Chapter 3

I sat down at the coffee table and rushed into breakfast.

“You’re not eating, Mom?”

“No, I’m going to take a shower first.”

She went to the bathroom, and I rushed to scarf down my breakfast. I was famished after having expended all that energy. I should have been happy that we were finally getting out of “captivity,” but I knew that when we got out of this room and returned to the reality of the world outside, nothing would be the same as before. It was also clear that we certainly wouldn’t be doing what we have been doing over the last few days. I felt as if I were waking up from a dream.

Mom came out of the bathroom and said, “I’ll just put something in my mouth and start packing.”

I went to the bathroom. While the hot water from the shower was sluicing over my shoulders, I was thinking about how it all started, about how I had fucked her, how she had come. It was hard for me to accept that it might never happen again. I got excited; my cock was rising. I thought I’d ask her if we could do it at least one more time before we leave, but I could see that she was back to her usual self. Her movements, facial expressions, vocabulary--everything seemed to be back to what they normally were.

I gathered my courage, and when I finished my shower, I went outside and asked her, “Mom, don’t get me wrong ... I mean, we’re still here ... maybe ... we can continue when we’re not here, and now we’re still here, then I thought...”

I stuttered and didn’t manage to put a sentence together, but she understood what I was trying to say and interrupted me, “Do you mean one last time?”

“Well, yes. Yes,” I repeated, just to make sure she heard.

She looked at the clock and replied, “When I finish packing, if there is time, maybe if we can be quick, but I am already dressed...”

“Well, a quick one then...”

“Then help me with this,”--and she motioned towards the suitcases.

I handed things to her, and she put them in suitcases, separating dirty and clean clothes. I checked our documents, checked the room and the bathroom to make sure we didn’t forget anything, and when everything was finished, I said, “We have ten more minutes.”

She was dressed in a summer dress, so she lifted the hem up and removed her panties.

“I won’t take my dress off; we don’t have much time. Please hurry,” she pleaded.

“Well, get on the bed then,” I hurried her along.

“I won’t lie down because it will crumple my dress; I’ll kneel, and you can fuck me from behind.”

She knelt on the bed and spread herself. I took out my dick, and, after I felt her pussy with my fingers, I pushed it in her. After 2-3 minutes, her moaning started, and her pussy became more and more wet.

“Ah, harder, ah, come on, faster, hurry...”

Even though I could have come if I had wanted to, I wanted to fuck her more. I wanted to make the most of the time we had left.

While I was fucking her, her cell phone rang. Verica called.

“Ah, stop, ah, ah, V-verica is calling, ah...”

I paused for a moment but left my cock deep inside her. She answered.

“Hey, where are you, Verica?”

“I’m here. I am in front of the hotel,” Verica replied.

I heard Verica talking. I couldn’t just stay in her pussy like that, but I continued to fuck her, but still a little slower and with care. She was holding her cell phone with one hand and was leaning on the bed with the other.

Mom barely answered, “Ah, now ... now we will ... ah, go down. In f-five minutes.

“Ok, I’m waiting for you.”

She put down her mobile phone and angrily said, “Why didn’t you stop, huh?”

I just continued to fuck her. It was obvious to her that she couldn’t rush me anymore. I stuffed her for probably another 5-6 minutes, and then she started to come. Her orgasm lasted a long time. Obviously, she was very turned on by this kind of quick sex. I neither wanted nor could delay any longer, so I filled her pussy and stayed in her like that. I didn’t pull out, and her knees gave way, her legs spread apart, and she fell on the bed. She was lying on her stomach like that, and I took my cock out of her pussy and moved away.

“Come on, Verica is waiting ... we have to go,” my Mom urged.

She wiped her pussy with the sheet and pulled on her panties. She fixed her dress, looked at herself in the mirror, and straightened her hair a little with her hand. She was still out of breath, and her face was flushed. She seemed confused after the orgasm but somehow managed to pull herself together.

