bring it to the right level of sweetness. While adding sugar, I didn’t notice the car starting to move, but as I cast a look outside, I see the airport disappearing behind us. Soon we mix in with the speeding traffic on the highway and through the tinted windows I notice the attraction the black limo gets. At first conscious, worried of being seen, but after pulling some funny faces to passing cars, I feel safe enough to just sit back and relax, enjoying the view of never ending pastures and wheat fields, alternating with woods and forest on undulating hills. The smooth ride of the car allows my nerves to settle a little and before I know it, we pull up into a driveway, leading to a spa. I flip a small mirror down in the car and look at myself. A smirk, then flipping the mirror back. I could have used a few minutes on my appearnace before going here. But the schedule showed a visit to the spa, so I gambled and I will know now if I have won.
A gorgeous, middle aged woman waits at the entrance of the spa, her figure of a late twenties girl, though the small wrinkles around her eyes betray her being older. With a big, pearly white smile she welcomes me and grabs both my hands, letting me hold hers. Then she turns and takes me inside, walking me through a few corridors to my room. As I let my eyes drift through the rooms of the spa, I see a woman slip out of the sauna area from the corner of my eye. I halt, look again but she has disappeared. A tingle in my spine, the feeling I know her.
But I am taken by my hand again and brought to my room at double speed. As the manager shows me the room quickly, I am informed of the schedule for the next 4 hours. Facial, manicure, pedicure, sauna and a massage, before my hair is cut, I am shaved and bathed,. Then I will be dressed. She opens the door to the cupboard and I see a white, linnen raiment. I giggle, but then push the nerveousness away. Intend on following the script of the fertility ritual, I prepare myself for the evening. I am left alone with the instructions to put on the robe and report to the sauna. Obedient I undress myself and slip into the robe, leaving the room and moving towards the sauna room, my heart beating, having seen that familiar figure.
***
“Ella, are you ready to go?”
A soft knock on the door, followed by the urgent voice of her boss, shakes her up and quickly she gathers the last things before she leaves her hotelroom. She’s spend the last night there and she packed all her things. A least sweep through her room and she is ready to leave. Her heart beats fast and butterflies are flying around in her stomach, the excitement increased to new levels as the final night is almost there. She’s prepared for it, knows the schedule for the night by heart, practiced her songs and dances and finished programming the booth.
Everything is in place and set up for the final night, the culmination of their efforts and she can’t shake the feeling this will be a night she will never forget. It will be either a huge succes, or the biggest disaster ever. As she closes the door to her room for the last time, her suitcase is taken from her hand by her boss. He takes it downstairs and hands it to the driver that will take them to the Spa. Mr Liska has been with her for the past two days, checking the last details with her and overseeing the tech that will operate the booth that night. His presence added both extra pressure, on top of the layers she installed herself, and created peace and focus on the site. That allowed them to finish ahead of schedule.
Klaus and his crew had left a day early, eager to return to their families. That night she didn’t sleep much, as Klaus said goodbye to the landlady in quite a loud fashion that lasted throughout the night. Qith bags under his eyes, but wth an enormeous smile on his face, he hugged her tightly when he said goodbye to her.
“Have fun Ella, we have done our best to make this as nice as possible for you.”
With a tear in her eye she said goodbye to him, knowing he put his heart into his work, more as usual. The result was there. The site looks amazing, definitly a new standard for the IUD. With proud eyes she turns her face towards the lighthouse as she drives off towards the Spa, her boss with his hands on his back remaining behind. The squared form is silhouetted by the setting sun, setting it ablaze in red and oranges, a promise for the following night. She leans back and looks out the window as the driver takes her to a spa, 30 miles away, but without really noticing anything, the landscape flashing by her in smudges and stripes.
