After a busy but also successful few weeks, I wanted to treat myself and my girlfriend to a break. I had booked a suite in the Black Forest with all the comforts and wellness for 2 people and was now sitting alone in a long-distance bus, thinking back over the last few days. I wanted to cry. It was literally an escape! What had happened? With my ex, yes, it was over between us, I had caught her with another man in a parking lot after a tip from an acquaintance, yes, I’ll tell you how it was, having sex! I had quietly approached the two of them in the parking lot and heard her encouragement: Yes, harder, wonderful, you’re good, until she looked at me with huge eyes. Her only reaction was a long drawn out: no. Her assurances: it’s not what it looks like, it’s not what you think, absolutely nothing more.
What I had seen and heard with my own eyes struck me to the core. I was deeply disappointed and hurt. I confronted her in the car park and made it very clear to her that she had to pack her clothes today, otherwise they would be lying on the street tomorrow morning! Her key would no longer fit tomorrow. I had instructed my cleaning lady to pack everything of my ex-girlfriend’s in the house into boxes and put it in front of the front door. She no longer had access to the house. Now I had been sitting here in the bus, pondering for hours, close to crying, when I was torn from my thoughts by the question: is there still space here? A woman, I guessed about my age with a large travel bag, wanted to take the seat next to her. In keeping with my state of mind, I mumbled a rude “yes”, without paying her any further attention.
After what seemed like an eternity, she was still fiddling with her bag because it just wouldn’t fit under the seat. I growled rudely and said she should have given it to the driver. And for the first time, I consciously looked at her face. Oh, ha, she was in the same state as me. Her face was tear-stained, her rouge was smeared, her hair was unkempt, she was staring quietly into space and sobbing. We sat like that for hours, each of us pondering our own problems, until the bus driver announced: “All right, ladies and gentlemen, we’re taking a 45-minute break. Please be back on time.” In the restaurant car park, I used the toilet and bought a couple of sandwiches from the buffet. On the way back to the bus, I saw that my neighbour had put her bag in the luggage compartment, so she continued on with the bus.
On the bus, I was finishing the first roll when I saw my neighbor furtively glancing over at me and swallowing each time. It was obvious that she was hungry. To finally get a conversation going, I offered her the bag and said, please take it, you have to eat something too, which she accepted with a tortured smile. May I ask where exactly you are going? First there was an awkward silence, then a hesitant reply: I have to get off in Titisee. Oh, just like me, where did you book? Again that hesitant silence. I haven’t booked anything, I have to look for work immediately because I have no money either, the trip took up every last bit of my money. So no vacation: do you want to talk to me, I’m Jochen, I think we have exactly the same problem.
After another hesitant look, she immediately started to cry again, I found out: her name is Helga, to be precise, Helga Püngel, and she has been married for 3 years. Yesterday her husband came with a very young woman, still a child, and introduced her to me as his new great love. From now on I had to sleep on the sofa in the living room. As I had already felt my husband’s temper when I contradicted him, I accepted the humiliation without saying a word. During the night, when I heard that they were letting off steam and having uninhibited fun with moaning, short cries of pleasure and squeals from the bed, the disgrace and humiliation were just too much, so I secretly packed a few things and all the money I could find and secretly ran off and wandered through the night until I finally saw people at the bus stop. So I just got on with them.
I was just about to offer her something from my opened bottle of drinks when I noticed that her head was resting on my shoulder. She had probably fallen asleep from exhaustion. I put my arm around her and tried to give her a little more support. At the Titisee bus station there was a shuttle bus from my hotel that loaded the luggage, and I put Helga’s bag in as a matter of course. Before she could protest, I grabbed her arm and said, please come with me, I’ll take care of it. At reception I checked in with two people as announced and the hotel bellboy took our luggage to the “room”. Here Helga’s eyes went like cart wheels, she was entering a suite for the first time, she couldn’t stop being amazed! That costs a fortune, Jochen, who are you in reality? Helga, just enjoy it, you don’t need to know who I am yet. Just enjoy it!
