First step

When I arrived, I got out of the car with only one thought: I've had enough of the hustle and bustle of the big city, I've had enough of human envy, I've had enough of urban loneliness. You're surrounded by crowds of people, but there's no one nearby. I got out of the car, the hot sun bathed my face, and I felt a sense of peace. I decided to wait with unpacking and walked down to the shore of the rippling lake.

The trees around me gently swayed, a light breeze cooled my sun-warmed cheeks. The lake water murmured softly, as if inviting me into its aquatic depths... Attracted by this beautiful music, I stepped into it, crouched by the shore, and with my hands began to stroke the tiny waves lapping against my legs... then I heard a splash. I was nervous that someone might interrupt my idyll. I was about to leave, but suddenly, someone appeared, shattering the silence. My heart leapt into my throat, my legs went weak, and I suddenly felt a tingling sensation I'd long since forgotten existed. A pleasant warmth flowed through every part of my body, my breathing became faster and more shallow. I stood there, staring at him... when suddenly I heard the words and realized he was speaking to me... "You here?..."... "hmm... me? I'm on vacation..." all I could do was stare at him and admire his beautifully tanned, naked, and wet body. He approached me; I felt his warmth and closeness with every inch of my body. "Maybe we can have dinner together tonight?" I heard it as if from deep within me. It dawned on me that the man I'd been trying to escape, driving 500 kilometers from home, as far away as possible, was standing in front of me, inviting me to dinner. Of course, I couldn't agree, so I declined and

hurried back to the hotel. I rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and wished the water would wash away those last moments, hoping that time would rewind and this meeting would never happen. However, memories returned like a boomerang. I could smell his perfume again, the gentle touch of his hand... I closed my eyes, and the rush of the water lulled me into an incredible trance... I felt, as if in a dream, the kisses he sprinkled my naked body with, felt his tongue lingering over my trembling skin, felt his gaze fixed on my lips, slightly parted with desire... I felt... at that moment, a sharp knock on the door drastically interrupted my trance. The room service brought the champagne I'd ordered earlier. I quickly took the bottle through the crack in the door, but in addition to the champagne, I was also handed a bouquet of fiery red roses. A note accompanied the flowers: "table on the balcony today at 8 p.m." The bottle fell to the floor with a crash...

I collapsed onto the bed. How dare he do this after all this time? Did he think I'd run to him like a foolish teenager? I ordered another bottle of champagne and grabbed the box of chocolates that tempted me on the nightstand. I wanted to do something quick that would help me forget and not think about him. I uncorked the bottle and, without fumbling with the glasses, began to drink from the bottle in one gulp. The chocolates in the box were gone, the champagne only took up a third of the bottle,

and I rocked, dazed, on the edge of the bed. It was starting to get gray outside... aha! It must be well after 8 p.m., so I could finally emerge from the room. I tried to get up, but all I could do was crawl to the bathroom. My head was buzzing and my legs were failing. I stretched out on the soft carpet. Maybe it would pass soon. I'd lie there for a while, and I'm sure it

would. I got up with the last of my strength, staggered to the bathroom, and turned on the shower...drops of sobriety rained down on me. Oh no! To be dragged into this state by some asshole. I'd bathe, get dressed, and go downstairs, regardless of whether he was there or not. He wouldn't ruin my vacation. Coming downstairs, I found myself looking around nervously. I wasn't supposed

to. I pulled myself together and briskly walked to the restaurant. It was 10 p.m., so he'd surely given up long ago and gone to bed. Feeling pleased with myself, I sat down at a table alone and ordered a large dinner. Good food always lifted my spirits. I felt wonderful when the waiter approached me, "Champagne for the lady," he said, placing the bottle on the table. Astonished, I began to protest, "But I didn't order champagne." The waiter gently gestured to a table in the corner, "The gentleman there wishes you a tasty meal," and hurried away. The man at the table smiled broadly, his glass slightly raised in his hand... I did the same... oh well! Whatever will be, will be. After this gesture, he stood up, walked over to my table, and stood behind the empty chair. Staring at his captivating smile, I softened like a bean on my plate... "I knew you'd come down here eventually; I know how you hate going to bed hungry."