She’s welcomed by the manager of the spa, a middle aged woman that looks late twenties. Though a bit overtanned to her taste, the woman is a walking billboard for the beauty spa, in perfect shape, the subtle make up pronouncing her best features. She follows the woman inside the
building and is brought to her room. A robe is waiting on her bed and she is asked to change and go to the massaging rooms for a relaxing body
massge, before she goes to sleep. As she opens the cupboard to put her suitcase away, she finds the dress for the next night, wrapped in a plastic cover. The shoes are underneath and on a planchet next to it, she finds the box with the jewelry she will wear. Mr Liska arranged everything perfectly and she lets go of her need for control. It is out of her hands, all she has to do now is focus on her role and on her partner.Every free moment in her mind, she has felt him near her. As if the threads of energy she casted at him in her dream, has made a real connection. When she closes her eyes, she can almost feel his heart beating, his lungs breathing, his eyes interlocking with hers. A few times she woke up in the middle of the night, her body drenched with sweat, the sheets beneath her moist with her arousal. The images of his arms around her, bodies intertwined with eachother, lustful, passionate love making. She was able to fight the urge to give in to her arousal, but caved in once, pelasuring herself to a shattering orgasm as she closed her eyes and immersed herself in the images of her dream. Since that night, the sexual energy has been building inside her body, up to a point where the touch of her bra, makes her sensitive nipples ache, the brush of the wind over her hair, making her blush.
She undresses, putting her clothes neatlky folded in the cupboard, and slips into the robe. She leaves the room, making sure it is locked tighly, before she walks through the corridor, towards the spa itself. She follows the signs and ends up at a small counter, the wall behind it lined with towels, oils and lotions. To the left she sees a few doors and she sees a table set up in a warm, cosey room through a door that is left open. Before her impatience hits her, a tall man exits the room witht he open door and walks up to her with a big smile. He extends his hand, the length and strength of his fingers striking, shaking hers with care. His grip firm but not crushing, subtly tugging her closer to the counter.
“miss uhm Souhait?”
“Yes, that is me. I was told to come here for a massage”
“But ofcourse, this is the massage area. It would be strange if you came her for a scrub?”
He giggles, his joke only amusing him but looks back at her with a serious look on his face. He reaches behind him and picks up a few fresh towels, then steps towards the empty room, inviting her with a graceful sweep of his arm.
“My name is Timothy, Tim for close friends. So please call me Tim. If you’d like to follow me and be so kind to undress behind the screen and put this towel around your torso?”
She nods quietly, takes the towel and disappears behind the screen. She leaves the robe on the clothing peg behind her and wraps the towel aorund herself. As she returns, Tim is fiddling with the sound system, the room filling with the soft sounds of rippling water, mixed in with the hypnotic sounds of Sufi music. Following his silent directions, she lays down on the table and leans her head against the opening in the base of the table. The soft ring pressed against her forehead and cheeks support her head as she allows her body to relax. In her mind she starts a routine, adressing all muscles in her head, telling them to relax and untense, moving from her scalp to her toes. Her body becomes soft as Tim starts to peel the towel away, leaving just her buttocks covered.
He rubs his hands vigorously, warming them before he pours a drizzle of oil on his palms. He places his hands on her shoulders and carefully starts to rub the oil into her skin, his sweeps and rubs along her muscles soothing them, the ligaments fluttering as the pressure on them is released. Her breath comes slower and deeper as she submits herself to the soft music and the warm hands massaging her back. Despite the relaxing nature of the expert massage, as his hands slide lower, the towel pulled down further down her buttocks, she feels tingles arise in her core, her excitement testing the strength of the lock that keeps in caged. Embarrassed by the sensation, she clenches her buttocks, trying to burry the feeling underneath layers of tention.
“No resistance miss Souhait?”
The tightening of her buttocks is rewarded with a slap on her butt, hard enough to feel a slight sting, but not enough to leave a mark on her skin. She turns startled, then sees the stern look on Tim’s face. His hands are resting in the hollow of her back, his groin is pressing against her hip as he stands next to her. As she tries to resist the look in his eyes and the feeling in her core, he starts to move his hands again, sensual, slow, caressing, brushing, petting, feeding the tingles in her core.
“I am not sure what you are thinking Tim, but don’t take this further”
Immediatly his hands stop moving and he steps away from the table and kneels in front of her, his face only inches away from hers. He locks his eyes in hers, demanding her attention.
