Luzern, Switzerland PART 1

A Lovely Cruise

Lisa, Jules and I arrived in Luzern, Switzerland after leaving Innsbruck having wandered the countryside exploring and continuing our explorations of each other. The old wooden door swung open, revealing a room that felt both ancient and impossibly new. The air, crisp and cool, flowed in from the open terrace door, carrying with it the scent of pine and fresh mountain air. We dropped our bags, our eyes drawn to the massive king-sized bed, its crisp white linens a stark contrast to the dark, rich wood of the room. It was exactly what we wanted, a single space for all three of us to get lost in. But the real show was beyond the glass doors. We stepped onto the terrace, a small bistro set waiting for us. The view was breathtaking. The city of Luzern sprawled out below us, a glittering tapestry of lights at the edge of the dark, placid lake. Towering mountains, their peaks dusted with snow, stood sentinel in the distance, a quiet testament to the world we had left behind. The beauty of the moment was almost too much to comprehend. It was a new beginning, a clean slate and a fitting end to our journey. The days we had just spent together had created a new language between us, one of shared glances and knowing smiles. Here, in this new place, our imaginations ran wild. We stood on that terrace, the cool breeze on our skin, our hearts pounding with a shared, silent understanding. The unspoken question was in all of our eyes: What new and beautiful ways would we find to pleasure each other in this breathtaking place?

We went down to restaurant which had the same view as our room and had dinner with some wine. There was a trio playing some very smooth music, and we enjoyed the food, the wine and the atmosphere. We were tired, so he grabbed the unfinished bottle and retreated back to our room and after re-creating some of our passionate memories of the last few days were quickly asleep. The following morning, we awakened and had breakfast delivered to the room, which we all shared on the balcony. Our private space in the world. The girls had borrowed a couple of my shirts, and I was still in my boxers and my baggy T-shirt. My shirts never looked so good. After breakfast, we dressed and made our way down into the city. The cobblestone streets of old town Luzern were a maze of medieval charm. We wandered across the Chapel Bridge, its ancient wooden beams whispering stories of a bygone era and stopped to admire the centuries-old water tower. We all laughed as we tried to pronounce some of the German words on the shop signs, stumbling over the guttural sounds. Lisa and Jules would occasionally stop and look at various items in the shops, but I were more captivated by them than the items. The Lion Monument, carved into a sheer rock face, offered a moment of quiet reflection, its mournful expression a poignant tribute to the Swiss Guards who died in the French Revolution. From there we walked to the lake to take a lunch cruise, the air filled with the scent of fresh water and the sound of gulls. We boarded a large boat for a trip around the lake which also served lunch – a perfect break.

We boarded the large vessel and ran up to the restaurant and ordered a charcuterie plate and some wine. I excused myself to use the restroom and left the girls to greet the food. When I returned, I found the food on the table, the wine glasses full, and the girls giggling as they stared at me walking towards the table. I knew trouble was in the making. The vessel would make several stops around the lake and there was about 20 minutes between each stop so there was plenty of time to just sit back and relax and enjoy the food. It was a three hour tour – LOL. It was not our intention to get off the ship but rather to make the entire three hour journey around the lake and enjoy the Alps and the food along the way. The vessel had three decks with the top deck, essentially being an open area and the bridge at the very front. The middle level was the restaurant and bar with an aft deck, also for viewing and sitting outside while having lunch. The lowest level, where we boarded was a series of offices and working spaces for the crew and likely other functions, but essentially off-limits to the passengers unless boarding or exiting. Lisa and Jules excused themselves to use the restroom. The last I saw of them was their mischievous smiles and a whisper between them. A few minutes later, I noticed them talking to our waitresses on the boat. It didn't seem out of place—the girls were sociable and easygoing – directions to the toilet I thought. They returned to the table, their hands linked, a silent, knowing look passing between them. They seemed to be in their own private world, full of new secrets.

A few minutes later, the waitress approached our table with a warm smile. "Would you all like to see some of the boat's hidden features?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "There's an incredible view from a little-known spot." The girls nodded enthusiastically. I was a bit confused, but their excitement was contagious, so I went along. We followed her down a narrow corridor, away from the other passengers and the gentle hum of conversation. The air grew cooler, and the faint scent of diesel and fresh water filled my nose. The waitress unlocked a door and gestured for us to enter, and we all slipped inside. The door clicked shut and locked behind us. The room was small and dimly lit, a stark contrast to the bright sunshine outside. My eyes took a moment to adjust, but as they did, I saw the girls' faces. They were glowing, their eyes shining with a mischievous and playful desire. "We wanted to thank you for all the driving," Lisa said, her voice a soft whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "We figured it was time for you to sit back and relax." Before I could reply, the red haired, green eyed waitress stepped forward. With a sly smile, she unbuttoned her sheer top, revealing a white lace bra underneath wrapped around her fair skin. "And I insisted on helping," she said, her eyes twinkling. It was then that I understood. This wasn't about a view; it was about a new kind of adventure. The world outside melted away, replaced by the gentle rocking of the boat and the thrilling, shared sense of what was about to happen.

