Many thanks to Maxxwilde for their help and suggestions in editing this chapter. This chapter will obviously make more sense if you've read Chapter 1!
Chapter 2
A week later, Serapha still hadn't reappeared, but I decided there wasn't anything I could do, so I packed and headed for the Eurotunnel to Calais, France. Belgium was relaxing, while the Netherlands lived up to its reputation for adult entertainment and culture. Great sex with lovely female tourists and locals added a lot to the adventure on most nights.
Moving on to Germany, I spent three weeks meandering down to near Munich in Bavaria. Picturesque routes with excellent hotels and food, plus friendly locals I could talk to in their native language, meant I continued to have a great time. I did miss Serapha, though, and hoped whoever found her next would treat her well.
I continued getting lucky with the occasional hook-up, and my extended holiday went smoothly until I reached Bavaria. I had booked a four-star hotel in the Black Forest, but two days before I arrived, I received a call saying the hotel had been closed due to an outbreak of some bug or other, leaving much of the staff unable to work. An alternative accommodation was offered at a nearby spa retreat that hadn't yet officially opened. They assured me that, although it was only partially staffed, only a few hand-picked customers were staying while the staff completed their training and the last wing was completed. Despite being dubious, the link they emailed to the resort looked fantastic. Set high up in the mountains, next to a lake, with a complete gym, saunas, steam rooms, spa treatments - the works. I wanted to stay in the area anyway, and couldn't find anything else at such short notice, so I called them back and agreed.
Driving up to the resort was incredible, with tight, twisty roads and stunning views. When I arrived, I was greeted like royalty, the staff eager to please me and make up for me having to change my plans at short notice. The buildings were all new, with all but one block complete, spread out along the shore of a small, pretty, crystal clear lake. On the opposite side of the lake, the mountain rose sharply into the sky, covered by a thick forest of mainly pine trees.
A porter carried my bags up to my suite. Judging by the size of my room, the owners were apparently keen to make amends for the cancellation at my previous hotel. The first order of business was to sort some laundry out, so I separated what needed washing and put that in a bag the porter had given me. Heading down to reception, I let them know about my laundry and went out to explore. A five km trail led around the lake and entered the forest's edge. It was well signposted and a gentle and peaceful stroll. Birds were singing amongst the trees, and that, with the scent of the pine, was very relaxing. The area was beautiful, and as the resort was only just in the process of opening, it was still very quiet. As I returned around the lake to the resort, I found a shop selling clothing and equipment for cycling, walking or running the nearby trails, so I decided to look inside.
While browsing the shop, the assistant, an attractive young blonde woman, approached me to see if I needed any help. I was wearing a Liverpool FC top, so she rightly guessed I was British and she spoke to me in excellent English. I explained that I was staying for nearly a week, had just arrived, and was just looking around. I didn't know if the staff could socialise with guests, but I decided to chat with her more and see if anything developed. Her name was Framke, and she was around five feet eight. Her long blonde hair was in a plat, reaching down to the middle of her back. Her resort T-shirt stretched over her ample breasts, and her arms and legs were toned. She told me about the resort's triathelon circuit and encouraged me to try it while I stayed. My new physique was such that I would never be fast at a triathlon. Still, I now really enjoyed physical exercise, and I hadn't had much chance to exercise outside a gym since I'd started my holiday, so I agreed to return a few days later.
After a light lunch, I 'worked' for a few hours on my share portfolio, pleased to see that it was still increasing. After logging off, I decided to hit the gym next. The gym at the resort looked state-of-the-art and much better equipped than I'd been able to use since leaving England. There was a bored male attendant supervising the gym, but apart from him, it was deserted. For the next ninety minutes, I pushed my body, still finding it hard to believe that the person looking back at me from the mirror was me. When I finished, the attendant suggested he book me for a massage later that day, which sounded like an excellent idea, so I agreed.
