I wake up around 3am, alone. Søren is not here, it's dead quiet. I sit up and pull out a pack of smokes I keep for emergencies. "What the hell is happening to me?" I wonder.
I take in a deep drag and slowly exhale. I must shake myself out of this "obsession". I need to meet some other people, get my mind off of Søren. I had read a blog about how to survive living in Denmark, and the one thing that stuck out in my mind was in order to make friends, I would need to join a club.
I know that I like to swim, that settles it. Later today I am going to check out the public natatorium I saw in the central square. I feel better now that I have a plan. I go back to sleep.
It's morning, I rise and do some stretches, pack my black bathing suit and head over. I look up at the sign above the large stone edifice, "Svømmehal". It's large and clean, the pool is a lovely temperature.
The only other swimmers are a few retired ladies standing in the shallow end, gossiping. So much for making new friends. I swim my laps leisurely, then I work hard until I am gasping for breath. Climbing out, I think, "this was a good idea, I needed to clear my head."
I feel good and I head for the showers. On my way I notice a sauna and a steam room, how inviting. I soap up my aching body in the shower and run my hands all over myself. My pussy isn't sore, it feels empty. I can't help it and I play with my tits. I push and squeeze them together, imagining Søren's cock in my cleavage.
"Wait a minute, I came here to forget him." I snap out of it, and wrap a towel around my long wet hair, and one around my body. I enter the steam room. It is huge, with long cedar wood benches on the perimeter. I can't see too much through the thick steam, it appears I have the place to myself.
I climb up to the highest bench and lay on my stomach, draping the towel over my rear. Embarrassed, I pull the towel off and use it as a pillow. "This is Europe, nudity is acceptable. I will look like an idiot covering up." I close my eyes and relax, dozing a little.
I hear the soft swish of the door open, and several male voices. I tense up and hope they can't see me up here. Dammit, it's Mikkel, Henrik and Nicolaj. Their conversation stops suddenly. They noticed me. I groan out loud.
Nicolaj speaks first, "Well who have we here? It's the sexy tease, our own Miss Ginger."
My ass is on display, there isn't anything I can do about it. Mikkel and Henrik chuckle and I feel hands on my legs, my ass, my back.
"Stop it! I didn't give you permission to touch me!"
Mikkel says, "Miss Ginger, you liked it when we touched you at Søren's party, and he isn't here right now, is he?"
Henrik gets up close and whispers, "Now we finish what we started, eh?"
"Oil her up," Henrik commands, "we aren't wasting this opportunity."
