The Freiburg Project
Copyright© 2007 by Robin Pentecost
Chapter 5
Mystery Sex Story: Chapter 5 - A young, successful architect, who lives in a nudist village in the south of France, pulls her life together after her husband's suicide. She wins a major project and things begin to happen. (Mystery/Thriller, no explicit sex)
Caution: This Mystery Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Romantic
Helen returned to the hotel to change for her dinner with Johannes. She thought about how she had been somehow unable to be in Geneva long enough, in recent months, to be with him again. Even the trip to submit the project that had won Schellen's competition was only two days — and Johannes had been out of town. They had chatted on the telephone once or twice; there had been a few e-mails. It would be good to see him again. She undressed and slipped into the shower, her mind no longer occupied with business.
On her visit to Geneva in the early fall, tired and sick of the business life, she had met Johannes after a long week of meetings and discussions. He had picked her up outside her hotel on a gloriously sunny morning and driven up the western shore of the lake, past the airport.
"Where are we going?" Helen asked.
"I thought you'd like a change," he answered cryptically. Eventually they turned into a park-like area beside the lake.
There was a marina and one of those lakeside restaurants with a wooden-decked, open dining area above the lakeshore where they ate a lunch of fresh-caught fish and local vegetables, drinking a bottle of the local wine.
"I'm worn out, Johannes," Helen said. "It's been a rough week. This meal will put me right to sleep." She knew, and relied on Johannes's understanding and empathy.
"Then let's make the most of it," he responded. He rose and led the way toward the shore. There was a small marina there, and he took Helen's hand, drawing her down one of the piers.
"We're going sailing," he said. "There's nothing more relaxing than that."
"How wonderful," Helen said, turning to hug him and plant a kiss on his lips. She slipped her shoes off — holding his arm to steady herself — while they walked toward a good-sized sailboat and followed Johannes on board. She put her carry-all in the cabin and began helping him make sail. Helen knew boats, where things were likely to be, what needed to be done, and was able to do her share.
"You told me you had this, but I've never seen it before."
"Now you have," Johannes said, starting the engine, "Please take in the bow line, I'm ready to cast off." She stepped onto the dock and unwound the bow line from its cleat, leaving a bend around one wing of the cleat. She stepped back onto the deck and cast off. Johannes took in the stern line and put the engine in reverse.
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