I took the bigger suitcase, and she took the smaller one, and we went out.

While we were standing in the hallway, she held the door open and said, “Come closer, take a good look inside, and close the door. Let everything stay inside because I don’t want us to ever mention this again. Now I am Jasna, your mother again. This one was another woman.”

“Okay, I understand.”

We entered the elevator and went down. We signed out, completed the formalities at the reception, and left the hotel. There were several cars in the parking lot. There was only one person in front of the black Audi station wagon. A woman pulled a small child out of the child seat in the back of the car. We knew it was Verica. We immediately ran towards her.

Of course, there was no lack of female screaming when they met. We all kissed and cuddled, and Mom took the little one and didn’t let him go.

“Oh, little sweetie, he’s wonderful.”

And then there was the classic oohing and aahing, and finally commenting, “His eyes are like his mom’s, his nose is like his dad’s, he looks like his grandfather,...”--and so on.

I didn’t even bother to listen to the chattering, but I took the opportunity to take a good look at Verica. While they were standing next to each other and babbling over the child, I took stock: even though they were sisters, there was nothing to compare. Verica is completely different. Verica had long black hair and a beautiful face unmarred by age--no one would have guessed she was over 30 years old. Apparently, after giving birth, she had some kind of treatment or spent a lot of time at the gym because her figure was perfect. There was not a gram of fat on her. Waist, legs ... all perfect. She really could have told everyone she was 25, and they would have believed it. And as for her body, I can say that many teenage girls would envy her.

I was thinking about what my mother had said--that the role of wife and mother suited Verica very well--and I wholeheartedly agree.

“I can see that these 5 days of imprisonment have benefited you. You are somehow ... radiating,” Verica commented.

I laughed to myself at that and looked at my Mom. And she really radiated, and she looked so sexy. I thought, “No wonder, she was fucking me until less than 10 minutes ago.”

Verica continued, “And look at this guy! Two years ago he was just playing with the ball, and all he was interested in was soccer, and now I can see that all the girls in Prague will be excited to meet him.”

I was feeling a little uncomfortable, so I moved closer to Mom, who was still holding little Alex.

“Let me take him, Mom,” I asked to take the child, hoping to get the attention off me.

I took my nephew, amazed at how tiny he was. I wasn’t very experienced with small children, but my nephew was an adorable child.

We headed towards their house. I sat in the front, and Mom was behind with the little one. Since it was my first time in Prague and in Czechia in general, I was focused on observing the world going by from the car and was not involved in their conversation. After about twenty minutes of driving, we passed through a settlement where, by the appearance of the houses and the type of cars parked, one could conclude that it was an elite part of town. Soon we parked in front of one of those square modern houses.

“Wow, is this where you live?” I was astounded by the modern milieu.

We got out of the car. There was a swimming pool in front of the house.

“There is also an indoor pool downstairs.”

While Verica was showing me the garden, Mom was preoccupied with Alex.

Soon we entered the house. We climbed the stairs to the mezzanine level and entered the modern house. The entrance led straight down a long corridor and down some stairs where one can find the garage, the pool, and the basement ... On the left side of the corridor, there were several small rooms, which are mainly intended for clothes and shoes, and the bathroom, and in the middle of the corridor, on the right, there was a huge living room. The kitchen and dining room were on the left, but everything was on one level. Then there were the stairs to go up to the bedrooms.

We went upstairs, and Verica showed us to our room, where we would stay for the next two days. It was a large, spacious room with one double bed and one single bed on the side. There was a wardrobe, table and chairs, balcony, and a bathroom connected to the room.

When we settled in, we went downstairs. My mother did not separate herself from the little one, and the two sisters talked as if excited. I managed to understand that Jiri would come home for lunch, so I went for a walk around the neighborhood to pass the time.

