Chapter 11

04.11.2016 Friday

A few weeks later, I finally wanted to examine our surroundings in more detail. We had made great progress, especially the mutual understanding in the foreign language English made me very satisfied. Finally, we were also increasingly a team from this side. Our cohabitation had stabilized; the girls grew more and more into young ladies.

My assistants accompanied me on my excursion along the old driveway. I wanted to explore the old access road to the mine as much as possible. We took food and drink in three back bags. Of course, we had two hunting rifles and the corresponding ammunition with us. You couldn’t know if a puma or a spectacled bear would show up. Actually, these animals flee from people, they said so generally, but we were strangers and I was insecure about it. The girls took turns carrying one of the rifles as well as a hacksaw to help if the vegetation became too dense.

The first five hundred meters were the steepest, almost up to twenty percent of the slope. Nearly the whole way I had to cut off many wild shoots from the trees growing on the road with my machete, so that we could move forward more easily. After about a kilometre we had a wonderful view of our valley and the village of the Peruvians, better the Indios. Our guesthouse and the central one were located in places that were hidden by the mountains. We had been looking all along the way. Again, I realized that the buildings were deliberately designed to the mountains. One should not recognize the signs of European civilization, I was almost sure, that was the plan of the investor.

After another five hundred metres, the road turned sharply to the west, and then again continued on a gentle slope to the south. At this westernmost point, the mountains were heavily eroded by the wind. Erosion made it possible to get to the ridge of the mountain range, which here was about eight hundred meters higher than our valley. We did not miss the opportunity to go to this viewpoint. A wonderful view offered itself to us. In front of us was the upper part of our valley. We saw smaller groups of wild alpacas in the distance. Directly before us, as in a gutter, lay the course of the river, which, I believed, fed our waterfall and the fishponds. There was a kind of path going down to the water, which we followed. Now you could clearly see that this watercourse was artificially created. Perhaps it also supplied water for ore processing and mining in the past.

Here was a very idyllic place. However, the wind fairly whistled through the gap in the course of the mountain. As a civil engineer, I would have to determine that it would be the most suitable location for a wind power plant. But we had enough electricity and of course no possibility for an additional wind turbine.

In a sheltered place, almost a kind of cave, we sat down in the sun. Sula scolded when I lit a cigarette. Babette, on the other hand, took a puff and blew the smoke in her friend’s face. They teased each other in a very pleasant way. You could feel that they liked each other very much. Obviously, they no longer had the need to show it in public or to me. But the way they looked at each other or touched each other as if by chance spoke of a deeper relationship. I was happy about that. The girls just now in adolescence needed partnerships and friendships for their later social behaviour. I pulled both girls very close to me. “It’s very nice how you two are to each other. Your friendship is very good to me.” They both looked at me fixedly and Sula said: “We are so glad that we have each other. With Babette I can discuss more and more. She’s so sweet to me.” Babette said that it was not love, she only would love me, and she couldn’t wait to partner with me. “Take your time, Babette. You’re growing so much right now. Since your body needs all the strength for itself.”

Then she groaned. “My growth is terrible. Look at my thin arms and legs. And first my nose and mouth, it makes me sad.” Tenderly I took her in my arms. “Your arms and legs are not thinner, it only seems that way because they have become longer. Look, Sula’s arms are much thinner, but this looks different, because at the moment they fit better to the length. You are a sweet girl on the way to becoming a woman. Soon you’ll be as big as me.” I dabbed her nose with my index finger. “You can’t do anything against your nose, but after growth, the face will also become more harmonious again. I like the way you are.” We smiled at each other kindly, although she still had several objections. But Sula had to prove her right to exist to us now. She pressed to me: “How is my nose? Do you like it too?” Babette and I had to laugh as the little girl threw herself at me. I gave her nose a kiss and pressed both girls even tighter to me.

When Babette finally tried to kiss me, I asked her to let it go. “There’s still so much time for that, if you want it later. If you were at home in Romania, you wouldn’t even look at an old man like me. How old is your dad?” She laughed: “Almost 40!” Then I gave her a smack on the lips, and we went back to the former road.

We were making better progress now; the vegetation had slightly subsided. Suddenly there was no gorge on the left side. The road went through a cave that had been blown out several years ago. After that, the road was almost impassable. The trees huddled together as if they wanted to block our way. We couldn’t climb over the slope either. There were cacti with sharp spikes standing close to each other. They were just blooming, and the fragrance was indescribably strong, but pleasant. Babette suddenly showed us the Puya Raimondi, a very special cactus that is called the ‘Queen of the Cordilleras’. We knew the strange plant from the video we shared together. Some were still in the bullet-like spiked head; several swayed in the wind with their enormous sprouting. It must have been a sensation to see something like this in bloom, but there was no chance to get close to her. Moreover, they flourished only once in their long life, how to find exactly this moment?