I returned to my room to shower and rest. The suite had a jacuzzi, so I spent nearly an hour in it reading a novel, until it was time for my massage. The jacuzzi was very relaxing, and I made a mental note to get one once I moved to my 'forever' home. Putting on a bathroom robe over some shorts, I took the lift and headed for my massage. I'd read about German Spa etiquette but didn't want to assume too much. From what I understood, they were very open about nudity, so it wasn't too much of a shock when the attendant asked me to strip off and lay on the table with a towel over my backside. When the masseuse entered, she reminded me of a brunette version of Framke but a few inches shorter. Her hair was also in a plat but cleverly spiralled neatly over her head so as not to get in her way.
Starting on my shoulders, she, like all masseuses, I expect, had incredibly strong hands and fingers. They dug deep into my muscles as she worked out the kinks in them. I learned her name was Agnes, and she was from the neighbouring town. We chatted in English as she worked on my body, and my replies were sometimes forced out from the strain she was applying to my body. Without a word, she calmly removed the towel to work on my glutes, carrying on her conversation without a pause. She didn't replace the towel as she moved down my legs or when she reached my feet and asked me to turn over. Now on my back, I was pleased my cock behaved and didn't rise to greet her as she worked her way back up my legs. I could now watch her work, and although she was a model professional, I did notice her eyebrows raise as she saw my six-inch, flaccid cock, lying across my abdomen. I noted that as she worked on my hips and then chest, her nipples had started to make more of an appearance. I would definitely have to seek her out when she was off duty during my stay!
After the massage, I returned to my room to shower and dress for dinner. The massage tired me, so after eating, I watched a film in my room before calling it a night.
The following day, I drove to a pretty local town, explored the sights, and had lunch there. When I returned, I headed for the shop to see Framke. She recommended some clothes for me to buy and showed me where the triathlon trail went. The 750m swim started just outside the shop and went around three buoys before returning to the shop. You could hire mountain bikes from the resort shop, and the twenty km route went up into the mountains before once again finishing at the shop. Lastly, the five km run was around the trail I had walked when I'd first arrived.
The shop had a changing room, and Framke said she'd hang onto my clothes while I was out, so I changed while she got the bike ready for me. When I came out to find her, I was very conscious that the lycra shorts she'd suggested were very tight. She had explained they needed to be form-huggingso as not to chaff when I was riding, but from the look of delight when she saw my cock outlined, I wasn't so sure that she didn't have an ulterior motive. Still, if she liked what she saw, she might be amenable to seeing me later.
I started with the swim. The water was cold, but I expected that. I was a good swimmer and kept a steady pace as I headed to the first buoy. Rounding that, I continued around the other two before returning to the shop. Framke was watching me, partially for safety but also because she had no customers to serve. She gave me a cycle helmet and shoes as I exited the water and handed her my goggles. After quickly changing, she wished me luck as I headed out on the bike.
The mountain bike circuit was hell. There was no other way to describe it. Steep climbs and rutted tracks were the norm, but it was a great workout. I'd done some road cycling but not much off-road, so I started slowly to get the feel before increasing my pace. Thankfully, I didn't fall off, but I was blowing hard and feeling every muscle when I eventually returned to Framke. She must have been watching for my return as she was waiting outside. I jumped off the bike and handed it to her before taking my top off to cool down as I started the five-kilometre run around the lake. Again, she cheered me on, but I was too out of breath to respond, apart from a wave of my hand in thanks. After cycling, running was comparatively easy and something I was more used to. I was tall and muscular, so I wasn't a fast runner, but I kept a good pace as I completed the circuit around the lake. As I completed the lap, Framke was again outside, clapping as I went over the 'finish line' as if I were in a race. I lay on the grass, breathing heavily from the exertion, covered in sweat and dust. It had been hard work but immensely enjoyable. She handed me a bottle of water, and as I drank, I saw her eyes scanning my body and the prominent bulge in my tight, lycra shorts.