“Miss Souhait, you are not the first woman that feels tingles inside her core. I ensure you, the massage is aimed to envoke that feeling. I ask you to let those feelings flow free through your body and mind. My task is to prepare you for a special night tomorrow and I can only accomplish that, if you are willing to release all restraints.”
His hands start moving as he resumes his postition next to her, following the curves of her body, touching and exploring her skin, the muscles of her back, the straight line of her spine. Each touch makes it more difficult for her to keep her need inside its locked cage. Each brush of his fingers brittle the lock, but still she is not ready to submit to her need. The sense of betrayal flares up and she starts to turn on the table, ready to leave the room. But then Tim moves his hands to her shoulders and neck, leans in and whispers.
“If it would make you feel more relaxed, even if I wanted, I could not answer your need. I am gay”
With a whimper she retreats her defenses as he touches that particular spot at her neck. Shivers run down her spine as her desire inflames inside her, setting her core on fire. She falls back to the table and lays still, submitting to the strong, gentle hands of Tim, letting her desire fill her whole body, brought to the brink of explosion when he reaches her toes, every inch of her skin tingling with the soft caresses of his fingers. Her breath has quickened and she pants as he turns her around on the table, her chest heaving, pushing her breasts up in the air. Her nipples hardened to pebbles, engorged and pronounced crowning her full mounts. Her inner thighs are slick and fragrant with the flow of juices that trickled from her sex, as the massage brought her close to climax. As she turns and opens her eyes, she sees the smile on Tim’s face, expressing his contentness about her submission.
He continues his massage in reversed order, starting at her feet, slowly working his way upwards, rubbing the fragrant oil into ever pore of her skin, he carefully evades her sensitive core as he massges her thighs and pelvis and only brushes his hands over her nipples and breasts as he moves to her face. Her body is on fire, balancing on the edge of bliss, the slightest breeze would tip her over. As his fingers move to her temples and rub in slow circles outwards, she slips her hand between her legs, touches her core, finds her climax and explodes.
Tim steps back as she starts to shake and tremble on the table, her outcry of pleasure muffled in her hand as she bites on the ball of her thumb, an automated gesture, allowing her to endure the waves of orgasmic pleasure, washing through her body. With her body flushed, her skin pink with the massage and the sense of satisfaction, she falls back to the table, her back arched, her hips tilted in the spasm of her orgasm. She opens her eyes and looks embarrassed at Tim, who has stepped away from the table, allowing her to climax without ghis interference. He smiles, steps back to the table and places his hand over her eyes. As she closes them, he resumes his facial massage as if nothing had happened. Her body starts to relax, leaving her limp and without strength on the table. Fatigue starts to overwhelm her as the gentle fingers of Tim finish the massage, bringing her to a deep state of relaxation.
A touch on her hand brings her back to the present, the intenseness of the moment draining her of energy, her eyes closed as she drifted off to sleep. Dazed she sits up and notices the wetness between her thighs. Quickly she pulls the towel aorund her body, hiding her nakedness from Tim´s view, though she feels he has no interest in her excited state. He smiles and brings her hand to his mouth, kissing it gently.
“Take your time to clean up ms Souhait. I´d advice you to go straight to bed and sleep.I hope the massage was to your satisfaction”
“I.. I.. will.. and thank.. you..”
Unable to speak without stuttering, she watches Tim leave the room. Slowly she collects her strength and slides off the table, her legs weak, her hands clenching around the edge of the table to keep her on her feet. She walks to the sink and freshens herself before putting on the soft robe. Wrapped in a blanket of warmth, she walks back to her room, slides underneath the sheets and falls asleep as soon as her head touches the pillow.
***
“Fuck it!!! When is this going to stop?!”
Angry I throw the phone back on the desk and kick the chair out of the way. As soon as I read the riddle, I exploded inside. The absence of my uncle, taken the possibility away to talk to him, to vent and question, has built up a frustration inside me that is now finding a way out, the message the drop that makes the bucket run over. With a frustrated grunt I walk out of the room.