I saw a lot of beautiful girls along the way. I liked the city. I was passing by the bus station, and a beautiful blonde asked me something in Czech. I partially understood that she was asking what bus number was driving somewhere. I explained to her that I am a foreigner, but I immediately took out my cell phone and offered to look up what she needed to know. Soon we found the information, and the girl thanked me profusely. I held out my hand and introduced myself. She smiled and said that her name was Natalia and that she is from Russia and worked here as a nanny.

The bus just came. I quickly asked her for her last name and if I could send her a friend request on Facebook. While getting on the bus, she said, “Natalia Tikhonova.”

It may have been Tikonova, or maybe Tironova. I couldn’t understand well because the bus door had already started to close. As the bus was leaving, she sat by the window, smiled, and waved at me. God, I’m in love right now. I sat on the bench and searched Facebook, looking for Natalia Ti ... something. I didn’t succeed. But I won’t give up. I’ll find her sometime. I slowly made my way back to the house.

When I arrived, Jiri was at home. We said hello and immediately invited me to come with him to the terrace to drink a beer while we waited for lunch.

While the two sisters were preparing lunch, we sat and sipped beer. Jiri is a successful lawyer. It’s stupid of me to say that a man is handsome, but if you looked at it from a woman’s point of view, you could certainly say so. At least for those who like middle-aged men in good shape who keep to themselves, and from what I hear, some women like it when a man has a little gray in their hair. In addition to all that, Jiri is very charismatic. He learned some Croatian so that communication went without problems, and if we got stuck on something, we helped out with English.

After lunch, we sat outside. The two sisters didn’t stop talking, which is understandable, while Jiri and I slowly sipped beer and had a completely different conversation. He was pleasant to talk to, highly educated, and communicative. Well, of course he has to be that if he is a lawyer. We started our conversation with the unavoidable topic of COVID, of course, and then we got caught up in politics and the new world order. I also realized that Jiri was a great connoisseur of sports and music.

As time passed and those two didn’t stop talking, Jiri suggested that he take me to the city and show me around. The sisters agreed that it was a good idea. They could probably talk for days anyway.

We sat in his Mercedes and soon arrived in the city. It was afternoon, and it was quite hot. We visited the Old Town Square, the Prague Castle, and Charles Bridge. I liked the city at first. There were a lot of cafes and a lot of tourists in the city. Jiri said that the locals rush into the city only in the evening, those who have not yet left for Croatia for vacation. It was a joke, of course. Then he took me to the most popular pub.

After walking in the heat, a beer was just what we needed. Jiri told me a lot of interesting stories about brewing in Czechia, from the very beginning to modern production.

This was followed by going to a nearby restaurant for dinner, and then we went to a cafe--that is, it is not a cafe nor an inn, but something like the main city cafe in this area. One in which they drink beer and not coffee. A lot of young people started to gather. We were sitting at the bar, and a little further away from us, a guy who was sitting in a booth waved to Jiri and then got up and came to us.

It was Pavel; he used to be an intern at Jiri’s law office. Jiri offered him a drink, but Pavel said that he already had a drink there with the girls. Three beautiful girls were with him, and Jiri told him to invite them to join us. Pavel just waved at them, and the girls came. I took a good look at them while they were approaching us. They were girls of my age, maybe a few years older. Veronika was the first to give me her hand. A beautiful blonde, extremely sexy. The other girl was Miroslava. At first, she acted as a sponsor girl. She was made up like a whore: heavy mascara and overly red lips, protruding breasts and short, thin shorts, under which I could see she wore black thongs. The third girl was Lenka. Shorter than the other two. She had straight, long black hair with an incredibly beautiful face, and her mouth was addictive--I couldn’t tear away my eyes from them when she spoke. She was thinner than the other two girls, but everything was in its place. She immediately reminded me of Aunt Verica; she was like her smaller and younger version of her.

All the girls, except Miroslava, were extremely communicative. It was pleasant; they did talk to each other in Czech. I understood part of it, and Jiri translated the rest for me into Croatian, and when they addressed me, they spoke in English.