We cut down a few trees very close to the ground. Maybe you could use the road as an access way to us later. Sula fought with my machete with some creepers and with smaller cacti that had spread out between the trees. But there was no thought of a faster progress. The best thing was to stop our excursion here.

Babette pointed excitedly into the distance. She saw smoke over the mountains. With the binoculars I could see that smoke was rising in several places, but that was still very far away. It was certainly the mountain village I had seen on a map in the office. It was amazing, though, how well Babette could see. “You could look like an eagle.” I said to her, kindly putting an arm on her shoulder. Sula also had good eyes, but Babette’s eyesight was unmatched. Finally, we cleared the roadway to about ten meters and threw everything into the gorge. Soon we were almost at the end of our strength. “It will take years to clear this path. It’s a pity. It was our last chance.”

“Why our last chance? Do you want to get away from us? I always want to stay in our paradise.” Sula said excitedly.

“No. I also like it very much, especially because of you dear girls and my dear women are with me. But at some point the sugar and salt will come to an end. We then have no spaghetti or rice, no new clothes and no more medicine. It doesn’t go well forever without a connection to the world.” Sula was thinking. Babette just nodded. “Yes, salt is very important, my grandfather always explained this to me.”

On the way back, we tried to pull out small tree shoots from the road. Every tree that can no longer grow was perhaps important for our future. We took our lunch break in the wind-protected hollow path. The excursion was enlightening. But it meant a lot of work if we wanted to put the road back into operation at some point. We agreed that my two assistants should take advantage of free days in the future to make the ascent from the valley passable meter by meter. Maybe they would manage half a kilometre by Christmas.

As I was walking downhill, I noticed that the path became increasingly strenuous for my two companions. In addition to muscle pain, Sula even had bloody fingers from tearing out young trees. Babette didn’t care so much, but she had sprained her left ankle and was limping slightly. That’s when I came up with the idea to suggest my assistants a bath and to try out the massage oil. Both were immediately on fire.

“But there are fixed rules for massages: 1. No sexual acts. 2. All to be massaged wear their knickers.” – “Sure. I look forward to it,” Sula said. “You were travelling with us, too. Can I give you a massage?” Smiling, I thanked her for the dear offer, but said only dryly: “For this, fortunately, I have two experienced women, Luisa and our physician, Ms. Liebknecht.” – Sula smiled mischievously. “Do you also do it with panties and without sex?” – “Let that be our business. After all, we are adults. And Luisa is having a child with me, and our doctor will certainly be too. You can massage yourself without panties.” Sula twisted delighted her eyes, she was dreaming.

Babette had listened in silence. Now her moment came. “I also want a child from you. Then you can massage me day and night without panties.” True, somewhat childishly, she, apparently, expressed her secret desires. All the girls, more or less by now, felt the need to try themselves sexually. To be honest, I had also put a lot of gestures and actions on it at the beginning. The most effective were certainly the lustful, even voluptuous sounds of Luisa, Carmen, and Ramona, which sometimes resounded through our main house. Even the ceremony, when we were walking towards room 13 to the guesthouse, was often accompanied with envious glances by some young ladies. But all the girls had to become womanlier, more adult and more self-reliant before they were allowed to think about sex or even having children.

Soon my dear companions were sitting in my tub and enjoyed the soothing bath and the aromatic scents of the bath essence. I had showered and blow-dried in Luisa’s bathroom. For special reason, I put on a wide slouch pants, should arouse my masculinity too much during the physical contact with the girls. Then, together with Esther, I drove a lounger from the treatment room to the bathroom. Immediately Esther was envious of the bathers. “Can I take a bath too?” – “We will make a schedule. Today I offer everyone to be massaged once a month by me or by Mrs. Liebknecht. You are welcome to set up a file for this, where everyone can sign up. My massage appointments are on Thursdays and Fridays from 6.30 –7.15 in the evening. Ask Ms. Liebknecht if and if so, when she wants to practice it.” Esther looked at me thoughtfully. “Esther, you are welcome to be here today. If you want, you can even help me.” Our nurse kept her mouth open lost her speech. She must have thought it was about sex. It was more about getting closer to me personally, about chatting undisturbed like at the hairdresser, but also about the fact that the girls got used to having no shame in front of me and gaining more confidence during the massages. Everything else comes later as if by it, I believed.