Come on, get dressed up, we have to go downstairs for dinner. I don’t have anything else to wear! Then come with me. Where do you want to go with me, are you going to send me out on the street now? Do you think I could do that? Do you really think I could just put you out on the street again? She started to cry again, I’ve only had bad luck with men so far, please excuse my fear. No, we’re going downstairs, there’s a boutique there and we’ll dress you up, what do you think? You know I’ve got no money, so forget it. Helga, if I invite you or ask you for something, no matter what it is, it’s always on me, that’s clear, okay? Why are you spending so much money on me, what do you expect from me in return, please be honest, I can’t handle another disappointment. Come, let me hold you and listen to your inner self, what does your heart tell you, do you trust me or do you have concerns?
I trust you! Then come and don’t say a word. In the boutique we immediately got to the next drama: the prices! After her face had changed colors and her breathing had returned to normal, we finally got down to business. She bought a great dress for the evening and some accessories. She simply couldn’t believe that it was just for her. She threw her arms around me and, with many, many thanks, I received my first kiss in the shop. Later, at the buffet, she received praise and recognition from all sides; she beamed like a child at Christmas. That had never happened to her before. As we had had a long day, we said goodbye early and went to our suite, where she immediately hugged me and thanked me with a thousand kisses and tears in her eyes. She had probably never been so happy in her life.
Tiredness forced us both to get ready for the night and so we went to bed, snuggled up close together, where we both sank into a deep dream. But what was going on now? Helga was thrashing around like crazy and she must have had a bad dream with “You pig, leave me alone, go away, you old whore, you dirty pig.” I carefully put my arm around her and spoke soothingly to her, which she must have registered subconsciously and calmed her down. The next morning I was woken up by kisses all over my face. I was slowly brought back to reality with “Good morning, my savior.” I thought she was just cute, with her dimples and no makeup, her hair disheveled, just to die for. Something stirred inside me, I thought she was just cute and nice, no more thoughts of my ex, but could she keep up with my intellect and how was she received in my circles?
Well, when I went to the bathroom as usual, oh shit, there was Helge standing in front of the mirror with almost nothing on. This sight alone made me forget all my concerns. When we then entered the dining room after a few kisses, what a noticeably cool, distant greeting it was. People kept their distance, what had happened? Helga also clung to me and started to tremble. We sat down, but so did our table neighbors, we just couldn’t get into conversation. As the bar was not yet occupied, I said to Helga, wait a moment, I’ll be right back and went to reception. With good morning, how can I help you, well, how should I put it, I’ve heard something, people are whispering about my companion, the receptionist visibly turned pale, yes she had heard something, but she couldn’t and didn’t want to say anything more specific, she understands.
OK, then put me through to this number. Her face turned even paler. Why or where did you get this number from? That is none of her concern, if you don’t mind. After the dial tone came a bossy “Klowski, what’s up?” I said, but Werner, have you had trouble? Jochen, are you in the building? I said yes, we’ll definitely see each other again, I only arrived yesterday, I just have one urgent request: instruct your staff to answer my questions, I’ll explain it to you later. With that I handed the receiver back. A submissive yes, Mr. Director, of course, Mr. Director, immediately, Mr. Director. That ended the conversation. Well, I hear what now? Yes, after we had gone to our suite, a Mr. Pauli boasted. He knew the woman who was acting like that with this slut, she was the wife of my work colleague.
I would never have believed that the married whore would go through with it. Yes, her husband is not bad, you could almost feel sorry for her? I asked, is this Mr. Pauli in the house at the moment, I really want to speak to him. No, not at the moment. But he will be informed immediately. So I fetched a sad-looking Helga from the dining room and ordered a couple of bottles of Edelbeerenspätlese to the room. After just the second glass, her expression brightened and we cuddled and explored each other’s bodies. After a few more glasses, it happened as it had to. Little by little, one piece of clothing fell off the other and we gradually got closer and closer. When I ploughed my tongue through her soaking wet slit and then sank my stiff friend into her, it was clear to me that I had made a good trade.
