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Business Meeting.


Although still in Southampton, I was between assignments. However, my friend Bjorn's Consortium client was looking for someone to attend a meeting on their behalf in Dubrovnik; this time for five days.

Hanna or Suzi had arranged my hotel and travel from Gatwick, together with all the contract paperwork and authorisations.

An early start but I arrived there about lunch time; it was warm and sunny; Southampton was cold and wet. The hotel was the five stars Argentina Vila; my room wasn't ready but I checked in my luggage anyway. Then headed down to the walled city, about ten minutes' walk away; to do my tourist thing.

Had lunch and a local beer in one of the many open air cafes and a wander around the wall's and narrow streets and dock, with their little island ferries and a yellow and a red submarine. Truly amazing place.

Headed back up to my hotel, message waiting, my meeting was delayed by a day, it happens but, expenses tab still running.

My room was ready, luggage taken up, and what a room with panoramic french windows overlooking the blue Adriatic and the island of Otok Lokrum. Ok tomorrow I will visit this island; this was to be one of my more memorable decisions.


Next morning after an open air breakfast in the warm sun overlooking the island I set off. Dully dressed down in trainers, shorts and open shirt. Boarded the island ferry after getting a ticked from the booth.

Arrived at the island dock and I started off up one of the tourist trails following a sign for the Game of Thrones, where one of the nine thrones were, to get your picture taken on; for a fee.

Continued on, following a sign for the beach, as I was walking down to it, a young couple stepped out in front of me from behind the bushes. They were both completely naked; didn't expect that; they apologized for startling me.

Turned out I had wandered onto a naturalist beach area. We chatted; they both spoke good English, with a distinctive French accent. Turned out they were on honeymoon, explained the bushes, maybe; they invited me to join them for a picnic lunch. I said ok, we found a quite area where they invited me to strip off too, which I did, but kept my sunglasses on; what can I say Brits abroad.

As we chatted over a long slow lunch with a very nice wine. They explained that they lived just outside Brussels and worked for NATO, didn't say what they actually did. I told them what I did and why I was there. They were very impressed with the five star hotel arrangement, they were sharing a one room flat, out of town with a friend that they also shared a house with in Brussels, who worked for NATO too.

They explained that they were both gay and one of them was transgender and had undergone hormone treatment and operations. This was partially funded by NATO, a charity and themselves.

Paulina explained she was transgender, and what she had done to her. Being told this by someone in a personal basis is very erotic to listen to. Particularly, if you are both naked and she was using her well sculptured and tanned body to point out the details of the transition. I could not help but like them, particularly sharing this with me a foreign stranger.

I invited them back to my hotel that night for a honeymoon meal; they were very reluctant due to the cost. I assured them that I would get my company to cover these costs; I didn't I paid. They said yes but asked, could they bring their room share friend Pascal; yes of course. We would meet in the lobby about seven. I got dressed and left them to their second fatih escort bottle of wine, possibly bushes again, and headed back. I did not expect the day to go as it did; enjoyed it though.


I was waiting in the hotel lobby when the three of them arrived. Paulina was dressed in a short one piece white dress and Pascale was dressed in a black one piece shorts and top with a matching belt, very revealing and very sexy too. She was in her early twenties about my height with a petite build and long blond hair. With a very sexy French way of expressing herself by bodily movements and hand gestures as she spoke.

We shared a bottle of wine as we got to know each other before going in for a meal. My new friends were very impressed by the hotel and asked for a tour. We did the tour; down five floors and along a long a tunnel to the pool and beach area, spa, and terrace, ending up by viewing my room, which was bigger than their flat, that the three of them shared in town.

We headed downstairs for our meal on the terrace. The meal was excellent we all enjoyed it, wine too. Pascale was very confident and did most of the talking with a very sexy French accent. Which I really like. Paulina and Andre were more engrossed in each other.

Meal finished we headed over to the other end of the terrace for coffee and drinks, Pascale sat beside me seductively leaning on my side. The wine releasing any reservations she may have had; me too. Our newly married couple were doing the same but with more animated hand gestures.

Pascale explained to me how they met in a transgender discussion group. And explained she was also transgender. Lost for words; with his/her thoughts passing though my head in ever decreasing circles, she put her hand on my leg reassuringly and rubbed it gently. Explaining that she had completed the transition and had openly lived as a girl for several years. Went on further to talk about her body which was now that of a woman; sexually. She said that I could look and try for myself and that she would stay with me overnight, letting Andre and Paulina have their room to themselves as they were on honeymoon. Didn't know what to say, I suppose that is an answer.

Second bottle of wine finished our honeymoon couple left; we sat on enjoying the cool night air. Pascale stood up and beckoned me to follow her; we ended up in my room. The night maid had prepared the room, turning down the bed and lights.


We stood in the room slid back the french windows which almost opened up one complete wall of the room to the cool night air. Put the room lights out with only the moonlight shining in on us.

Pascale stood facing me, slowly undid her belt and top and slipped her one piece outfit off; then removed her underwear, revealing her well sculptured and tanned body. As she reached over said I believe you are a naturalist too; unbuttoned my shirt, slowly and seductively, then slipped it off. Undid my belt and slipped her warm hands down each side of my underwear and slowly, ever so slowly, slid them down until I was able to step out of them.

We both stood together touching in front of the open window, but discreetly back in the shadows. As we looked out a French cruise ship lit up like a Christmas tree slowly sailed past and started to anchor for the night.

We sat down in front of the open windows with a small table in front of us enjoying the cool evening breeze and a small bottle of wine out of the minibar. We were both comfortable, bodily touching each other watching the sun go down as we drank our wine.

