Last updated on 2022-03-15 at 21:12 pm - Estimated reading time 00:02:55
The thought of her barely dressed body was still haunting her and as she descended the wooden staircase towards the pantry. The rough contact of the wool against her bare skin, but especially the pleasant sensations that inflamed her newly bare smooth intimacy, kept reminding her how much her femininity was heightened now, while sensations of pleasure made her shiver.
Suddenly, a female voice called out to her.
“Miss Spencer?”
Pulling her out of her dreamy thoughts, she barely had time to recognize the receptionist when she was handing her a small package wrapped in Christmas-colored gift wrap.
“Someone dropped this off for you this morning.”
“An old bearded man with a dark look in his eyes?”
“No, not that I know of.”
“Don’t you know a stocky, lumberjack-like man with slightly unpolished manners?”
“Schmutzli? No! I assure you, this parcel certainly arrived by courier,” she answered smiling, as if amused by her question. “But I know who you mean, you will find him in town today, merry Samichlaus Day!” (Saint Nicholas).
Intrigued by this strange gift, the coolness of the leather of the armchair against her naked buttocks reminded her at once how vulnerable she was, without even taking care of it, she had quite naturally raised the sides of her dress before sitting down in the small lounge of the reception.
Her mind was still racing as she desperately tried to convince herself that it couldn’t have really happened. It must have been a nightmare. Nervously, she tore off the wrapping to answer the agonizing questions that were nagging her. But when she discovered her name finely engraved on the metal label that was set on the leather box, her heart stopped beating. Who here could give her such a personalized gift, when three days earlier she didn’t even suspect the existence of this village at the end of the world. Holding her breath, her fingers insecure, she pressed the button on the small case opening it, revealing the jewel it contained.
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