Part 1 of a multi-part series ———————-

Sam walked up to the lobby of the little boutique hotel. She looked around at the stunning views. The medieval estate had been built on a hill, overlooking the countryside below. It had been transformed into an retreat of elegant luxury. The architects and designers who had crafted this place masterfully played with the juxtaposition between the almost thousand-year-old foundations of the building and elegant modern elements. This was the kind of thing you could only find in Europe, she thought. In the US, you wouldn’t even find a building that was half as old as this, besides some structures the Native Americans have built. And as far as she knew, none of them had been converted into luxury retreat hotels.

A sign with her new company’s logo pointed her into a spacious meeting room. Four other people were already there. When she entered the room, a man she recognized as Marc, the team manager, turned towards her and greeted her. She recognized him from her interviews.

“ hello Samantha! Great to see you! So glad you are here.” He raised his voice so the entire room could hear him: “Now that everyone is here, grab a coffee or something to drink and settle in. I would like to quickly go over the logistics for this offsite.”

The other people in the room shuffled around, wrapping up the conversations they had been engaged in and sat down around the meeting table.

“ all right everyone! I am so glad we made this happen. We have two new people in our midst that none of us has ever seen in person. So I would like this retreat to not only be for work but above all an opportunity for everyone to meet and bond and get to know your colleagues. We have big projects ahead of us and will be working very hard. So this is a great opportunity for you to get to know each other and build up trust in each other. I am firmly convinced that that is a big factor for the success of a team.”

Sam liked what she heard. She had been very anxious about re-entering working life. She had spent the last nine-odd years taking care of her two kids. Now that the younger one was also in school, she felt like she was ready to dive back in and work again. At the same time, so much had changed over the last years.

Marc continued: “All right, we are here for three nights. I know that all of you had long travels to get here. I guess that’s the drawback of meeting in such a remote place. But isn’t this place stunning?”

Nodding approvals.

“so you’re probably all a bit exhausted. That’s why tonight there’s not much happening in terms of an official program. You can check into your rooms, settle in, explore the grounds. I heard the spa is supposed to be really nice. Dinner will start at seven over in the old barn. The only thing I would like to do now is for everyone to introduce him or herself to the group and tell us a little bit about you. And I want everyone to tell us one thing that almost nobody knows about them. Jenny, do you want to go first? You’ve been with us the longest.”

“sure! Hey everyone, my name is Jenny, and I have been working with Marc here ever since I graduated, which is now about six years. I am 31 years old, I live in Hamburg. And one thing very few people know about me, is that I don’t know how to drive the car.”

Everyone laughed.

Samantha studied her new colleague. Jenny was a slender, almost petite woman. Her undercut and visible tattoos gave her a real hipster vibe. She wasn’t exactly beautiful, but her eyes sparkled with a mischievous energy and she had an infectious smile. She seemed like the kind of woman with whom you could “go steal horses”, a German expression she remembered from her German classes. Sam got a really positive vibe from Jenny. Her nervousness dissipated a bit.

Next up was a young man with pitch black hair and eyes and the tan skin of southern Europe. He spoke with a distinct accent:

“hello, my name is Juan. I am 23 years old and I just joined the company about four weeks ago. So far I am really happy and learning a lot. Thanks to Jenny and Tom for helping me with my onboarding. I live in Madrid with a roommate. And one thing, not many people know, at least here, is that I was seriously considering becoming a professional flamenco guitar player.”

“Oh, wow!” “That’s so cool” “Did you bring your guitar?” - everyone commented.

“ well, I guess Juan’s story beats mine. Knowing how to play a beautiful instrument, apparently beats not knowing something“ Jenny chuckled.

“ Yes, I did bring my guitar. I rarely travel without it. I feel alone if I don’t have her with me.”

“Your guitar is a she?” asked the man that had not yet introduced himself, but who Sam presumed to be Tom, based on Juan’s introduction.

“ Of course. Every guitar is a woman. What else would it be?” Juan looked at him like he almost didn’t understand the question.

“ just asking. My musical talent is about as developed as Marc’s ability to resist a box of chocolates.”

Marc and Jenny laughed. The playful banter in the room put Sam’s mind further at ease. These seemed like really nice people who genuinely liked each other. She got up. Suddenly, she was feeling nervous again. She took a deep breath.

