ALL THINGS COME....... TO HE WHO WAITS
April.
Out of the blue Angela decided that Karl and Ulrika would accompany her to Berlin for Easter to visit their father. As he hadn't set foot in the house since I'd arrived, and his only contact with his children had been the obligatory weekly phone call, this seemed like a long overdue plan. I hoped that she was taking my "hard work brings rewards" theory seriously, but suspected that she just wanted to show them off. What it meant was that I'd have a week off too, and I teased myself by wondering what do with it. Somewhere warm, I decided, and reached for the phone.
Somewhere warm means somewhere sunny, and somewhere sunny means that an English skin that's been in Austria all winter need some artificial help if it isn't to burn like toast the first day on the beach. Trudi had hinted heavily that Inge would like to renew our acquaintanceship, and pierced nipples sounded like fun. When I called the spa and asked for her, there was a long pause. Then:
'Is that you, Luke?'
'Hi, Inge. Trudi was speaking about you the other day and I've been meaning to call since she jogged my memory. And now I need to ask a favour as well. Does that make me sound cynical and calculating?' Her rich voice came down the line, heavy with affectionate irony.
'Of course not. I know exactly what a spontaneous person you are, never thinking about anything in advance. I'm so glad you called, Luke. What favour do you need?' I explained that I needed some tanning sessions and she gurgled with delight.
'You want me to help you get your clothes off and all that that entails?' I sighed exaggeratedly.
'If that's what it takes to get a winter tan in this city, then yes'.'
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The spa looked deserted when I arrived there two evenings later; no lights were showing and I wondered for a moment if Inge had been playing tricks on me. I called her mobile and she answered immediately.
'Luke?'
'I'm outside.'
Half a minute later the door opened and she beckoned me in. She didn't turn any lights on, but took my hand and led me through the lobby to the treatment area, closing the heavy door behind us. I heard her fumbling on the wall and then the click of a switch. I stared at her, awestruck. She was naked except for a heavy gold chain round her neck. Two finer chains ran down from it to her breasts, passing through slender golden hoops that had been inserted into her tiny nipples. The chains continued down and rejoined over her crotch, leading down to her pubis. Her mound was completely smooth and the twisted links disappeared into the folds of her pussy. I felt my cock stir as I gazed at her. Her cropped hair had been trimmed and reshaped and she looked like a goddess of ancient Egypt come to life.
'Jesus, girl, you're hot. Where did the gold look come from?' She smiled happily.
'A bit of me and a bit of who I'd like to be. I told the jerk where to go and he sulked and went away and my life began to improve. So I splashed out to celebrate the new me. Trudi's been coming here regularly, mainly because I give her staff discount, and we've talked a lot; she says there's something about you that helps people be who they ought to be, and I think she's right. Come and have your first session and then we'll have a swim. I've been made a keyholder and no-one else will be here till tomorrow.' She tugged my arm and led me to the changing room. The place smelt exclusively feminine and I inhaled the mixed odour of woman and perfume and cleanliness appreciatively. She squatted and undid my trousers, letting them slip down to my ankles, then tugged at my boxers. Her hands cradled my balls and cock, her warm breath floating over the tip.
'You need a trim', she said, 'but we'll do that after the sun cabin. I'm going to give you the full treatment and then I'll accept payment in kind. Come on.'
Over the next hour I lost track of the number of times my cock rose and fell. Full treatment she'd said, and full treatment she'd meant. Leading me to the shower she washed me gently, then patted me dry and covered me with pre-tan cream. Wearing opaque goggles and nothing else, I stood in the tanning booth for fifteen minutes as the rays bathed my winter pale body, raising a pleasant tingle. She rinsed me and applied after sun moisturiser, making me lie on a couch while she rubbed it delicately into me. Her hands strayed frequently to my buttocks and crotch, and I caught a hint of her musky aroma over the scent of the lotion. The chains that joined her pussy to her breasts and neck swayed as she worked, and I felt myself entering a state of permanent semi arousal. My prick was turgid, lying heavily on my thigh, and I surrendered to her hands, letting all tension drain from me. Finally with a tiny pair of scissors and a razor she trimmed my pubic hair and shaved my scrotum and the base of my shaft.
'You'll have to keep this in shape', she said impishly, 'or it'll itch like hell when it's growing out. You ought to have a weekly appointment really. Come and check yourself in the mirror.' There was an entire mirrored wall in the changing room and we stood next to each other and examined our reflections. I was definitely pinker than before, but I still looked pallid against her warm bronzed body. It crossed my mind that we looked good together and I put my arm round her to complete the effect. The lack of hair made my cock appear larger than usual and I saw her reflection eyeing it with anticipation.
