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Germany, Aboard a Helicopter Heading Toward an Out-of-The-Way Castle.
Six weeks earlier continued.
Time moved slowly onward as Dessie, tired of looking out the window, smiled at her husband as she began unbuckling her seat restraints. “I want to sit in your lap.”
Phillip, whose mind had been far away, snapped back to reality. “What? Uh, wait, Girl,” he exclaimed, worried. “The pilot said we might have a bumpy ride, especially when we near the mountains.”
“So! We’ll see if your belts are long enough to go around me, too.”
“Dessie, I don’t think that’s...”
“I’m either going to sit in your lap or give you a blowjob. Didn’t he say that the trip would take almost three hours, if I remember correctly?” With a glance out the window, she continued, “We’re still passing over cities, so we have plenty of time.”
Phillip was still protesting when she unzipped him, fished his half-hard dick out and wrapped her lips around it. With a sigh, he stopped arguing and gave in to her demands.
“Don’t hold back, just give it to me,” she said loudly enough for him to hear, all the while hoping there wasn’t a camera somewhere in the cabin. Oh, well, I’ve certainly done it in front of others before.
She could tell when he decided to go along with her. His cock suddenly became rock hard, and she could feel his pulse in the big blood vessel that ran along the side. When his body tensed, she redoubled her efforts, sucking as hard as she could while stimulating the tip of his dick with her tongue. With a loud grunt, he discharged into her mouth — three long spurts — before he collapsed back into the seat.
Gently and lovingly, she sucked and licked him clean. Judging from the amount of his spend and the heavy taste as she swallowed, he hadn’t been jerking off after they made their agreement. She wasn’t sure what she thought about that. On the one hand, she was proud of him for doing what he vowed, but on the other, he had repeatedly turned her down — something he never used to manage.
She wiped her mouth with a tissue she had put in her pocket for just such emergencies, while he put his cock back into his pants and zipped up. She leaned to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head to give her a deep kiss, merely saying, “Thank you. Now get that pretty butt back into your seat and strapped in before we hit turbulence.”
They chatted on and off, mainly speculation about the area where they were going to backpack, but he had a faint smile on his face from time to time, which gave her hope.
The ride grew bumpier as they left the cityscape and began passing over the foothills of the mountains they were paralleling in the distance.
Dessie stared out the window as the rolling hills and valleys glided smoothly below their craft. As they turned more toward the mountains, the wind picked up, causing the helicopter to bump and sway.
Dessie’s stomach didn’t like the effect as she gripped her armrests and hoped the ride would smooth out before her stomach utterly rebelled.
“Looks as if we might have some weather moving in,” her husband said as he also peered out the window. “If we hike any today, we had better keep our rain gear accessible.”
Dessie hoped the weather wouldn’t get any worse. She would hate for the pilots to turn back after the long ride.
A few minutes later, the speaker came on as the pilot said in perfect English, although he didn’t use any contractions, “That is our destination at your five o’clock. I am going to circle to line up facing into the wind, but we will be down soon.”
The lower they got, the less the wind, which Dessie heartedly approved of. The landing was slow but gentle. A moment later, the big engines began spooling down. The pilot had already cautioned them to remain in their seats until the craft was down, the wheels were chocked, and he had opened the door for them.
As soon as the door was open and the steps were down, Dessie was ready. The pilot or the copilot, she didn’t know who did what, offered his hand and helped her to the ground with Phillip right behind her.
It’s definitely a castle, Phillip thought as he eyed the aged building. The walls were made of what appeared to be hand-hewn stones set in some type of mortar. The building wasn’t that large as far as castles went, he supposed, but it was definitely big enough to be inspiring. It consisted of what appeared to be three floors — at least there were three levels of sparse windows set in the thick wall that faced them. Each wall of the building segued into round protrusions some twenty feet in diameter that made up the corners. These round areas extended some fifteen feet above the wall and had slots all around, which he assumed were used for ports while firing arrows or whatever other projectiles they used when the castle was built.
Later, as he explored the outside of the castle, he wondered what the rectangular room-like projections, approximately thirty feet long and extending out from the top of the main wall ten feet or so, were for. Only two opposing walls had this rectangular addition; the other two were blank. These protrusions were similar to the rounded corner embattlements but were more prolonged and rectangular. He finally decided that the projections’ purpose was to conceal archers who would protect the long center span of the wall when others along the main wall could not see the attackers or where the enemy was out of range.
Near the center of the roof was a duplication of the round embattlements at the corners, except this was much taller and considerably bigger around — probably sixty feet in diameter — but it had the same tall firing slots like the corners. He assumed this was used as another firing position, and due to its height, provided the defenders with an overall view of the area. All along the top edge of the walls were more firing slots.