“ hey everyone! I’m Samantha, but please call me Sam. I am 41 years old. As you can hear from my accent, I am American, but have been living in Frankfurt with my husband for about 10 years now. We have two cats and two boys. So for the last nine years, I have been what the Americans would call a soccer mom, mainly taking care of the kids. Before that I worked in a large American company in various marketing and product roles. I’m really excited, and frankly super nervous, to be here and get to know you but also to get back out there and start working with my brain again. So please go easy on me if I’m slow to catch on during the first few weeks. It’s been a while since I’ve worked at a professional pace”

Everyone smiled at her warmly. Her tension eased. The worst part was behind her.

“ So what’s your story?” asked Jenny.

“What do you mean?”

“ the thing no one knows about you”

“ oh yeah, darn, I totally forgot about this. See, I am nervous! So in college, I was a competitive high diver. I even tried out for the US Olympic team, but I didn’t make the cut.”

Again, shouts of approval and amazement.

The man who she did not know yet got up. He was beyond handsome. He looked like what some gen-AI tool would generate if you typed in “hot guy” as a prompt. He was tall, athletic, and well dressed. He had steely blue eyes and dark blonde hair. His chiseled jaw, his warm smile, and his perfect teeth looked like they were made for a toothpaste commercial. Adonis probably would’ve been jealous of this guy’s looks.

“ Hello everyone! My name is Tom”

He had a British accent and a voice as smooth as velvet.

“ I am 37 years old, and originally from London, England, but I live in Amsterdam now. Been with a company for four years and I’m really happy that we are getting reinforcements for this team. So Sam” - he looked at her, which made her stomach flutter a bit - “ welcome on board. It’s great to have you. And Juan, of course, as well, once again, now in person.”

He started to sit down, but got back up. “ oh, and the thing that very few people know about me. It’s a long story, but every year I knit Christmas sweaters for me, my sister, and my mom.”

Everyone started laughing. Sam guessed they all had the mental image of this gorgeous demi-god sitting in between some old ladies, knitting sweaters.

“ never, ever, in 1 million years I would’ve guessed that,” Marc laughed as he got up. “ so yeah, hey, I guess you all know me already a little bit, I hired all of you. So I am Marc, I am 45 years old, father of three little rascals, married to my wonderful wife, and we live all together in a small town outside of Munich. As for the things that not many people know, I am addicted to chocolate.”

Tom shouted over him, laughingly: “ That doesn’t count, everyone knows that. Books have probably been written about it.”

Marc squirmed. “ Yeah, I guess you can tell”, he said, tapping his little dad bod. “ OK. Something else. Oh I don’t think I ever told you that I play drums in a metal band.”

“We did not know that” shouted Jenny and Tom in unison. Laughter filled the room.

Sam tried to imagine Marc, who seemed about as edgy as a butter knife, at a metal concert. It was hard. She would’ve more taken him for someone who enjoyed light hikes and maybe playing with model trains or something like that. But hey, quiet waters sometimes run deep.

Marc reassumed control of the room. “ OK, here’s the outline of the next three days. Tomorrow we will have a full day of work ahead of us. I have quite a few things planned to get us started on the new project. We will wrap up around five and we have dinner at a different location at the far end of the valley. Those of you who want to go there on foot, it’s a beautiful little hike. For the others, the hotel will shuttle us up there, and also pick us back up after dinner.

On Wednesday, we will be doing more work in the morning, but after lunch, we will go for a pretty cool teambuilding activity. On Thursday we work until lunch, and then it’s back home for everybody. Class dismissed.”

Everybody got up and huddled together. Relaxed chatter and playful banter filled the air. Marc asked: “ so, what’s everyone going to do until dinner?” “ I’m gonna hit the gym”, said Tom. “ of course you are,” mocked Jenny. “ just look at you, I bet your body fat percentage has exceeded 7% now. You’re positively flabby”. She poked her finger at Tom’s abs. “Ouch! That’s so hard. Are you trying to break my finger?” Everyone laughed. Tom seemed a bit on the fence about it. He clearly enjoyed showing off his ripped body and being complimented. But being made fun off, even lightheartedly didn’t sit well with him. Something for Sam to remember for future encounters.

“I unfortunately have some work to do to prepare for tomorrow” Mark said.

“I will try to find a nice spot on the hotel grounds to practice a little”, said Juan, as he moved towards the door.