Martine was her name and she had lived in Luzern her whole life. Carefree and unburdened by the world with the scenery around her. She was a curvaceous curly haired red head with 36D breasts and hips that demanded to be held. Their width and perfect bubble in proportion and unlike Lisa and Jules had very fair skin and green eyes. She undid the clasp of her bra to expose her breasts, which had beautiful pink Ariola’s and very pink nipples. “I don't want to overheat so I’m just slipping this off” she mused and immediately started unbuttoning my trousers and lowering them and my underwear. Martine took me into her mouth, a low, satisfied hum escaping her lips. Her tongue, warm and wet, swirled around the head of my cock, a hypnotic rhythm that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. Her hand, soft and skilled, stroked the length of my shaft, her thumb teasing the sensitive frenulum on the underside while her other hand massaged my balls. I looked over at Lisa and Jules. They were watching, their faces flushed with a mix of excitement and arousal. Their eyes met mine, a silent conversation passing between us. They were reveling in this, their own desire mirrored in the actions of the waitress. They moved closer, their hands finding me. Lisa’s fingers began to massage my shoulders with a touch that sent shivers down my spine. Jules, moved in and started kissing me. I was paralyzed. The three of them, a perfect trio of touch and sensation, were completely focused on my pleasure. The gentle rocking of the boat was the only thing that kept me grounded, a constant reminder that this was all real, beautiful, and an unexpected dream come to life.
After ten minutes of her expert touch and I felt the familiar wave of release building. My hips bucked, my body a tight with arousal, and with a groan, I came. Her mouth was a hot, wet glove, and she took every drop, her throat a beautiful, silent testament to her skill. When my tremors subsided, she looked up, her eyes holding a deep, knowing pleasure. She moved forward, her lips finding mine in a soft, lingering kiss, a shared taste of our pleasure. The taste of my own release mingled with her sweet saliva. She then turned to Lisa, and their mouths met in a long, tender kiss. Finally, she moved to Jules, her lips pressing against hers, a silent offering. Jules, her eyes closed, accepted the kiss, her hand now resting on my thigh. A soft, satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she savored the taste. The waitress then looked back at me, a playful smirk on her lips. "A full-bodied vintage," she whispered, a quiet laugh rumbling in her chest. We remained there for a moment, the four of us wrapped together in a silent, shared embrace. The gentle rocking of the boat was a soft rhythm, a silent lullaby for a moment of my complete and utter contentment. The world outside the small room had ceased to exist. There was now the four of us to share the beautiful, unexpected journeys that life, can take.

I felt a quiet sense of satisfaction wash over me as Lisa and Jules, without a moment's hesitation, invited the Martine to join us for dinner at the hotel. Her face lit up with a genuine, beautiful smile. "I'd love that, and I’m off tomorrow so no worries about getting up for work" she said in her accent, her voice warm and sincere. "I'll be done with my shift around eight. I hope you don't mind, but could I bring a friend?". Lisa and Jules, their eyes sparkling with anticipation, replied in unison, "The more the merrier. Bring some clothes for going to a club. Tonight is club night at the hotel. Stay the night of you like and we can enjoy the pool in the morning". Martine exuberantly nodded her acceptance. With the plans set, we all made our way back to our table on the deck of the boat, the city of Luzern’s now approaching shoreline in front. The girls leaned in close to me, their bodies warm and their smiles wide. “We have never been this free, vulnerable and pleased. Whatever plans the universe made for this trip – we approve!” Jules exclaimed for the two of them. As the boat gently docked, the hum of the engine was now a soft lullaby, the conversation turned to our plans for the evening, the air buzzing with an electric anticipation for the new adventures that awaited us.

At the bottom of the gangway was Martine as well as the rest of the crew, shaking hands and waving goodbye and collecting additional gratuities. We each took turns smiling at her as we passed. Lisa, the last of us down the gangway leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek and whisper to her “we have more for you later”. “I’m hoping for that.” Martine replied. We were off with 3 hours to rest and prepare for the evening and the night to follow. After walking for about an hour, we arrived back at the hotel and crawled into bed for a much needed nap.
A pause to prepare for the evening ahead and our last few nights disconnected from the rest of the world and as it would come to pass a night of mutual discovery…….