The wine, now finished, was a etiler escort distraction as we decided what to do next. He/her thoughts were spinning around in my head as Pascale slowly stood up and move us over to the bed. We lay down on the bed together then Pascale moved, kneeled and straddled over me. Very erotic.

I reached over kissed her bare shoulders and breasts as she nibbled at my ear. Her nipples had not gone hard, one of the shortcomings of the transgender treatment. They still tasted and felt nice and comforting. She rolled off me on to the bed, slowly raised her knees and opened her legs, inviting me to join with her.

First I had to apply gel into her, a transgender shortfall; I put one then two fingers in her moving them around. Her reaction was one of impending joy, her eyes started to roll, her back started to arch. I applied the gel to me too, I then felt the heat from the gel, and it was very arousing and enjoyable feeling. Pascale then wrapped her legs around me, drawing us together.

The heat from the gel and our desires for each other were building as we engaged. Slowly, at first, no resistance, the gel working, I reached in fully. Slowly but purposefully I withdrew and re-entered again and started a gentle rhythm. I could feel it building and hear Pascale's breathing increase into a gentle moan. Then she started to harmonise with me, we were both getting excited with each other, our breathing getting deeper and louder. I was beginning to feel that due to the rush I was about to explode inside. We both came in unison, became very wet on and with each other. We disengaged each other, lay together, satisfied but exhausted from our assignation.


The next morning I woke up with the noise of a kettle boiling, Pascale was standing completely naked making a coffee for both of us. We sat at the table with our coffee; the cruise ship was still there; enjoyed the morning sunshine.

After a shared bath, we headed down for breakfast together, no problem with an additional head for breakfast; we had it on the terrace.

My meeting did not start until one so we decided to go down to the hotel beach area and finish off with a sauna. Pascale raided my case for something to wear, found some mini boxer swimwear; to be honest they were too tight for me but fitted her nicely. She had to roll over their top band to retain her modesty when she walked. But were very provocative on her, she also pulled on my shirt from yesterday to complete her attire. Tied off the bottom but left the top buttons open exposing her breasts, seductively. These were complimented by the mini boxers that she was wearing, which seemed to wink at you as she moved around.

We went to the pool area; the attendant on seeing Pascale's attire made it his first priority to find us well positioned sun loungers. Pascale then untied her shirt and evocatively slid it off her shoulders. We were distracted by a splash from the pool behind us; somebody had walked straight into by accident, or distraction.

As I lay face down on a lounger, Pascale started to apply sun oil onto my back, as she reached over rubbing it in I could feel her soft nipples rub up my back. Mines weren't. We enjoyed the remainder of the morning sun then finished off with a sauna upstairs in the spa.

When we had finished the sauna her top was quite revealing, so she took my dry shirt. On the way out she started to look at what beauty treatments the spa had to offer. As I went over to the counter the sales manager advised that I can charge any treatment to my room. Caught, what could I say and came away beşiktaş escort with a rather expensive sports shirt for me and an even more expensive spa treatment for Pascale.

We went up to the room, got changed, me for my meeting, Pascale back to her shared room. As her treatment was not until four in the afternoon I gave her my spare entry key card. Would I regret this?


I headed down to the small conference room that Suzi had reserved for me, the food was laid out and who walks in first; my two friends from Whitehall and Guernsey. Given the nature of the previous deal we brokered in Guernsey; this afternoon should be quite interesting.

Our three clients / guests arrived, clearly political advisors from the nature of their requirements. Agreements reached and contracts signed. We finished about six, after our guests left, my two friends from Guernsey presented me with two confidentiality agreements to be signed. This was no surprise. My report to the Consortium was; as before. Failed to reach agreement, no further action required.


I headed along the corridor to my room, Pascale was their sitting at the window, completely naked, and as I walked to the window I saw her case was sitting in the corner. She invited me to join her, showed me the effect of the treatment she had in the spa, in detail. We both then sat their naked together. A bed revisit was called for but we settled on the couch instead. We dressed and headed into the town as the sun went down for something to eat. Our Honeymoon friends were still making good use of their hotel room. We made good use of ours.

The following day we headed back to the island where I had met Andre and Paulina, again our honeymoon friends were going to make full use of their empty flat. We sat on the beach both naked, like everyone else, soaking up the sun. Pascale applied sun screen all over me as I lay there, kneeling and straddling over me, enjoyable and erotic to have done to you.

We headed back to town and met up with Andre and Paulina and had what was to be a farewell meal as we were all heading back to our various homes tomorrow. I would drop Pascale off at the airport tomorrow, as my flight was also at midday. We met at the airport, had a coffee and exchanged contact and Facebook details. When I arrived back in Southampton it was cold and wet, but decided not to look at my expenses until the following day. Don't ask.

I met with Pascale a few time over the next year or so, in Brussels when I was there on business or in London when she was over here. I lost the personal touch with Pascale when she moved to Italy with NATO, although we keep in touch through Facebook.

Pascale went on to meet someone twenty plus years her senior. He was a senior Admiral assigned to the Italian Coast Guard. They met at a NATO conference; he was divorced for about ten years. His companionship was in the form of illicitly paid Escorts; he was gay.

Pascale had him in her bed on the second night, including spa beauty treatments at his expense. They got married about six months later. Although there was a bit of a scandal about it at the time; he was posted to a Training Command headquarters in Rimini. The Italians do not have a Russian front for senior officers who are well connected and financially wealthy.

Although he is now retired; they both still live in a very large villa just outside Rimini near the sea. What did I think about it, what could I say; I was the one who gave her away at her wedding. And what a wedding it was on a private naturalist beach. Paulina and Andre were there too, as chief bridesmaid and best man. Paulina and Pascale organised the wedding arrangements in secrete, which came as a surprise to many of the guests. The presiding Minister insisted that he keeps his dog collar on. For propriety purposes.

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