I’m so tired of being stuck at home. The COVID isolation lasted over a month and for Easter, I want to live. Unfortunately, we’re in the Red Zone, super red: if you stick your nose out the door… they shoot you. Luckily, the doctor recently prescribed me “thermal balneotherapy,” so I have a good reason to revisit a fantastic spa nestled in the Alps. A classy Art Nouveau structure in a stunning landscape. It’s my nature scene: the location I recall in meditation to access deep states of relaxation. And thank goodness meditation is free: in person, just for dinners and the bar, I spent as much as a week in the Canary Islands 🙂
Financial trifles aside, this spa is a place where I left my heart: I used to go there all the time when I was married, and after the separation, I haven’t had any significant relationships to bring someone there. Honey Eyes is important, I’m smitten, so I decide to invite her to go there together.
As always happens when I do something nice, HE… is hesitant.
“What’s up this time?” I ask her while preparing her usual gin and tonic.
We talk and talk, after an hour of various blah blah and numerous gin and tonics… she finally answers, embarrassed and intimidated:
<<It’s just that I’m afraid that – being with me night and day for three days – you’ll discover something about me that you don’t like.>>
“How sweet, she’s afraid of losing me!” I think, and… such a thought oozes from my satisfied and smug look. So much so that she quickly tries to correct herself:
<<No, I mean, maybe I want to sleep in late and instead you insist on being in the pool at 7 in the morning, we argue and you don’t want to see me anymore>>.
I look at her in silence, with a mocking smile.
She quickly adds, <<no, but maybe it’s not even that>>.
I reply: <<If we’re not meant to be together, well… better to find out right away! Better not to waste time, as you always say, haha>>.
It’s decided, we’re going. And we’re bringing Solomon, of course, my long-time four-legged spa companion.
Honey Eyes rushes to fill her suitcase with tons of super sexy lingerie and provocative swimsuits. Including, THE swimsuit. THAT swimsuit.
You should know that when, in August 2020, I met Honey Eyes on a dating site, I had the feeling I’d seen her before. It took me a couple of weeks to remember where: I’d seen her on Tinder, two years earlier, wearing an extremely provocative swimsuit. The profile quickly became inactive, but I liked both her and her provocative style. I liked it so much that I saved the photo on my phone.
Finding her again after two years seemed like a sign of destiny. The chat wasn’t particularly lively, normally I would have “nexted” her. But that photo, and that swimsuit, etched in my mind, led me to continue. And the rest is history.
While she’s getting ready, I inform my young partner that I’m going to the spa with Honey Eyes.
Epic quote from a Verdone movie where the protagonists have sex everywhere, in every situation following the imperative “let’s do it Strange.”
We’re much more refined, but honestly, I’ve always loved this epic way of impressing the police 🙂
Well, we’re off.
I’ve always found traffic heading to that destination. This time, thanks to the red zone, there’s no one on the road: you can drive for 10 minutes before encountering another car. Everything’s closed, it feels like crossing the American desert. We arrive at the hotel past midnight. Hungry, I convince the night guard to steal some cheese and bresaola from the fridge, pointing at Honey Eyes as if to say “she’s too precious to let starve.” Solomon does his part, doing what he does best: the pitiful look of “I haven’t eaten in three months.” The guard grumbles annoyed but completes his mission, earning my full gratitude.
Tired from the journey, we collapse onto the bed. Honey Eyes by day is very confident, alluring, and – when she wants and with whom she wants – flirtatious and enchanting. At night, when she sleeps, she’s instead a tender child who can only sleep hugging a pillow. She hugs me too, very tenderly, but never lets go of the pillow. It’s a sort of threesome. Actually, a foursome, considering Solomon does everything to insert himself and claim ownership of the “little dog,” but inevitably ends up pushed away.
First day at the spa. Honey Eyes insists on always being perfect: even if she’s about to dive into the thermal water, it’s inconceivable that she’s not well made-up, groomed, and with a stellar outfit. These days she’ll flaunt one sexier swimsuit after another and the usual stellar lingerie.
We leave the room in bathrobes and slippers, enter the elevator, and find ourselves directly on the spa floor.
First stop: the tubs!
These are huge wooden barrels, used for aging Barolo, cut in half like a tub and lined inside with fiberglass. They’re outdoors, with a view of the Alps. Due to COVID restrictions, attendance is minimal: the few people present are spread across various tubs. We immerse ourselves and don’t stay distant. After a couple of minutes, I slightly move her swimsuit and… penetrate her. I look around to make sure we’re not too obvious. I move slowly, me on top, her underneath. Occasionally someone approaches but, as soon as they realize, they change course and leave us alone. Too bad, I start to entertain the idea of sharing… though not so publicly, for obvious reasons of respect towards others.
The complicity, the love for sex, and a certain taste for intriguing situations are an important note of our relationship. Together, we never get bored.
Clearly, given the situation, it’s more of a whim than an intensive sex session. Still, definitely an experience to replicate. We calm down, relax, and enjoy over an hour in the tub.
We move, end up in a little house with a fireplace, whose floor is obviously a pool filled with thermal water… the perfect location for a blowjob!