“Maybe you can play something for us during this offsite”, Sam suggested.

“Of course, would love to.

Jenny looked at Sam: “You wanna check out the Spa? Maybe get a massage? It looked really nice on the website. And if previous off-sites serve as a blueprint we’re not going to have much time once we get our working hats on.”

“Sure, that sounds great. It’s been a while since I had a little pampering.”

“Great, let’s check in, quickly go down to our room, and then meet down there in half an hour or so?”

Checkin was a breeze, and it turned out that their rooms were right next to each other. Walking towards the room, Sam felt like Jenny wanted to say something, but was hesitating.

“Everything ok?”

“Hm, I don’t really know how to say this, so I am going to say it.”

Sam’s spider senses tingled. What was happening?

“I’m into girls. I’m a lesbian. It’s not a secret or anything, even if I don’t advertise it either. I guess you’d find out eventually. I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable when you find out, like I wanted to lure you into the spa to see you naked or something.”

Sam was puzzled, but quickly regained her composure.

“Oh, alright. That’s okay. Thank you for telling me, though. You do you, girl.”

“Great, thanks for being so cool with it. That’s a relief. It’s just in the past. I’ve had some really negative reactions from women that found out about me liking women. I’d rather be upfront about it. And Americans have the reputation over here about being extra squeamish about things like nudity and sexuality. So better safe than sorry.”

“ I understand. Again, thanks for telling me”

We had reached our rooms. “See you down there in a little bit.”

————-

The spa had been built into the vaulted cellars of the estate. It was beautiful.

At the reception they were greeted by the friendly staff. Sam asked: “We just checked into the hotel, so I know this is short notice. But would you happen to have any slots for massages available in the next two hours?”

The attendant checked the bookings. “Hm, we are pretty full. Looks like the only treatment room I have available is the one we use for our couples massages. Would that be an option?”

Sam looked at Jenny. The young woman laughed: “I swear I did not plan this”

“Sure, that’s fine. We’re not a couple, so we can skip the romance stuff. But the couples room is fine. Can we do 45 minutes?”

“Of course. We’ll get the room set up for you. No rose petals, no couples ceremony” She smiled. “In the meantime, if you want to change or also take a shower to wash off the travel stress, the changing rooms are right here to the left.

Entering the changing room, Sam turned to Jenny. “I really want to take a shower. I feel grimy and disgusting after all that travel.”

“Yeah, me too. I’ll just take a little wee before”

They split up. Sam quickly undressed. It felt so good to get out of her travel clothes and shoes. She unclasped her bra and breathed a sigh of relief as she freed her breasts. They felt heavy. The pregnancies had made her gain about two cup sizes, and gravity had taken its toll over the years. But her husband Adam still was crazy about them. And on days when she didn’t look at herself in the mirror too critically she had to admit that they looked pretty good for a woman her age - full, round, nearly identical, save for a little birthmark next to her left nipple. And her nipples, Adam’s favorite toys, were also pretty nice.

Thinking of Adam playing with her boobs made her nipples perk up a little and gave her a warm feeling in her belly as she stepped into the shower cabin.

She turned on the water and enjoyed the warm rain that came at her with just the right pressure. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, her body starting to relax, as the shower washed away the tension of a day spent traveling.

She pumped a little body wash from the dispenser on the shower wall and belt it up to her nose. It smelled delicious and refreshing, of bergamot and mint. She started to lather her body with it, giving the most attention to those areas where the sweat and grime of the day made her feel sticky and unclean.

She lifted her arm and washed her armpit, being glad that she had remembered to quickly pass over them with a razor this morning. She lifted her breasts and soaped the skin underneath them. Her hands traveled over her belly to slide between her legs and butt cheeks. The warm water and a foamy soap were washing away all feeling of grime and smelliness.

When she stepped out of the shower into the anteroom, she felt reborn. Her smile had turned from weary to cheery, as she put up her wet hair in a turban and wrapped herself into the deliciously soft and thick towels the spa provided.

In the meantime, the attendants had set out a set of slippers and robes for them in the changing room. As she was about to drop her towel to change into the robe, Jenny emerged from the opposite shower cabin, wrapped similarly into a towel. Sam froze, suddenly being conscious of the fact that she had never changed in front of a woman who was into other women. At least not knowingly. Her mind started thinking about ways how to change from the towel into the robe without exposing too much and at the same time not making it awkward. Now she knew why Jenny had broached the topic earlier. She took a deep breath.

