Saturday night came and went. My phone stayed quiet all day. I made sure my phone was fully charged. Of course it was. I checked if I could call my son and I spoke to him briefly. So I could call, but perhaps there was a block on my incoming calls or something like that. Phones were Sylvia’s domain, not mine. Understanding the on and off button was all I needed. I didn’t call her either. I was not chasing my own slave over there. If she didn’t call, there must have been a good reason for it.
Sunday afternoon finally the call came, and I was relieved to see besides Sylvia’s number, her picture in a small circle above it.
“De Groen residence, this is Katja speaking,” I said, mimicking a high-pitched voice.
Sylvia laughed. “Oh, so you are partying with my husband over there, Katja. Good for you.”
Not exactly what I expected. “It’s good to hear from you, Sylvia”, I said in a normal voice. “Didn’t you have time to call me yesterday? Been partying all night?” By saying that, I made it simple for her to justify why she didn’t call yesterday.
“Sort of”, she laughed. “Koen, did you realise next Saturday is already another club night?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. Jutta invited us, and I said we would accept.”
“I’m calling you because of that. You know, driving hundreds of kilometres to Holland, and a few days later again nearly a thousand kilometres, seems such a waste of time. Since Martin is going as well, he offered me a lift to Feuerburg. I know it means that you will have to drive alone, but I know you don’t mind that. So I hmm, I already accepted the offer. Unless you have strong objections, it would be a very practical solution, don’t you think?”
“I’m not sure this is a good idea, Sylvia.” Another excuse to stay longer over there? Well, it’s not like that never happened before. The visit to a nephew in Switzerland comes to mind where she intended to stay a week and ended up being a month away, always extending her stay for a few days. And she did dislike driving long distances.
“We could skip this club night, Syl. There will be other nights we can attend.”
“No, I definitely want to go, Koen. My intention is to find a practical answer, and I find it astonishing that you can’t see the impracticality of this.”
“You just want to stay a few days more with Master Martin”, I teased.
“Of course not! How do you suddenly come up with that? You will not be jealous, are you?” She gushed.
“Do I have reason to be?” I asked.
“Don’t be silly”, she snapped.
“OK. Perhaps I’m going a few days earlier, and spend a few days in Bavaria. The high mountains there are amazing, very different from the hills we have here in the Netherlands.”
To my utter surprise, she reacted not jealous at all. There had been some uneasiness between Jutta and Sylvia the last time we were there, but I was not prepared for how she reacted.
“Yes, you should do that. You know I don’t like heights, so this is a good chance to properly explore the area there.”
“I will. Tell Martin to drive safely. These Germans drive like madmen.”
“OK, I will see you next Saturday in Feuerburg then.”
“You are loved by me.” I said.
“Love you too.” It always sounds so meaningless. Love you too. What is love? Baby, don’t hurt me. Baby, don’t hurt me. No more. It had been good to hear her voice. I loved to be alone. Now I was. I just wanted her to be with me. Perhaps I was jealous after all. But this was Sylvia. Without faith in her fidelity, I would lose everything. I trusted her. I trusted her with my life. It’s not like our marriage had been one bed of roses. Because of insecurities on her side and mine and the lack of communication about it, we have had misunderstandings that had hurt us both deeply. Luctor et emergo was the motto of Zeeland, one province of the Netherlands: I struggle and emerge. We always overcame our problems and emerged stronger.
So I picked up the phone and dialled Jutta’s number.
“Guten Tag Hotel Edelweißhafen, wie kann ich Ihnen helfen?”
A cheerful woman’s voice greeted me in German. As I was on the verge of hanging up, I had a sudden realisation that Club Kinky Kinta was concealed amidst the mountains, and the hotel was Jutta’s primary means of sustenance.
“I would like to speak to Jutta, please.”
“I’m afraid she’s not available at the moment. Perhaps I can help you. Is this about a reservation?”
Fighting my instinct to say ‘No thank you’, I said “Yes, I would like to make a reservation for tomorrow. Sunday is the day I will be leaving.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid it’s not possible. There is a private meeting in the hotel during the weekend, and all the rooms are fully booked. We would love to accommodate you from Monday to Friday, though.”
“Jutta has invited me to spend the weekend as well.” I said.
“I will have to check, if you don’t mind. What was your name again?”
“Koen de Groen.”
“Grun?”
“No. Groen. G R O E N, like in green”, I spelled. We ended the call after she validated my number. Within two minutes, my phone sang the Sanctus tune from Fauré. I loved that piece of music. Now and then, I deliberately let the phone ring for half a minute, simply to bask in the soothing melody.
“Master Koen?” Jutta’s voice sounded almost breathless through the phone.
“Yes, this is Koen de Groen speaking”, I answered formally.
“I just spoke to Ingrid. She’s such a silly girl sometimes. That’s the problem with the new staff. They are all willing, but they need to learn so much.”
“She was quite correct, as a matter of fact. I’m sure you’ve told her not to accept random invitations for the weekend, so I think she did the right thing.”
“No, I have instructed all of them. If you would call, they would transfer that call directly to me. I will speak to her about that.” It sounded like that would not be a pleasant conversation.
“Don’t do that. No harm was done.” I felt for the girl who had just done her job. “Anyway”, I changed topic, “Sylvia is getting a ride from Martin and Helga to avoid wasting time on extra travel, so I thought I might take you up on your offer to come early.”
