My assignment in The Hague was completed, had a holiday with Knut, and carried out a successful Escort assignment in Guernsey for Bjorn. I was now working in Southampton for a company who managed clean-up operations for oil and chemical spills.
I had just completed a series of legal negotiations for them in Aberdeen and was looking forward to going home to Southampton, but, was re-directed to Glasgow for a first round of negotiations with new client.
Arriving at my hotel late on Sunday night, a message was waiting for me; my meeting had been proponed until Tuesday; giving me the Monday free. Ok it happens. I went to their restaurant, which was quite, apart from a few other guests, all sitting alone, the Sunday night life of business travel.
On the Monday morning I went down to the hotel gym, only to find there was a problem; it was closed. Some issue with filters or something. I checked my corporate leisure club card web site and found a club a few streets away which had a sauna; its name was the Pipework's. Interesting name for a gym.
Thought I would give it a try anyway. Found it without any problems, staff were very helpful, quick tour, organised a locker in their changing rooms; they had a café, relaxing area, cinema, steam room, sauna and Jacuzzi. Sauna would do as it was a cold day; I went in for about half an hour or so. Time for a coffee and cool down. It was quite Monday morning, apart from a few other members, all sitting in their white towels talking and relaxing.
As I was sitting there someone came over, asked if he could join me. Apparently we were in the same hotel and were both in the hotel restaurant last night, he noticed me sitting their alone; like him. We introduced each other, his name was Jon-Luc (as in the Star Trek captain), from Paris; had a nice French accent too. Nice build, muscular, tanned body, grey going on white hair maybe ten, fifteen years older than me; maybe more. All in all well turned out even if he was only wearing a white towel at the time. We chatted about what we were doing in Glasgow and other issues. Not what we were doing there or what we were looking for.
As we sat their talking, he noticed the scar on my left leg calf and asked what happened. I explained an accident and subsequent operation to remove some metal that was lodged in it. Side effect was that part of my leg below the calf had limited feeling, quite weird when you touched it, without really feeling anything.
I skewed round talking to face him, crooked my left leg over resting it on my right knee and touched where the scar was. Jon-Luc leaned over and touched it too, ran his finger along my scar; ever so gently. It was quite an exhilarating and arousing feeling, to have someone do that to you. I didn't object, perhaps I should have. He then moved the palm of his hand over onto my right inner leg and rubbed it gently where it was exposed. When I had crooked my leg over my towel had loosened and exposing my inner leg, with hindsight, inviting. But I was very relaxed about it.
I felt him easing loose the top of my towel, allowing his had to move slowly further up my inside leg. He started to rub my inner thigh then stroke me with the back of his fingers, I was enjoying it; he was too. He reached over and lifted my hand onto his leg, inviting me to return the gesture; which I did. He had eased loose his towel and let it slide open; we could feel the bodily warmth of each other where we touched.
We were both aroused, starting to get hard by each other's gesture's and were concerned, even although the café was quite, that we would be attracting attention of others. Jon-Luc suggested that we move onto the dark room as it was called. Basically subdued lighting and discretely positioned soft furniture and alcoves.
We found a discrete alcove, sat together, eased loose each other's towels, again, and started where we left off. Rubbing the inside of each other's thighs and stroking each other's hardness. Wasn't long before we were both getting excited and breathing heaver by each other actions. The inevitable happened, almost simultaneously. Our towels saved our modesty.
We both relaxed at that point, leaning against each other, sharing our enhanced bodily warmth. I think we were now both looking for something more adventurous. Jon-Luc suggested we use one of the discrete cabins that the club had. We found one that was free, number seven, lucky seven, went in, and closed and locked the door. Dimmed its lighting and Jon-Luc slowly undid my towel and removed it and his. As we stood there together, he pressed on me with our naked bodies touching as he leaned over hanging up both our towels. The cabins also came fully equipped with oils and protection.