“This is stupid”, she said loudly.

Jenny looked at her questioningly. “What is?”

“That I now feel weirded out because of what you told me earlier. It shouldn’t be that way. So, this is me.”

And with that she dropped her towel to the floor. She spread her arms and presented herself naked to the other woman, boobs, bush, birthmarks and all. She felt very self-conscious and exposed, but at the same time as if a heavy weight was lifted off her chest.

Jenny was startled for a second, but then she broke into a broad thankful smile. “Thank you so much for not making it weird. I guess this is me…”

And she dropped her towel as well. Physically, she was the exact opposite of Sam. She was small and slender, her frame rectangular and almost boyish. Her breasts were small and perky. Tattoos covered most of her arms and shoulders, with a vine snaking down from her shoulder down to her chest, the end curling around her nipple. She laughed nervously. “Well I’m glad we got that out of the way”

They giggled and picked up their robes. Sam felt freed and giddy. As they walked out of the changing room, Jenny leaned over to her: “For the record, I think you’re totally hot and it sucks that you don’t play for our team” Both women burst out laughing.

The massage was blissful. Both therapists working on them were skilled, gentle and friendly. Jenny and Sam left the room on cloud nine.

They decided to hit the sauna next. After a decade in Germany Sam knew that the appropriate way to go to the sauna here was fully naked. She used to be very apprehensive about it, and kept herself tightly wrapped up in a towel whenever she went to a thermal bath with her husband or some girl friends.

Not so this time. As if the episode in the changing room had liberated her, she now felt confident and at ease. She sat down on the towel and rested her back against the warm wood of the sauna, her nudity on full display. Jenny sat down next to her.

The two women were alone in the sauna. Once they had settled into the heat and droplets of sweat started to appear on their skin, they started a lazy conversation.

“I love your tattoos. I’ve always been scared of needles, so I could never get one. But I always thought they were really cool. Do they have a meaning?”

“Some of them do. For some I just liked the artwork. Or the artist.” Jenny giggled. “If you know what I mean”

“Which ones are the meaningful ones?”

Jenny showed her wrist. It was encircled with a thin tattooed bracelet. “This is to remember my best friend from school. We used to make these friendship bracelets for each other. She died a few years ago.” Her voice trailed off into silence.

Sam put her hand on her forearm. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. I miss her, but whenever I look at this I remember the many years of friendship. This one here is to commemorate handing in my PhD thesis. I wrote it on this little bugger.” She pointed to a tattoo on her shoulder. It displayed an insect of some sort.

“Oh wow, I didn’t know you had a doctorate”

“Yeah. In Biology. Not that it has served me much since then. But I still enjoyed it.”

“This one is to commemorate my dad. He died a few years ago. He was a lot older than my mum. He was a biologist as well, an arborist. Hence the tree.”

She pointed to a scroll with a name on the inside of her other wrist. ‘Philipp’ it read. “That’s the name of my last boyfriend.”

“Wait, you had a boyfriend? I thought you were a lesbian?”

“Well, it took me a while to realize that. Only in hindsight did I see that all the signs had been there. The fact that enjoyed to be touched by a girl, but most boys weirded me out. The fact that in sex scenes in movies I always watched the girls. The fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about this one girl who joined our class one year. And that even the cutest boys would elicit barely a shrug from me. I mean, I tried the whole boyfriend thing. I have had sex with men. And it wasn’t traumatic or anything. It just didn’t do much for me. Philipp helped me realize my true self. And for that, he’ll be forever in my heart. And on my wrist.” She laughed.

“And then, there’s this one.” She turned to Sam and spread her legs, so she could see the upper end of her inner thigh. There was a tattoo of a small bird flying out of a cage.

“I got this the day I came out to my parents and my closest friends. It symbolizes my liberation. I put it there because I believe that that’s the first spot where my first girlfriend kissed me the first time we had sex.” She laughed. “Actually, I’m not entirely sure if that’s exactly the spot, but it makes do a good story. And it definitely was the general area.” She grinned naughtily, as her hand circled her vulva, pubes and inner thighs.

Sam looked at the tattoo, transfixed. Her mind conjured up an image of a woman diving in between Jenny’s legs, kissing and licking her. For the second time today, she felt her belly flutter and her nipples harden.