Honey Eyes has this reverence for fellatio. Many women do it to please, Honey Eyes does it out of vocation. Sucking cock is for her a source of immense pleasure, a moment of full realization and – if she had to choose between penetration and a blowjob – she’d often choose the blowjob. We play, we touch, always careful that no one catches us. I finish with a climax in the thermal water hehe.
The rest of the day goes like this, between tubs, relaxation, and naughtiness.
The highlight is reached in the chromotherapy tub, at a time of minimal attendance: here we’re indoors, we have a more or less partial view of who might enter, and so we go at it seriously, with plenty of footage for our exclusive use.
We return to the room, we should get ready for dinner but… we fall asleep cuddling, exhausted from the effusions and thermal effusions. We wake up very late, but still manage to have dinner.
The restaurant is a frescoed hall from another time, very elegant, with a grand piano, a giant fireplace, and orchids everywhere.
She is beautiful, all eyes are on her: men admire her, women glare at her. Walking around with Honey Eyes is like walking around in a Ferrari, it draws attention.
Frankly, it doesn’t bother me, I’ve often been with women this beautiful. But none have been so important to me. My eyes are all for her and the world around disappears. I don’t notice anything, not even the couple where he spends all his time looking at my woman and his partner scolds him harshly and drags him away… with him still looking at Honey Eyes. I’m always amazed at how some marriages turn men into pussy-starved zombies. Or maybe they were already like that, regardless.
After dinner, the inevitable stop at the hotel bar for a digestif. Here Solomon wins over Ugo, the bar manager, obtaining half a kilo of typical cold cuts… for free. Consider that Ugo, in the afternoon, had asked me for €15 for an idea of a platter (2 slices of bresaola, 2 mini focaccias, and 2 shriveled olives)… I’m the one living the dog’s life, not Solomon!
We collapse into bed exhausted and fall asleep amidst caresses and hugs.
Another day, another round. I’ll keep it short, I won’t tell you about all the fantastic places and how we experienced them. I’ll just say that she, while enjoying herself, is the most beautiful creature in the world. She should be displayed in a museum, with art critics commenting on her half-closed eyes framed by abundant lashes, her half-open mouth, with lips swollen with pleasure, panting obscenely and whispering “I want your cock” with closed vowels and an aristocratic tone.
Lust is only part of the experience. She is increasingly tender, more present and attentive. And I find myself becoming more romantic. I struggle to recognize myself. I live emotions to the fullest and bring out everything, like never before.
Last day, last evening. Honey Eyes has gone crazy, she wants to give me blowjobs everywhere. We start at the bar, sending Solomon to distract the manager while she sucks on her knees, with us in the middle of the room. There’s no one around.
We move to the smoking area, a room with 3 (I say: three!) glass walls and the fourth… windowed. I’m sprawled on the couch, she’s still on her knees, with a blanket partially hiding her from view. Very partially.
Finally, the idea of ideas: I tell her <<It would be nice to fuck at the spa, even though they’re closed now>>. The idea excites her. We could sneak in but we don’t know if the floor is alarmed. So, we decide to try to convince the guard. I tell her <<Let’s go together but you insist particularly, make sweet eyes, a couple of flirts>>. She accepts the challenge.
She: <<Excuse me, I’d like to ask you a big favor. We’re leaving early tomorrow and I’d be delighted to have one last bath at the spa >>
He: <<uhm, I’m sorry, they’re closed, it’s not allowed>>.
She insists, continuing to nod (a technique read in some book), flirtatiously, always elegant and gentle but hinting between the lines that she’d love to fuck me in the tub.
The guard tries to object but eventually gives in, saying “okay, I’ll open the door and turn on the lights for you. But if anyone sees you, I know nothing.”
I congratulate the evil genius, we put on our bathrobes and run to immerse ourselves in the tub. It’s one of the most beautiful, half inside and half outside, a sort of balcony overlooking the Alps. We start playful and cheerful, like two kids enchanted by the beauty of the place and the connection between us. Then a thought sets in: knowing that the guard might be spying on us excites us particularly. In the corner, I see something that might be a camera, it’s dark, I can’t see well. I position Honey Eyes right under it, in maximum visibility position, and start fucking her in the water.
<<Look at the camera and make the guard understand that you’re thinking about him, that you’d fuck him>>. She reaches peaks of naughtiness never seen before. Afterward, the inevitable blowjob.
Finally, the cuddles. We remain embraced, looking at the Alps, cuddling, taking care of each other. Suddenly it starts to snow. She says <<it’s thanks to me, I have powers. You wished all along for it to snow and I… made it snow for you >>.
A very romantic moment.
We enjoy it.
Then she worries that the snow might hinder our return.
And, suddenly, it stops.
She looks at me, winking 🙂
I don’t know if she actually has the power to control weather phenomena.
But I’m convinced she really has a superpower: the power to make me fall in love.
And, considering the life I led, it’s harder than making it snow
UPDATE: on the way back… we became a couple (exclusive, monogamous, etc.) and now we live together. But not before a mega drama with the ex who shows up with hundreds of roses and she first leaves me and 6 hours later chases me in romantic comedy style.
