Sunlight was streaming into the room when I opened my eyes on Monday morning and it took me a few seconds to remember that I was in a hotel in the Paris suburb of Enghien-les-Bains and the naked woman sleeping next to me was Lily, the hostess from the Freyja Club, who I'd either met accidentally in the nearby casino last night or been guided there by the Norse Goddess Freyja who I believed was behind some of the more outrageous coincidences that I'd experienced over the previous year since my initiation into the club.
Ever since high school, I had adopted a regimen of running five miles every morning before breakfast and I admit to a certain compulsion when it came to this daily activity. However, I noted that more often than not this ritual was becoming more and more difficult as I seemed to be awakening with naked women in my bed. I had arrived in Paris on a red-eye flight from Dulles on Friday morning but had enjoyed the evening with Danielle, the Freyja club's Executive Director who had spent the night with me. On Saturday, I ended up with identical twins, Anita and Amelia, and had engaged in my first honest-to-god threesome. Last night it was Lily, and if my math was correct, I had awakened to four different women in my bed in only three days. For me, that was a record that was likely to never be broken.
I slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, so as not to awaken Lily and found my running gear, changed in the bathroom, and was on the street two minutes later. The village of Enghien-les-Bains is centered around a lake of the same name and it was a beautiful place to run. I figured that four laps around the lake were about five miles and I was soon into an easy aerobic pace. Perhaps it's just the fact that the exercise pumps a lot of blood to my brain, but I've discovered that I sometimes do my best thinking during these moments.
I'm a forty-eight-year-old bachelor that for reasons too numerous to mention ended up working for a company that twenty years ago put me in charge of their business development strategy. In a nutshell, I'm charged with finding compatible businesses all over the world to add to our portfolio and that's how I happened to find myself in Paris on this beautiful November morning.
Almost a year ago, I had been here for what I thought was the final negotiation to acquire our target company but they began making demands that were incompatible with our strategic goals, so it never happened. However, during the fight, I received a mysterious invitation to join something called the Freyja Club and that ended up changing the trajectory of my life.
As you might suppose, as a bachelor earning a nice mid-level six-figure salary, in good health, and with a world of experience, I've never really lacked feminine companionship. I've come close to making a life-long commitment a couple of times, but it would have meant that I would have to do something else. It was a dilemma. To get one thing I loved, I would have to give up something else I loved. Did I make the right decision? I will never know about the things on the road not taken, but as I rounded the lake for the last time, I knew in my heart that along the road that I did, I'd never been happier.
The weekend had been more than amazing, but Monday was going to be a workday. I'd arranged for the French accountants that we'd employed to meet me later in the morning, so I approached the hotel with a certain sadness that I would not be spending it with the beautiful Lily. I hadn't broken a sweat since the morning had been delightfully cool, so I didn't look like a total neer do well as I walked through the lobby and headed to the stairwell for the eight-flight finish to my run. As I entered my room, I could hear the shower running, so obviously Lily had awoken.
The bathroom door was still open and indeed she was in the shower. Like many hotels in Europe, shower stalls are open affairs with just low tiled walls to hold the water inside. I leaned against the door jamb and just admired the vistage of Lily washing her hair. I could see her in profile and her slim arms were raised with her hands busy lathering her blonde tresses. There's just something about looking at a naked woman who's unaware she's being watched. I regard those times as intimate moments and they never fail to arouse my desire.
From the side, I could fully appreciate the fullness of Lily's perfect breasts as they danced on her chest in time with her hand motions. Like most men, I find the jiggling of female flesh to summon up something deep within our psyche that sends electrical signals straight to my cock. I would have been happy to just continue to stand there and watch, but Lily must have seen some movement out of the corner of her eye and she stopped and looked in my direction.
In my immediate post-run dishevelment, I was aware that I didn't present nearly the vision that her nakedness did for me, but that didn't seem to bother her since I saw her face break out in a nice smile and she just said, "You need to get clean." Well, if that wasn't a blatant invitation, I didn't know what it would be, so I skinned out of my gear and joined her under the shower.
Lily immediately put her arms around my waist and I became aware of two critical points of contact. Her lips met mine with a nice semi-open-mouthed kiss with just enough tip-of-the-tongue play to communicate her happiness to see me, but short of a 'fuck me now' kiss. That would have been okay if that was her mood, but you might excuse my confusion when she widened her stance enough to capture my semi-erect penis between her smooth alabaster legs and squeezed it against her pussy lips. That was sending a decidedly different message to my brain and, for once, I didn't exactly know what to do.
I can only assume that my confusion was Lily's intent, so what was it? A nice episode of fondling and rubbing in the shower, or take me back to bed and fuck my brains out. Had I been a decade younger, the latter solution to the dilemma would have undoubtedly been my choice. However, I had made a trans-Atlantic flight, spent a wonderful night with Danielle who superbly emptied my sperm reservoir, then a tag-team match with the twins, and another ball-draining evening with Lily last night. I would have loved nothing more than to sink my cock into Lily, but I knew that nature was only so giving.