“Alright, I gotta get out of here. Let’s jump into the cold plunge” Jenny said, full of energy. She grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled her behind her. Hand in hand, they exited the sauna, walked over to the cold plunge pool completely naked, and dove in.

The cold hit her like a shock. She gasped for air, as all her skin prickled and burned. Her heart started racing. The two women laughed and screamed and giggled and frantically splashed around in the pool in a futile effort to fight off the cold.

“Oh my god, this is amazing! I feel like I am being pricked with a thousand needles, and at the same time I feel so alive and awake!” Jenny gasped.

“Me too!”

Half a minute later, they got out of the pool. Jenny went first. Once she stepped out, she turned towards the pool, watching Sam, at the same time using a towel to press the cold water out of her wet hair.

Sam emerged from the pool. The ice cold water had made her nipples almost painfully hard. Did she imagine it, or did Jenny’s gaze linger on her body for just a split second too long? She decided she didn’t care. She felt liberated and euphoric.

“You know, I think I read somewhere that regular cold plunges make your skin firm. I could use some of that. If they could also get rid of birthmarks, that would be even better,” she said, as she disapprovingly pinched a little layer of fat on her hips where her pregnancies had left their marks.

“Oh stop that! You’re a stunningly beautiful woman. Stop beating yourself up!”

“Now you sound like my husband”

“Well, he’s right. And I’m an expert. I’ve probably had more pussy in my wild years than he ever has!” They both burst out laughing at the crassness of her joke.

They settled into the relaxation room. Lounging on some deck chairs, they sipped a herbal tea and nibbles on some trail mix.

“Tell me about your husband”

“His name is Adam. We’re the same age. We met in college. More than twenty years ago. Almost as long as Juan is old, can you believe it?”

“We both studied at Penn State in the US. About ten years ago, Adam was offered a position in Germany. I had just gotten pregnant with our first son. So we moved over here, and our son was born in Germany. The rest is history”

“He seems like a great guy. Your voice gets all warm when you talk about him.”

“Yeah, I suppose he really is. He’s great with the kids. After all these years, he still gives me the impression that he’s really into me. I know many of my female friends where that is definitely not the case. So I guess I am lucky”

“Hell, if all guys were like that, I would probably go straight again.” Both women laughed. “Nah, not really. But he does sound lake a sweet man.”

“What about you? Are you in a relationship?”

“No, not right now. I had this one girlfriend, the one that I mentioned” - the images were back in Sam’s head - “for about three years. That’s when I hadn’t come out yet. She was a capital-L lesbian, you know, loud and proud. She helped me tremendously in finding my new identity and encouraged me in my coming-out journey. But after I did come out, our relationship disintegrated pretty quickly. I sometimes think that I was her project, and once she had successfully brought me over to the pink side, she lost interest in me. After that, I went on a pretty wild tear, lots of one night stands and short affairs. I guess I wanted to catch up on all the things other people do in high school and college. See what’s out there, you know? In the last few years, things have calmed down a little. I’ve had two or three runs at more serious relationships, but nothing stuck.”

Images of Jenny with all different kinds of women flooded Sam’s brain. Thin women, big women, black, Asian, white. In some she was sensual and tender, in some she was getting her freak on in all kinds of ways. She blinked hard once or twice to refocus on the present. Whew!

“It’s almost time for dinner. I could do this forever, but I guess we gotta get dressed and join the others”

Reluctantly, they got up, gathered their belongings, and walked back to their rooms. When they reached their neighboring doors, Jenny turned and gave her a hug.

“Thank you for joining me. This was so lovely. And it was so great to get to know you. I feel like I found a friend”

“Me too. It was lovely. See you at dinner.”

“See you at dinner, Sam”

In her room, Sam went to the bathroom. She turned in front of the large mirror, looking at her butt, her boobs, her legs. All the little imperfections that used to bother her were still there. But they didn’t bother her anymore. She took a bottle of lotion out of her vanity case and started applying it. She watched herself in the mirror, as her hands traveled over her legs, her butt. “I really am kind of hot”, she thought to herself, as her hands rubbed lotion on her stomach. As she traveled up her hips, the mirror image started to blur, and she no longer felt like it was her own hands caressing her, but somebody else’s. The stranger’s hands traveled tenderly up her hips and side and then started rubbing lotion onto her breasts, circling them in slow, sensual movements.