We spent the whole morning in bed, not just having sex, I was also or especially interested in her level of education. What surprised me was that she had graduated from high school with good grades and, inexperienced as she was, had once had a bad affair with her husband. Around midday, we were on our way to the dining room when a man spoke to us: You wanted to talk to me? Excuse me, who are you? You asked about me, my name is Pauli. Yes, that’s right, the informer, I must ask you very kindly. My name here in the house is only “Jochen”, that should be enough, and now listen carefully, either this evening in the dining room in front of all the guests you loudly and clearly retract your slanderous statement against Mrs. Helga – since she is with me, I also feel involved – or you will receive a letter from my lawyers alleging slander and business-damaging behavior.
It’s your choice, that’s not a threat, just a way to reach an amicable settlement, it’s your choice. Have a nice day, see you later. We just left him standing there and went into the dining room. You’ve embarrassed him, what do you think he’s doing? Well, we’ll see, his decision! Honey, will you finally tell me who you are? As I told you: wait and see later. We went out to eat and Helga dressed a little more casually, she was a bit of a ragtag bunch, but it didn’t matter, she trusted me. In front of the hotel there was a horse-drawn carriage that we had ordered and we wanted to explore the place. We made our first stop at a fashion boutique and went in, protesting. We bought some really nice casual clothes, I could see from her shining eyes how happy she was about it. As we continued our tour we passed a huge, brand new hall.
Our coachman told us that this was a brand new, top-notch wellness oasis. There was no question about it; that was our goal for tomorrow. Back at the hotel, we were intercepted straight away. A Mr. Pauli wanted to talk to me. I fobbed him off, saying that everything had been sorted out and I didn’t want to be bothered any more. We went to our suite and got ready for the evening, but not before I ran my tongue through her pussy again and said, “Darling, don’t worry, everything will be fine, trust me.” In the dining room, there was another chair at our table. We sat down as usual when Klaus Klowski, my personal friend and hotel manager, asked with a mischievous grin: is this seat still free? I immediately provocatively said, “If you don’t mind the company, please.” It was clear to me that he had already known about it.
The waitress was just asking if she could serve when a guest loudly asked to be heard. Ladies and gentlemen, valued guests, late yesterday at the bar I brought a lady from this establishment into disrepute by making an untrue statement. Unfortunately, I also mentioned a name, the person present here: Helga Püngel! I now apologize for my inexcusable behavior and express my regret. He then signaled to the back and a truly magnificent bouquet of flowers was handed to him. Ms. Püngel, with Mr. “Jochen’s” permission, may I give you this bouquet as a token of my appreciation and to make amends. I apologize again for my inappropriate behavior. Helga looked at me and with a slight nod of my head from me she said: I accept the apology. With a “Phew, I never experienced that either,” came the first redeeming words from Klaus.
Well, it was a pleasant evening and a long one. We both staggered to our suite, more or less in a bit of a truffles mood, where we found another surprise. A small token from the hotel for the inconvenience! A bottle of champagne in a champagne cooler with truffle candy. I, however, laid my truffles on the bed straight out of the box and slurped their honey pot until I climaxed. As we were, we slept blissfully into the land of dreams. Everything was fine again. The next day began with a really hot number. We practically had to force ourselves to let go of each other so that we could still get to breakfast. After that we went to the wellness oasis. Yes, that was just what I wanted, only Helga had a problem with what to wear underneath: honey, I don’t have a swimsuit, what should I wear? This problem was solved in the lobby.
She bought a bikini that could just about be described as a bikini. Some of the women shook their heads enviously, but I was looking for a wonderful place with my sweetheart – yes, I had fallen in love with her – from where we could see everything. I also booked her in for a massage, peeling, make-up and hair styling. And so I left the wellness oasis that evening with a completely new woman, with whom I had fallen completely in love and with whom I still live happily today. Epilogue: Now you’ll ask why the secrecy surrounding my name? Well, I’m a VIP, as people call me. I head a huge company and when I’m on vacation, and especially not in the situation described, I don’t need paparazzi following me to the toilet, and I wanted to make sure that Helga wasn’t after my money, but that her only interest was in me!