“Oh, that would be wonderful. Could you come tomorrow? I would love it to spend some time with you and getting to know you a bit better. I might make some arrangements to take a few days off. It’s been ages since I last had any. If you would like that, of course, Master Koen.” The last bit came out uncertainly, almost shyly. I pretended not to notice.
“Yes, I would like that very much. Perhaps you could be my tour guide. I have seen little of Feuerburg and its surroundings.”
“Wonderful. Can you come tomorrow? I will have a special room for you ready, then.”
“Don’t bother. A normal room will be fine. I won’t be arriving early, though. It’s a 10 hour drive and with the traffic jams on my way, it will take the better part of the day to get there.”
“Just call me when you are close. I’ll make sure that there will be a satisfying meal ready for you when you get here.”
“That would be nice. So I will see you tomorrow.” I said.
“I look forward to it.” She said and then we disconnected. It was only then I realised Sylvia had taken the BMW to Germany and my Transit bus was my only means of transportation now. Ah well. That’s life.
I arrived in hotel Edelweißhafen after 21:00 hours. I didn’t feel my feet anymore after hours of motionless pressure on the pedal. All feelings shifted to my back, which felt like it had been broken beyond repair. After I parked my Transit on the far end of the parking lot, I saw Jutta already walking towards me with a big smile on her face. And straightened my back a bit to stand taller and opened my arms to welcome her with a hug. She stepped into my arms and held me like she wanted to crush me. Allow me to clarify further so that you can fully comprehend the situation. Her right cheek found rest in the hollow of my neck. She was about Sylvia’s height, as I towered over her, her head barely reaching my chin, emphasising our contrasting heights. She pressed her full bosom hard against my chest like she wanted to push her tits right through me until her nipples coming out on my back. Her pelvis was pushing against my dick, and she never moved an inch away. Yet she must have felt my growing erection from start to the rock hard finish. Balancing on her high-heeled toes, she tightened her grip on my arms to steady herself.
It was surprising to see such an atypical and unconventional reaction from the woman I had only met once before. It felt familiar and comfortable, and yet, I realised I needed to be careful not to hurt her feelings. I had experienced similar situations before, where women I barely knew placed their trust in me with no justification. Those times had taught me to be very careful with that.
“Whew, that is a wonderful welcome after a long and boring trip.” I said softly and kissed the top of her head. I took my suitcase from the van and held it in my left hand. With a swift movement, I lowered myself and securely positioned my right arm on the inside of her knees. In one fluid motion, I hoisted her over my shoulder, assuming a firefighter’s carry. I clenched her legs as she was squealing like a young girl and softly pounding her hands on my back.
“Master Koen!! What are you doing? Why do you carry me? I can walk just fine, thank you”, she huffed, semi-seriously.
“You promised me food, woman. Cavemen need three things sleep, fuck and, most importantly, food. So I’m taking you to the kitchen and without further ado, you are going to bring me a good meal within 5 minutes.”
We had arrived at the reception desk. Jutta was not resisting any longer and pressed her tits now against my back. People in the lobby laughed at my antics, but her long hair shielded her from the embarrassment. The guests were all in their late sixties or older. The age group where the money was. As I put down my suitcase, I said to the smiling receptionist, “My name is Koen de Groen, I have a reservation, I think. Is it alright if I leave my suitcase here briefly while I take this woman to the kitchen, where she will whip up a delectable meal for me?”
“That is quite alright, Sir”, the reception person laughed.
“Koen, put me down.” She pleaded. “I get altitude sickness here.” The sound of her fists hitting my back echoed through the air, accompanied by her complaints. I took her to the kitchen, and then carefully placed her down.
“Houston, the eagle has landed. I repeat: the eagle has landed.” I smiled.
“You are terrible. In front of all my guests.”
“Regard it as their evening entertainment program. They all seemed to enjoy it.” I said.
I raised my eyebrow. “Food?” She sighed.
“Ricardo, are there any leftovers for this brute? If you can’t find anything, in case of an emergency, you can always try the trash bin.”
I made a gesture like I was going to grab her. She let out a small shriek and hurriedly dashed towards the cook. I smiled and went back to the reception.
“Oops, my bad,” I said to the brunette, “but I was starving after that long drive. A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do to stay alive, you know?”
“I have got a hungry man at home, so I know exactly what you are talking about. He never carried me to the kitchen, though.”
“Perhaps you can subtly implant the idea in his mind the next time his stomach rumbles.”
“No, I don’t think he will be able to lift me off the floor”, she laughed and gave me my key.
“Room 110 is on the right side of the stairs, one flight up.”
“Thank you”, I said and put away the suitcase in my room, took a 2 minute shower and put on some clean clothes. It felt good to get rid of the sweaty stuff. I was about to go downstairs again when the phone rang. The landline made an annoying Tring Tring phone, instead of my Sanctus ringtone.
“A familiar voice said, ‘Master Koen, your dinner is served in the dining room.’”
“Please call me in the future on my cellphone”, I said coldly. I was tired, hungry and annoyed by the loud cold ringing of the phone.
“I am sorry, master”, she whispered and hung up. Within 5 seconds, “Sanctus sa-hang-tus sounded in my room. It brought a smile to my face.
“Much better”, I said.
“What do you want to drink with your meal, Sire?”
“A Warsteiner beer will be will be fine, girl.”
“Yes, sir. When we can you expect here, Sir?”
“I’m on my way.”
“Very good, Sir.”