Esther helped Sula out of the tub and also with the drying. Priya was also interested and brought two beautiful patterned panties for the newly bathed ones. The Vietnamese girl really had our laundry supplies in mind. In the meantime, I had heated half a bottle of ‘Tropical heat’-oil with an oil heater. Sula lay down on her stomach, as I wanted, on the couch, Esther dabbed a few more drops of water from her back and off we started. While I gently and tenderly stroked the shoulders and the neck with oil, Esther started on the calves and feet. Priya took an arm and a hand in front of her. Slowly, my hands grasped the entire back. Priya already had the other hand in lovely treatment. Esther and I then shared the thighs. When I asked about her condition, Sula just said: “Magnificent.” The scent of the oil easily stunned our senses. There was a kind of lust in the air. Then Sula turned. I asked her who should massage her breasts. “You, just you, please.” I liked to do it. I had never felt anything so lovely as a delicately hinted girl’s breast. Her nipples straightened more and more in my palms. She sighed a little. Esther apparently touched her panties during the thigh massage and there had already accumulated feelings. Sula enjoyed the treatment with her eyes closed in the deepest features with all her senses.

Priya dabbed Sula’s slightly sweating face and rubbed the chocolate-brown skin with lotion. A few minutes later we covered the dear Kenyan girl with a bed sheet. I checked the wounds on Sula’s hands for a while, it was fine now, Priya had almost massaged and creamed away the skin abrasions and small wounds.

Babette was not at all pleased that the two helpers were frolicking in my bathroom. “Would you please leave us alone? I ordered a one-on-one massage from my boss.” Esther and Priya looked at me questioningly, but I was pleased that the two helpers reduced the pent-up expectation of my dear Romanian very young woman. “No. We do it like we have done it with Sula, all together. You will notice how great it is to be worked by six hands at the same time.” Babette pouted and did not let her be helped even with drying. For the first time I noticed the big bush of dark blond hair in her pubic area. Ramona had to intervene once and help the girls with the shortening of the pubic hair. Completely shaved, I did not find a woman so beautiful, but with Babette it was almost a jungle that should be trimmed.

When Priya handed her the panties, I really noticed how it was bubbling inside Babette. Reluctantly pulling on her panties, she gave Sula a light slap on the bottom so that she cleared the lounger. The little girl was frightened, obviously she had fallen asleep. I lifted her into the air, turned her to me and kissed her forehead. Then I put her on my bed in the bedroom and covered her carefully with a sheet. She literally clawed at me and said with passion: “That was just great.”

Fortunately, I averted her kiss, because Esther and Priya were standing at the bedroom door. Babette would have once again urgently asked them to be massaged by me alone. “How would you decide in my place?” I asked. “If I were Babette, I would also be happy if you massaged me alone.” Esther said honestly. Priya was still thinking when I said: “We have the same right for everyone. You guys help me.” Babette had not completely heart my words, but quickly understood how I had decided. As she was lying on the flatbed, I had to smile inwardly. Her arms and legs were really totally disproportionate to her body at the moment. She flinched a little when I dripped the first oil on her back. Unfortunately it was too warm, almost hot. I quickly rubbed the liquid all over her back and apologized, but Babette was already clearly enjoying my caring hands. The girls poured some cold oil into the heater so that a suitable heat was created again.

After Babette turned on her back, I felt for the first time how much the girl and her breasts had developed. I took care of her neck and the front shoulder area once more. Then I took a hefty load of oil and let it drip from my hands onto her breasts. Somehow I was shy to touch the beautiful breasts. Babette looked at me with a fixed gaze, noticed my reluctance and whispered to me a “Please.” to. It was precious feelings, how the girl surrendered to my hands, closed her eyes and chewed sensually lightly on her lips. This was much more erotic than some paid sex with which I had previously satisfied my sexual needs. Unfortunately, I also noticed that something was stirring in my pants, but there was hope that no one noticed.

When my hands massaged her belly and Esther did her thighs, Ramona came into the room. She was pleased that I was not alone with the massaged one, that we took the erotic tip of the massage by teamwork. We talked about future massages and the schedule. Ramona wanted to do two massages every Sunday morning. “That’s only eight a month.” I wondered. “You have to look at the list, you are fully booked until after Christmas, I only have three massage requests.” – “I haven’t even announced it yet.” – “After Esther and Priya had entered themselves in the list for November and January and hung the order summary on the stairs, there was no stopping the girls.”

Again I realized how much the girls longed for male contact. Even the hunchback of Notre Dame would certainly be fully booked. If this continued to develop, we would have no problem getting the many cots full.

After I had laid Babette next to Sula, she stroked my arm. “Thank you. It was divine.” I winked at her, covered her with a sheet and smoothed it over her breasts. Then my dear Romanian smiled and made me a kiss mouth.