Karin treats herself to a massage, brings a friend, and is in for a treat
What a week it had been. After months of hard work and minimal traction, suddenly my fashion store had a breakthrough. Three weeks ago, it was almost closing time, a woman stepped into the store. She browsed through the clothes on display, checked the labels, looked at the fabric. Upon asking if I could help her with something, she asked me why the prices of the items were some 25% higher than in other stores she had visited today.
I sighed deeply and told her I was so discouraged by the fact that people seemed only to look at the prices and not look at the reasons behind it. The woman looked at me and asked me to enlighten her. So, I told her about my conviction not to go along with the dominance of fast fashion. That it was my dream to show people the value of properly manufactured clothes, invite them into my shop and try it on, instead of ordering multiple items online, sending it all back and have all those clothes ending up in the incinerator, destroyed without being worn. That I wanted them to see for themselves how high-quality clothes, and nice accessories could create a wardrobe that can last a couple of years without getting boring. And yes, that it would cost somewhat more to buy, but would ultimately be much cheaper than buying cheap clothes that last only a couple of months and being tricked into buying new stuff every week.
When I finished, I realized the woman was watching me with big inquisitive eyes. I started to apologize for ranting on like that, but she stopped me.
"Let me tell you right now, that I am impressed with your story," she began, "it is the first time this day or even this week that I hear someone talk about a vison on fashion, instead of just shrugging shoulders and blaming it on the consumers who do not want anything else but cheap clothes."
I paused, letting sink in what I just heard. She continued to say she worked as a fashion journalist for a national newspaper, and she was doing a piece on the future of fashion.
"Doing this assignment has made me feel quite depressed, I must say. The lack of real entrepreneurship is mind boggling. In fact, you are the first person I have come across this week, who shows vision and commitment to something else than making easy money."
What ensued was a wonderful conversation on the future of fashion. After an hour or so we made an appointment for the next day. She wanted to come back with a photographer, to do a feature on my shop. I didn't know what was happening to me. Two weeks ago, it was published in the weekend paper. It changed my world. Since then, a constant stream of young and old people has found their way to my shop. After two days I had to hire staff to help all the customers, and I worked day and night to keep track of all the orders that kept streaming in.
Only since a day or two now I had the idea I was getting a grip on my new situation, with my team knowing what was expected of them, what stories to tell about the philosophy of my store. It was starting to run smoothly. And I needed a little break.
I treated myself to an afternoon in the spa and I invited the journalist to join me, as a way of saying thanks to her. She happily accepted.
That afternoon I was in a good mood. I met Sofie at the spa, we went into the changing room, undressed and put on the towels. We started off the visit with a latte.
"How have you been, Karin?" Sofie asked.
"It's been a crazy few weeks. I wasn't prepared for what happened after you published that feature on my shop," I told her. "Still, I am forever grateful for what you did for me and my shop."
"You did the hard work, Karin. Creating that vison for your shop. I only put it in the paper," Sofie offered. "I had no idea that it would be such a hit. Apparently, your vision resonates with the people who want a change in this life."
"Well, let's celebrate this moment. I am happy you are here with me now, to let me share it with you," I whispered. I felt emotional saying this. I started to cry.
Sofie sat next to me and put her arm around my shoulder.
"I can imagine you're feeling emotional, Karin. Having had this vision for so long, trying to make it work and then suddenly it takes off. That's something to process."
It felt good having that arm around my shoulder. I needed that support. Someone understanding what I was going through. It was a nice, intimate moment. I wanted it to last forever. I rested my head on Sofie's shoulder. We were silent. After a few moments I felt Sofie pressing a kiss on my head. Suddenly, I felt her close presence, aware of the towels; the only thing separating our naked bodies.
"Okay, let's get into the spa, shall we?" she said, ripping me out of my thoughts about the towels.
We got up and went into the sauna. I had booked a private cubicle, so the two of us were the only visitors. Sofie sat down on the bench opposite me. She looked at me intently.
"Have you done this before, Karin?" she asked.
"What do you mean? If I have ever been to a spa before?"
"Yes, you seem a bit shy being here," Sofie said.
"Hehe, you're right. This is only my second time in a sauna. It has been a while since I last did this," I admitted.
"You want me to show you how we enjoy the sauna really well?"
There was a nice twinkle in her eyes, when Sofie asked me this.
"Isn't that quite straightforward, Sofie? We sit here, get hot and then we cool off outside."
"There's other ways too, Karin," she retorted, "let me guide you."
Sofie got up, and she dropped her towel. There she was, standing naked in front of me. I held my breath. Sofie laughed and started towards me. She extended her hand and when I instinctively grabbed it, she pulled me up and with one swift move took my towel away.
I gasped. "What are you doing, Sofie?"
Sofie didn't say anything. She took one step closer and put her hand on my breast. Slowly she let her fingers slide over the soft skin and my nipple. It sent shivers through my body. At first, I instinctively wanted to back away. When I realized that it felt good what she was doing, I was intrigued. My nipples grew hard under Sofie's delicate touch. I looked up and realized she was staring at me, with big eyes.
"What are you waiting for, Karin," Sofie asked softly, "why don't you touch me?"
I raised my hand and touched her face. Slowly I let my fingers tickle her face and her neck. I didn't know why I did this, but something inside me directed me. My hand went further down, now touching her breast. She felt so nice. Soft and firm at the same time. I sensed she was enjoying it, as she closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
"Go on, Karin, please don't stop." Sofie murmured. "It feels great what you're doing."
I took her nipple between my fingers and rubbed it carefully. I didn't know what came over me, but next thing I knew I had her other nipple in my mouth, lightly sucking on it. Sofie was moaning now, telling me to go on. It was as if some hidden source of desire was opened inside me. My lust for this special woman was unleashed. I loved having her nipple between my lips. The desire inside me grew. My hand went down. I just had to feel her pussy now. I put my hand between her legs and slid them along her swollen pussylips. Sofie gasped. She parted her legs a little to give me more room. A perfect invitation to let my fingers roam her intimacy.
"God, Sofie, how wet you are," I exclaimed as my fingers slowly parted her lips and sought their way inside her warm pussy. "Can I taste you?" I blurted out, amazing myself.
