I slept like a log that first night, he instructed me to sleep on the left side of the bed and i thought that was a bit weird. it turned out the only bedside lamp was on the left:p. He finished work early and i was already showered and dressed when he came in at noon. Still a bit nervous it seemed but we thrashed out a plan to go some media centere and just take it slowly that day. I found their underground system to be very effecient and never crowded. I guess Vienna has about a third of London's population. The streets were also clean and people were staring at me. No, i mean staring, men and women alike. Maybe they could see I was a stranger, i rather suspect it was the huge colourful earrings I was wearing
.Gerald had a cold and like most men, it seemed to be the end of the world, I dont know how many lemon or echinaecia teas he consumed, whislt wearing a heavy coat and a scarf that I bought him. I was panting as we went from place to place, ending up at a palace where Herr Hitler used to give his speeches. i took a picture of that balcony. Eventually we had to go indoors as it was slightly nippy and have yet more tea and something to eat. lunch at 4pm. I aopted for a risotto, he had some kind of strudel and my risotto was very sour. we thought it might have been the cheese. On the up side, the waiter was rather cute and spoke to me in English. I balked when he called me madam.I much rather prefer "Miss"!
He got into a slight panic that night because it was just after 9pm and he was supposed to be at his girlfriend's whom i shall refer to as "frau Farnkie" at the time. He didnt take the present I had bought for her, a beautiful pashmina, and some fudge for both of them. That made me ponder a bit but i let it go. We were going to a spa the following day so i had to worry about mowing any grass that needed mowing and other beauty thing women struggle through
I must have overslept because he knocked on the door(his own apartment) some 5minutes after i'd got up in my tiny weensy pajamas and he was momentarily floored. I thnk i kew then, that he definitely fancied me and I decided then that i would have a bit of fun with that knowledge. Point one: making coffe, i made sure i was standing on tip-toes with my butt jutting out a bit to take down mugs and everything, and i worked around him like it was the most normal thing. Credit to him, he behaved normally and we contunued to chat sitting across form each other in the kitchen and breakfasted together.
The Spa
Great place, having chnaged into the bikini, i met gerald in the hall and for some reason i felt completely naked. thinking about hips and thighs and bum but hell there were people of all ages and all sizes and i didnt have to worry! We started with the hydrotherapy and it was wonderful. Being massaged by water in all places is a wonderful feeling. I felt all the tension leave me.Alsmost immediately in the pool a rather good-looking guy started stealing furtive glances so i looked back and smiled. He gave me his mega smile in return:p. Meanwhile i was playing footsie with gerald at the same time poiting out how my gaining some weight had given me some boobs(talk about stating the obvious). Of course he stared and we had a giggle and i was touching him to emphasise points but keeping my eye on the God next to me. Unfortunatly the guy dint say anything other than smile a lot, maybe he though gerald was my boyfriend which he could have been given our body language and then G felt bad because he thought he was jeorpadising my chances with this guy.
Shock and horror later, the guy turns up at another much warmer pool with a little girl perched on his shoulders
! We wondered if it was the same guy and whether he was married. he didnt smile this time so i totally ignored him and then a woman appeared on the side of the pool. We reckoned she was a wife or girlfriend. Bastard! G being sensitive kept being apologetic because he "really wanted things to work out for me". I said to him: smiling at a guy in a pool at a spa when you are on holiday means nothing. He has a lot to learn this man.
He asked if i wanted to go into the sauna later, pointing out that it is a mixed sauna and everyone goes naked there, even telling about a 20yr old who last year, made sure she parted her legs so the three guys in the room could check out her fanny and then promptly closing them when another woman came in. They loved it of course! I was slightly bewildered and i didn't want to seem a prude. Also, there was frisson of...something in the air and betwen us and I didnt think it would be such a great idea for both of us to be naked in a sauna. Somehow, the line of innocence had innocently been crossed. he was goading me, telling i should atleast try something "austrian" and I told him It would have been ok if it wasnt him, that for some reason, i dont see how we can look at each other and chat normally after being naked together albeit with other people. In the end we were saved from making the decision because we got out of the pool after the session had started. the next one was after 45mins anhd we had to go home, get ready to go out for dinner and then some dancing much much later.
Oh....Faru Frankie was away overnight and so he had a chance to have some fun. He did. we both did.
more later....:D