He assumed that during an attack, an archer would nock an arrow, draw his bow, then step into the slot and fire before quickly moving back behind cover.
Dessie had to call his name twice before he noticed. “Sorry,” he said, “I suppose I was fascinated with the castle. We were expecting to find something made up to look like a castle, but this is obviously the real thing.”
The woman who came out was the owner and smiled up at him as she introduced herself as Mia, and the short man standing beside her as Fischer. They would later learn that Fischer was her brother-in-law, and the chef, whom they would meet later, was her sister, Sophia. “We hope that you will enjoy your stay, and I am flattered by your response to our home,” she teased Phillip.
“I would love to hear the story of how you became the mistress of such a beautiful and mysterious building,” Phillip told her.
Mia chuckled. “It is a long story. Perhaps we will have time during your stay for the details.”
“Sorry, as I’m sure you realize, I’m Phillip Albright, and this is my beautiful wife, Dessie. As we discussed on the phone, Dessie and I are backpackers, or at least we were years ago. Anyway, we want to base our backpacking trips here, but we plan on spending most of our time on the trails.”
After everyone shook hands, Mia said, “Since you asked for our largest suite, I put you on the third floor in the back. It is that part of the building that is higher than the rest. Unfortunately, we only have the elevator in the front, which stops on the second floor. To get to the third floor, you have to walk the length of the hallway from the elevator, then up the stairs to the suite which is much higher than the rest of the castle. Once you are there, the view is breathtaking, though.
“If the suite is not satisfactory because of the stairway,” she continued, “I have several unoccupied suites on the second floor that you may choose from. They are all large, but the one on the third floor is twice the size of the others. I suggest that you have a look at the large suite before making your choice.”
“That sounds reasonable,” Dessie said.
“Fischer, please put their things in the storage room until our guests decide.” Turning back to them, “There is only one of the other suites occupied at the moment, but we expect several guests Friday afternoon.”
Turning to the pilots, she invited them for lunch unless they were pressed for time. Both agreed, the pilot commenting that this trip was the only flight they had scheduled that day.
Fischer began loading the cart, and the two pilots, who seemed familiar with the routines here, helped him. Mia motioned to Phillip and Dessie. “Shall we go check out the suites to see which one you would prefer? The third-floor suite can also be reached via the rear entrance, but you will have to walk up several long flights of stairs to reach it from there.”
Inside the main entrance to the castle, both were amazed at the height of the ceilings and the width of the hallways. Instead of the gloom that both unconsciously expected, there was indirect lighting that brightened everything. The interior was still stone, but it had been polished to a subdued luster while the floors consisted of a stone tile that went well with the castle’s walls. Phillip assumed there had been a great deal of refurbishing done, but it was difficult to tell what was original and what had been replaced. The overall appearance so far was that of subtle elegance instead of the dungeon-like appearance of several of the lesser castles they had visited in their tours of Germany and other countries. They didn’t ask to explore just now, but they both wondered if the elegance displayed here would extend throughout the castle and also to their suite on the third floor.
As they rode up on the elevator, which was modern and quiet, Mia said, “We serve breakfast from six to eight and dinner from five to seven. Lunch will usually be sandwiches and snacks, and it is serve-yourself. If you’re looking for quiet, we aren’t even on any air routes, so quiet we have in abundance. You mentioned backpacking. We have several local trails nearby, two of which that end up at lakes. The first lake is approximately half a kilometer long and half that in width, with the second roughly half the size of the first but well suited for swimming. Both lakes have primitive campsites as well as canoes, should you want to explore. I failed to mention them as we passed, but there are brochures near the elevator with maps of the trails in addition to other information about the area. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your need, the nearest village is quite a distance southwest of here. Accessible by hiking, of course.”
“We asked the concierge at our hotel about a secluded castle with backpacking trails that did not wind up in a village.”
Mia smiled. “We do not advertise, but we have an agreement with the concierges of several hotels throughout the country to offer our castle as a vacation alternative for those who want to get away from the rush of civilization. So far, the method has been quite successful in bringing us the type of guests that we envisioned visiting when we restored the beauty of this wonderful old building. Unfortunately, my husband died before our first guests arrived,” she finished quietly.
“Oh, we’re so sorry,” Dessie hastened to say.
“Thank you, but it has been several years now.”
Hurrying to change the subject, Dessie went on, “As we said on the phone, we won’t be here a great deal. We plan to spend most of our time hiking. We hope to find a secluded campsite in the mountains that we can use as a second base. We brought a two-wheel cart that we hope to use to move in supplies should we find the perfect place. We aren’t going to use the main trail that is advertised in all the hiking brochures, but we hope to branch off on our own. We have a GPS, plenty of extra batteries, a compass and maps, and we know how to use each of them.”
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