He sat down at my table without any embarrassment; all I could whisper was, "Please sit down." In an instant, my appetite vanished; everything in my stomach churned with nervousness. Meanwhile, he stared at me with those beautiful eyes, and I felt like I was about to melt like ice in the scorching midday sun. He poured champagne into our glasses and toasted, "To our reunion." With each glass, my tension diminished, and the conversation drifted to a more neutral tone. Neither of us broached the subject of our breakup. Although almost a year had passed since then, we had never fully explained everything to each other. I had never truly let go of him. So we laughed and joked like old times. The champagne had released a freedom I'd been missing since I'd seen him by the lake. My appetite returned, and I finished dinner. When the bottle was empty, he suggested a walk along the pier. I was surprised myself that I agreed so quickly and willingly. Memories flooded back as if by magic. He quickly ordered another bottle, and we set off for the walk. The night was hot and humid, the fabric of my blouse clinging to my skin. I sat down on the still-warm boards and dipped my feet into the blissfully cool water. Handing me a glass, he moved so close

that I could feel his breath on my neck. He noticed how much I was reacting to his proximity. He moved closer. The champagne swirled in my head, and I wanted this moment to last forever. I don't even remember how quickly I found myself in his arms, it felt so wonderful. We decided to cool off in the lake. On the other side, there was a place that resembled a beach with a beautiful entrance to the lake. We went there, and I kept giggling like a teenager, as he entertained me... I knew it shouldn't be like this, but I couldn't resist the temptation. When we both sank into the water, was some invisible current pulling us together? I swam to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Underwater, I wrapped my legs around his hips. He didn't protest. For a moment, we looked at each other, as if

still wondering what to do next? His arms wrapped around me, then he hugged me tightly. I tentatively touched his lips with my finger; they were hot and moist. He gently began to kiss him. Our lips met, but as if not yet believing it was happening, they shyly explored each other. His tongue began to roam my mouth more and more boldly. I surrendered to it, like beautiful music in a dance. After a moment, our tongues met, and we began to kiss furiously. I had long forgotten how wonderful it felt to be in his arms, how wonderfully he could caress with his tongue. I hugged him tighter, and our bodies began to undulate with the lust that had gripped us. We emerged from the water, still caressing and kissing. I felt the softness of the blanket under my back, and his body on mine, enveloping me in its wonderful softness. Slowly

He began to remove my underwear, kissing every inch of my body as he did so. When he was finished, he looked me straight in the eyes and whispered, "Let's make love like there's no tomorrow..." I didn't think about these words; I felt only immense pleasure and the desire for complete surrender. My breasts protruded invitingly, and the wind had hardened my nipples as if inviting... come touch me... I felt desire welling up inside him. We began to kiss passionately. Our tongues hungrily intertwined... We lay on the sand, never letting go of each other. I lay naked before him, and he caressed my neck with his tongue, slowly moving down. When he touched my breasts, the pleasure was endless. He played with my nipples with his tongue, driving me almost insane. Then he slowly moved down to savor me. I spread my legs wide, and he delved in, driving me to ecstasy with his wonderful tongue...after a moment, I rolled him onto his back, heated and excited, I ripped off his underwear, and

mounted him like an Amazon...When he entered me, I felt like I was in paradise. I rose and fell, rose and fell. His hands caressed my breasts and I writhed against him, screaming with pleasure.... After a moment, he rolled me onto my back, and in one decisive movement, he entered me. My hips began to undulate with his. I felt him thrusting in and out of me. It was wonderful to look into his eyes as he brought me pleasure.... Our movements became faster and faster.... My breath mingled with his, our lips madly crushing each other, our tongues tangling and caressing each other.... And then he hugged me tightly.... I felt a wave of heat slash through me.... I wrapped my legs around him and held him for a long time, caressing and hugging everything that gave me such pleasure and elation. When we returned to the hotel, we acted like teenagers, holding hands, smiling at each other, and kissing constantly. We fell asleep cuddled in my room.... In the morning, I woke up with the feeling that something was missing. And indeed, the room next to mine was empty. I ran quickly to his room; the door was closed, and no one answered my knocks. Terrified, I ran to the reception desk and asked about him, if he had perhaps gone somewhere. As if he didn't understand my great tragedy, the receptionist replied with a huge smile, "Mr.... he moved out this morning."