Ofcourse the first part of the riddle is easy. It’s plane to the east and I have to get the ticket. The second part must be the location where to get the tickets from. ‘I thought I was there already. Didn’t my uncle say so?’. I walk upstairs, the anger filling my body, and quickly I change into my running gear. Slowly my mind settles and my mantra starts to sound in my head, an exercise I have rehearsed over and over again, redirecting the energy to flow through my muscles, to let it leave my body in a healthy way. I walk out the door and dribble to the park, warming my legs before I start at my usual pace.
I find my rhythm and concentrate on my breathing and the hypnotic effect of my moving feet, chase all thoughts away. For 45 minutes my world consists of breathing and running, diverting the anger inside me into energy, soothing my mind. When I return and hop into the shower, my mind is clear again and the lines of the riddle return in my conscious thoughts, now a challenge instead of a frustration. As I dry myself off, I repeat the first two sentences of the last part of the rhyme.
“a stream turns a wheel
pulp pressed into canvassed ink”Ok, so this must be water that turns a wheel. Must be a water mill. Pulp turned into canvassed ink. Ink is used on paper, paper is also a canvas, so the mill must be a papermill, an old fashioned one as it still is powered with water. So the question remains, where? ‘where a community live in steads, along the glistening flow of molten snow’. A community is a group of people living together. A stead is a form of housing. So where people live together in houses. A town, a village, a city. The glistening flow of molten snow. It seems obvious that this is a river as well. Fits with the water mill. A village or town or city along a stream, brook or river. Brookcity, Brooktown, Brookvillage, Rivercity, Rivervillage. The list seems endless and I am not getting results.
Still, I feel a sense of urgency, less than a week to go and I have no clue when the plane is leaving. Could be tomorrow, could the 20th at the latest. I have to solve this riddle as soon as possible. I pick up my phone and call my assitant, cancelling all appointments for the day. Then I look back at the riddle, racking my brain on the last two sentences. Suddenly it clicks. Brooks, rivers or streams are all bodies of WATER!. Watervillage, Watertown. As I write down the last possibility, my eyes start to sprakle with delight. Quickly I open my laptop and enter the few words I have found, into the search engine. Immediatly a result is presented.
Knowlton Specialty Papers Inc
213 Factory St
13601-2748 Watertown, JEFFERSON (NY)There is no more doubt about the answer being correct as I flick through the pages of the company. One of their specialties is producing parchment, the kind of paper the IUD has used before. The note on the first parcel was made out of parchment. Without hesitating, I grab the phone and enter the details of the adress. Within seconds, a reply arrives.
“Correct, be there this evening, 8 pm”
As soon as I get the answer, I find a route description and see it will take me over 5 hours to get there. I look at my watch, it’s still early but if I leave now, I can have dinner there and take a look around. Who knows what I will find out. I quickly get dressed, jeans a shirt and a sweater, collects my things and head out the door. With just water and some granola bars, I drive out of the city. Soon I am on Highway 81, the traffic during the early afternoon not that bad and without too much delay, I arrive at Watertown late in the afternoon. I drive past the factory first, trying to find out where I am supposed to be to pick up the ticket. The whole plant site is surrounded by barb wired gates, just a single entrance at the end of a short acess road. Noticing a few parking spots across the street, I decide to park there at the arranged time. I return to town and find a restaurant. I decide on the Apollo resturant and order lamb chops, something I only allow myself a few times a year, the addiction to them ignored, only to immerse myself in a feeding frenzy when I do.
I order two plates of chops, my hands soon glistening with fat as I rip the flesh of the bones. Cooked to perfection, the meat is tender and soft, the herbs used well to season them, the amount of salt just a touch too much. I order a bottle of retsina and wash the salty taste away with the sweet wine, the resin flavor complimenting the delicate taste of the meat. With a satisfied grin on my face, I let the last rib fall on top of the pile of bones and lean back. My face and hands slick with grease and juices, my stomach inflated, a warm, satisfied feeling circulating through my body.
