A vague unrest startled me from a light sleep. "Where am I?" I quickly found myself in the dignified, museum-like interior of the hotel room that Marie and I had checked into a week ago. A short autumn vacation, a week in Bellagio on Lake Como. A place that seemed cut out of a film set.
I appeared to be asleep as I waited for her in the room after a long day of hiking, wine tasting, a long sundowner, and a lavish dinner. And now I woke up because something was wrong. Drowsy and yet somehow restless, I noticed: Marie wasn't in bed. I had obviously already slept, but Marie wasn't lying next to me, still not. Trusting that she would follow shortly, I had already gone to bed and apparently fell asleep quickly. I slowly remembered that she had stayed downstairs, in the dining room. Immediately a strange restlessness took over me and my heart began to pound. Where was she? Was she still down in the dining room? How come? It was already... half past one, what a time to sleep in a small village on Lake Como, even if the village looks like a film set...
But I also knew immediately why the situation was making me uneasy. I knew Marie all too well. I knew that this absence could mean anything, anything. Maybe she went for a walk by the lake, maybe she was sitting in the lobby reading a book, maybe... But it could also be that she was once again... I knew her all too well and knew what she was capable of. And I remembered only too well what happened that evening in the restaurant... She was jealous because I was flirting with the little kitchen help... Yes, of course. But it wasn't lost on me that she had liked the young waiter, a typical Italian Pappagallo. Maybe they weren't flirting, but there was something there that I clearly noticed. But the only thing up for discussion was me, my shameless shamelessness! Such a young thing! I'm such a grown man...
The restlessness had long since taken me out of bed. I put on the white hotel bathrobe and walked to the room door, out into the hallway, slowly over to the sweeping staircase that led to the lower floor with the lobby, café and dining room. I approached the stairs cautiously when I heard voices. They were very quiet and came from a distance, perhaps from this same basement. I cautiously continued walking through the darkness until all of a sudden, a quick, violent movement right in front of me scared the living daylights out of me. I looked into a face appearing in the semi-darkness that was apparently staring at me in no less frightened way. After a moment of panic, I recognized the young thing, the kitchen helper. I was extremely astonished and noticed that she now freed herself from her state of shock and seemed to want to get up from the crouch in which she was. She was sitting there at the beginning of the stairs, on the first, top steps.
I realized that she had apparently been looking down into the lower floor in complete silence and secrecy. She wanted to get up and probably run away, but I gently held her hand and didn't let her go. She looked at my face again, shocked. But I didn't let go of her, on the contrary, I pulled her with me a little as I stepped onto the first few steps of the stairs to carefully look down. The voices, these voices... I already suspected what was going on here... I now recognized the situation. I had already noticed that the young thing and the waiter had a certain relationship with each other. It was obvious that the waiter had noticed how I had given the young thing a very, very warm smile several times. And it wasn't lost on me that this had darkened the waiter's expression even further.
So I cautiously entered the stairs and bent down to take a look into the lobby and maybe even the dining room. Yes, it worked. You could actually see into the dining room. But all I saw were Marie's long legs, casually stretched out and crossed. The voices, those voices... I knew Marie and could hear that she was talking to someone in a quiet, very intimate voice. To see more, I had to go further down the stairs. However, this was completely in the dark and so it was no problem to climb down further steps. Without letting go of the girl's hand, I walked down until both of us, the girl and I, could see Marie sitting and chatting with the waiter at a small table with a glass of wine. Every now and then we heard muffled laughter from one or the other. The girl had walked down these steps with me very well and when I looked over at her briefly, I realized that her interest was now completely focused on what was happening down there and her hand had naturally entrusted itself to mine, like a small one Child. I looked with fascination at her wide-open eyes, the velvety skin of her face and the finely curved lines of her full lips. The girl was just about to exchange her childish, chubby-cheeked beauty for the attractiveness of a young, blooming woman.
Somewhere in the middle this evening, in the dark glow of the distant light, lay that unique attraction of the girl that I had already felt in my loins at dinner. Only then did I realize that she must have already been asleep too, because she was wearing nothing but a thin white nightgown with straps over her shoulders and her wild, curly brown hair was untidy and no longer tied into a big, voluminous bun like before Ostrich tamed. The light was too dim to shine through her thin chemise, but from the thin straps, bare shoulders, and the wonderful, undisturbed line of her full breasts beneath the chemise, I was sure she wasn't wearing anything underneath, at least not a bra.
While I was still looking at her, she suddenly opened her mouth and squeezed my hand tightly. Then she looked over at me briefly and then down again with her mouth wide open. What had shocked her there now made my blood rush to my head as I also looked down and realized that Marie had started to no longer just playfully move her fingers around the buttons on her light, mauve-coloured silk blouse while she was talking to him. She had now very slowly opened the top button, revealing her wonderfully full cleavage, because the blouse was very tight and figure-hugging. Then she said something to the young man, who now began to fidget nervously in his chair. The boy seemed barely able to give her a sensible answer, which caused her to laugh loudly and then to move his hand to her blouse and the buttons there. The young girl had given out a small, strangled cry during this last manoeuvre and I now admonished her like an accomplice with my index finger stretched in front of her mouth. "Shhhhhh..."
I grabbed the railing of the stairs with my both hands both sides of her so that she couldn't escape anymore and leaned further down with her. She didn't protest, but instead turned her full attention back to the dining room. The boy wasn't as stupid as he looked. He understood what she wanted from him and with a very big smile he opened more buttons on her blouse and was now almost at the end. Marie opened the last button herself and then turned the top edge of the blouse outwards over her bare shoulders and sat up further in the chair and I knew how much she enjoyed the fact that the boy was now looking at her full breasts with his eyes wide open staring at the bra. Marie said something quietly to him, and he carefully began to stroke his hand over her skin. The young girl protested again quietly and moved indecisively, but I just held her a little tighter and pushed her further against the railing.
I had long known what awaited me and the young girl here and hoped that what awaited us both would not pass her by without a trace. This extremely voyeuristic situation had long since made my sleepy cock swell and I could literally feel the first drops of love wetting my glans and making every movement of the cock pleasurable. But I held back, knowing that the girl's fear, jealousy and insecurity still prevailed. That she wasn't yet inflamed by watching what was happening in front of her. But it would come, I was sure of it.
Marie had now started running her hand over the boy's thighs and, as we could both clearly see, had not stopped with the thighs. She was now unabashedly stroking the boy's cock in his pants. These two were no longer chatting at all and there was now a breathless silence down there as Marie began to take off her blouse and very slowly to open her bra and sit upright. You could feel how she enjoyed presenting her flawless body to the boy and feasting on his heavy breathing and feeling the lust in his eyes like a caress on her skin. It couldn't be made out exactly from this distance, but I knew all too well that her nipples were now extremely excited, because she too was now breathing much more heavily under the boy's caresses than she had just a few minutes ago.
The same thing happened now up there on the stairs. The girl now slowly understood what was coming, she realized what situation she was in. That she was about to watch her boyfriend and possibly lover fuck a strange woman and that she would do it in the arms of that woman's husband. Her heavy breathing indicated that she knew, but there was no sign that she knew what she wanted to do next. She didn't try to get out of my arms, but just continued to stare, transfixed, at Marie and the boy. I didn't know if this was ignorance or if she was beginning to brace herself for what was to come, torn by simultaneous lust and terror. But the boy apparently finally knew what it was all about, because he didn't spend long looking at her magnificent breasts, but soon pushed a hand under her tight, black skirt and, well, at least caressed her thighs very unabashedly.