Suddenly she realized that her cheeks, neck and upper chest were flushing and her pussy was getting wet. She was getting horny!

For a second she thought about just ignoring it and quickly getting dressed. But then again, why should she? I wasn’t like she had to be anywhere in the next five minutes.

She laid down on the bed. The linen was soft and luxurious. She closed her eyes. Her hands kept traveling all over her body. When they reached her breasts, her left hand began to firmly grab it, pressing against it, and pinching her nipple. She bit her lower lip, as the wave of pleasurable pain rippled through her body. Her hips started moving, as her right hand traveled upwards over the heat of her flushed dekolleté and cheeks. She ran her finger through her still slightly wet hair. Her hips were bucking now with anticipation. She gave in to the desire and started caressing her lips and clitoris with her right hand.

Her left hand kept caressing her boobs. Her excitement was building. The next time she pinched her nipple, she also slipped her middle finger and ring finger into her vagina. She was slippery and wet, and the sudden penetration sent another wave of arousal through her body. By the time all the different stimuli reached her brain, all the waves were crashing over each other, causing her mind to explode in fireworks. From the sparks emerged the image Jenny’s face. Suddenly, all Sam could see were the details of Jenny. Her wrist, her tattoos, her elegant neck, her sparkling eyes. Her mischievous smile. Her perky breasts, her firm and round little butt, her vagina. With every image, her arousal grew and the caressing of her clitoris intensified. Finally she saw the look with which Jenny had looked at her. The look of loving acceptance and admiration of her body, her look that said “you are beautiful”. This image sent her over the edge, as her body was rocked by the waves of a powerful and long orgasm. She let go of her breasts and clitoris and curled up on her side, panting, trying to catch her breath. The echoes of her orgasm were still rippling through her body like the those of a stone that had been thrown into a pond.

After a few moments she gingerly got up. Her knees were wobbling as she tiptoed to the bathroom. Holy smokes! She hadn’t pleasured herself in quite a while, and certainly not like that. She looked at herself in the mirror again. She had a slightly delirious smile on her face that just wouldn’t go away.

—————-

At dinner, she was seated in between Marc and Tom, and across the table from Jenny. When Marc saw her arrive, he smiled at her warmly:

“You look like you had a good time at the spa. You’re positively glowing”

Sam smiled sheepishly “yeah, it was very, very nice. But now I am starving!”

Dinner in the barn-turned-restaurant was fantastic. All the courses were based on regional products. Each new course of their five-course meal outdid the previous one. The wine pairing was equally good, and the conversation, that had initially consisted of platitudes about work and travel and more get-to-know-each-other small talk, soon got more lively and raucous. Sam felt incredibly at ease and felt thankful to have found a position in what seemed to be a wonderful team. She hadn’t laughed so much in a long time.

Towards midnight, they all got up to go to bed. They had a full day of work ahead of them, so they needed to get some sleep. Both Sam and Jenny were a little tipsy as the walked through the grounds back to the main building of the estate. Sam put her arm around Jenny.

“You know, I’ve had the best day. I am already happy to have met you guys, and especially you”

The continued silently for a little while, enjoying each other’s company and the cool nighttime air. When they were back inside and approaching their rooms, Sam broke the silence.

“I’m sure you know that Katy Perry song, right? ‘I kissed a girl and I liked it’” she started singing.

“Well, I have never kissed a girl, so I don’t know if I like it.”

They had arrived in front of Jenny’s door. Jenny turned to her and looked at her: “Would you like to find out?”

Instead of an answer, Sam took her face into both of her hands and gave her a hungry, passionate kiss. After a split second surprise, Jenny returned the kiss and put her hands around Sam’s face as well. They tumbled against the door of the room and leaned there, making out like teenagers in Highschool. Sensations of euphoria and excitement rushed through Sam’s body.

After a few moments they stopped, breathing heavily, like a diver coming up for air. They stood pressed against each other and looked each other in the eyes.

“Would you like to find out more about what’s behind this door? Literally and figuratively?”

“I don’t know. I just met you. And this is crazy. But you seem to have my number. So… yes”

And with that, Sam leaned forward again and kissed her. But this time, the kiss was not hungry and passionate, but rather slow and sensual and full of the promise of what was about to happen.

Part 2 will follow very soon.