I order greek coffee, extra sweet and when the coffee arrives, I let it settle for a few minutes, before sipping the black liquid from the tiny cup. Before the coffee grounds can pass through my lips, I put the cup back down and wash away the few granules of coffee with the glass of water that was traditionally offered. The warm, slouchy feeling disappears as the caffeine enters my bloodstream and a sudden knot in my stomach makes me aware of the task at hand. I look at the clock, it’s 7:15 pm. The drive will take me 15 minutes, that leaves me less than half an hour at the parking spot. I call the waitor and pay the bill, then take my time to walk back to my car.As I arrive at the plant and park in the shadows of a large oak, I see the parking lot in front of the factory is almost empty, though there are still light on, in and around the building. The factory must be running 24 hour shifts, the little building at the turnpike is lit too and I can see a security guard inside. The soft fickering light betrays a tv, the shift must have started already. I look at the clock in my car, 15 more minutes to go. I roll a cigarette and open the window to a little crack, blowing the smoke into the darkening sky. The sun is almost touching the horizon and fills the sky with a palette of oranges and red, blending into purples and deep blues, the black of the universe lurking on the edge of the earth. As I smoke slowly and enjoy the sharp taste of the tobacco, my eyes keep scanning the area, looking for something out of order.
At 7:59 I hear a horn sound a signal, followed by another one a minute later, and a few minutes after that, a small group of people exits the factory building. They group together underneath a canape and soon I see orange points tracing lines in the sky. Breaktime and staff is smoking outside. One person seperates from the group and starts to walk in my direction. I see a head with long, dark hair, almond shaped eyes move from left to right, the shape of a woman becoming clearer and clearer as she nears the exit of the plant site. She passes the turnpike after greeting the guard, then crosses the street and walks around my car. The door opens and I see her slide into the seat next to me, a gorgeous smile curling luscious lips, her body full and curved, the work overall she’s wearing, tighly spanning her enormeous bosom.
“Mr Weaver, I have something for you” .
Under her arm, she has a folder clenched and she hands it to me with a seductive smile and I take it from her hesitantly. She stops me when I want to open it, her hand slowly sliding over mine, halting me in my movements. I feel her slide in closer, her warm breath washing over my face, her large breasts touching my arm, pressing into me as she leans in further. I turn towards her and immediatly turn away as the sulphuric vapors from her mouth drift into my nose. She leans in further, appareantly expecting something in return for the folder, but the stench from her mouth has destroyed the slightest attraction I felt for her. I place my hand in her shoulder and gently push her back into her seat.
“Thank you miss, I am grateful for the folder. But I think the transaction stops here.”
“But mr Weaver, am I not attractive to you? Is there something about me you don’t like? Wouldn’t you like to…”She pulls the zipper of the overall down and lets her bare breasts fall out, taking them in her hands and jiggling them in front of me. She rbings one up to her mouth and licks her nipple, then does the same with the other, leaving the large areola’s glistening with her saliva. I take my eyes off as I see her smile, her face distorted with faked arousal.
“A few things, miss. Your breath and the way you present yourself to me. If this is not a necessity for my search to continue, I’d rather decline.”
An eerie laugh is emitted from her throat as she pushes her breasts back into her overall. The zipper goes up and she turns away from me, opening the door to the car.
“Don’t worry mr Weaver, having me is not part of the deal. But from what I heard about you, I am missing out. Enjoy your Final Night, and give my regards to Ella.”
Without waiting for a reply, she gets out, slams the door shut and walks back to the turnpike, swaying her hips in such an exagerated fashion, it makes me laugh. Then it hits me, she said Ella.. ‘Ella.. Is that the name of the girl in zebra socks? The girl chosen for the final night is called Chloe.. It must be.. Ella.. What a beautiful name.. It fits her eyes..’. With a smile on my face I open the folder, finding a ticket and a document, the print on the cover hinting towards the theme of the final night. It will have to wait until I am home. I start the car and drive off, a glance at the clock tells me it is 8:10 pm, it’ll be the dead of night before I am home.
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Well done Brandy,
the papermill stille exists but is now part of a huge manufacturer of specialised paper and printing machines. I am happy with the answer and will post the rest of the story forthwidth. Read the story for the precise adress..
A sad day for Italy. My heart goes out to the people that were killed and the ones they leave behind.
