OK folks, this is gonna be a really hard to believe story, but, since I can still recollect how these unbelievable things have happened, here I go...
As introduction, I have to tell that this happened many years ago, when I used to be a teenager, at a sea side resort in a communist country.
I mention this, since you shall also have to keep in mind that there were "rules" you may not even understand!...
One of them, for example, was that you couldn't have rented a room for two if you were not husband and wife, parent and kid, or brother and sister...
Weird times, isn't it?
Well, since I was there, at the sea side, quite privileged, having a rented hotel room all for myself, with it's own TV set (another privilege!!) you may say that, compared to very many others, I have had all the reasons to be satisfied...
I don't know how others are, but, as I can still remember, I have had always been hornier when spending my time at the sea side.
So, be eighteen, with no girlfriend, at the sea side, looking around and seeing tits, buttocks, nice young bodies, generally, and, from time to time, as a contrast, old bodies in decay, due to aging...
So, one hot afternoon, when rational people were hiding in their rooms, trying to take a nap or having discrete sex (not to be sensed by their kids, sleeping just few inches away), I locked my hotel room, took the elevator, got to the ground floor, got out of the hotel, and started a slow aimless walk, along the main way.
The shade provided by the trees was a real blessing, since the sun was really hot and made me feel quite warm.
As a bad habit, started since I used to be twelve, I was smoking, so, I was lighting cigarettes, one after another, I was walking slowly, looking around, with the curiosity of a youngster with nothing to do or worry about.
I was relaxed, but also upset, since for more than ten days, since leaving my hometown, I haven't had been laid, and my hormones were aching for a "ride"...
But, since I knew no one around, and the clerk at the hotel, a pretty woman in her almost thirties considered me, probably, much too young or too "dangerous" to mess around with, (remember, it used to be a communist country, with quite "uncomprehensible" rules)...
So, here I am, on the main way, smoking and walking, walking and smoking...
At a certain moment, I see a young girl, blonde, long haired, with no curles, with a beautiful slim body, coming from the opposite direction...
She was wearing a pair of jeans, a very transparent blouse, with no bra underneath, with already well formed breasts, but too young to need a "support".
So, readers, from now on, you might think I'm telling you stories, but, believe it or not, this really has happened!!!
I see her, I, of course, like her at once, but WHAT CAN I DO???
Answer: as she approaches, nice and slowly, I look at her, directly in her eyes, and smile - I have to mention that smiling doesn't come on my face every now and then - I'm usually tense when dealing with the opposite sex...
But, at that time, I've smiled!
She, on her side, smiled at me too, so this gave me the courage to give her my arm, in an inviting stile, while with the other hand I was looking for the pack of cigarettes.
Remember I was a teenager and the cigarettes "made the difference"!...
About the girl's age, I cannot tell she was eighteen or twenty - she could be all this range, with no problem, but, as I guess, she was Swedish or Polish, or German, or Czech...
In fact, as you shall see, if you still have the patience to read this, the origin and age are of no importance...
So, I just turned around (meaning that I was aiming for my hotel) and offered the girl a cigarette.
She has accepted it, thanking me by nodding her head, so I gave her a light and... This is it!
People, friends! Enemies! Whoever you are!... I didn't say a word and, also, she hasn't said a word too!.
I can fluently speak English, French, Italian and Romanian, of course, but, at that moment, I didn't have the guts to try and have a conversation!...
As an explanation, I was expecting her to say something, in whatever language she might have said it, and she, on her side, has never said ANYTHING!...
Believe me, I can quite easily recognize if someone speaks Czech, Polish, German and many other languages, even if I cannot speak them...
But, let's get back to the facts...
So, we walk together, for at least twenty minutes, without saying a word, and... get into the hotel.
We pass the reception desk, not without exchanging glimpses with the nice young lady at the desk, who, understanding the situation, just gave me an "approval" glimpse, and here we are, pushing the button for the tenth floor...
Up to here, nothing sexual happened, both of us behaving like "royal"...
We reach my room, unlock it, and get inside.
I am speachless, a little discomforted, but reach to the fridge (another "rare" thing in a hotel room of those days) and take off a bottle of Martini.
I put two glasses on the table and fill them with the drink.