I am glad to hear that Medjai and Hb are ok, I hope that goes for all the italian members of AChat
Dear Hentai,
*taking a deep bow* It takes a big heart (and big balls
) to take this step and open up in this public place. For that I applaud you. I do have a question. What is it that confuses you the most? In your story you mention two things: your feelings towards a man, and your feelings towards a meeting, and both confuse you? If I may, I'd like to share a story about a girl I met her. When I met her, she was still a virgin. Had never been kissed, let alone touched by a boy or a man. As we started talking, she explained she wanted to explore her sexuality, find out what sexuality actually was. And as time progressed, she discovered herself more and more. Guided by me and a few other friends she met. She started playing with toys, explored her desires and her sexuality developed, evolved.
She met a man here on achat that offered to show her how it is done in real. She accepted his offer and they met. The meeting was a succes. Her lover was careful with her and showed her a lot of the things she had dreamed of. Where she was shy and insecure about sex and sexuality before, now she can't get enough of it. I am not saying she's become a slut, on the contrary. She is very selective and has had one partner only. But her sexual fire has been ignited and once that happens, I feel it never stops burning again…
What I am trying to say with this story is, that through this game you discover yourself and your sexuality. Your desires, your wants, the things that make you excited. And ìt takes time to explore them and find out if they are real, or a consequence of a very arousing moment. I have discovered things about myself that I may have never found out if I hadn’t used this program.
I think it is worth that you explore the feelings you have and the first step you have made already. Talking about it, outing and sharing your feelings can be very helpful. And on a personal note, Lover is very capable of assisting you in your search for your feelings. I’d like to offer my help as well, as I have a similar (yet less extensive) background as him.
Explore those feelings with care and attention and find someone to talk to. Be proud!
Happy to see you back Kitten *smiles warmly*
First thoughts …
“A silver bird in the sky, flying towards the burning eye”
Ok, I think this is an aeroplane flying towards the sun
“A flight along only allowed, when holding the righteous slip”
I think this is a private flight for persons chosen or holding the correct aeroplane ticket .
“A stream turns a wheel, pulp pressed into a canvass ink”
This sounds like a mill, with a water wheel, possibly a paper mill
” Where a community lives in steads along the glistening flow of molten snow”Ok, I'm thinking a small town or village , that lives or has built up on an old lava flow from a volcano that is now covered in snow .. and maybe melting in the summer sun… I'm thinking Iceland here .. the country has snow and active volcanoes and is overseas above Scotland, and therefore a flight is required.
… Am I on the right track Tight?I'm not an expert on the matter, but the avatars are made to meet at a certain height. the girl is, like most girls are, not as tall as the male avatar. But to make certain poses possible (standing from behind, etc.) she needed to be raised.
If she was to stand on flat shoes, or just bare feet touching the floor, she would be smaller and it would reprogramming of a lot of poses. All poses where she stands. The game would need to load either of two possibilities, to accompany her choice of shoes. I think that would be a huge task and would dramatically slow gameplay. In 3somes it would mean an even bigger effort.
The only possibility I see, is to play with the body length of the female avatar, but that would limit the choices. Either a tall ava with flat soes nly, or a shorter avatar that tip toes around on bare feet..
If anyone else can add or have contrary ideas..
hmm, that's still quite a wide area to find a plane ticket.. Can you narrow it down more?
*wriggling my fingers behind my back, feeling a little shy*
I am proud that AChat chose to go down this road and that my designs are in the shop. Thank you all very much, for supporting this idea and for you compliments and congratulations.
Brandy, I said state.. I never said it would be in the UK…
the words needed for the solution are mentioned twice in this post:
“Where a community lives in steads” = Town or village ?
” Along the glistening flow of molton snow” = Water or river ?mmm a town on water …. I initially thought Venice … but couldnt find a connection to the summer solstise
Is the town we are looking for connected to solstice traditions and is on a river or water or the sea?
The town has no connection with solstice tradition as far as I know. Yes, it is a town and yes it is located on a river. The answer to the riddle is a specific location. One more hint: it is within the same state…
@Brandy Your efforts to delay me, have failed. I have finished the story and I am eager to post..
The next 10 days will be spent on writing my entry for the contest… -
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