"Is this a test?!" Michelle blinked at her. "I'd prefer crème brûlée, but since this is an Italian restaurant, I'll have…… tiramisu!"
Inside, Adolé took a leap of faith. How could someone who was so complicated in his nature always have the right answers to her questions and thus ultimately fit in so well with her?! ... at least in such trivial matters?
"Good choice," she returned apparently unagitated and continued to rejoice in this decision. They ordered quickly, and it didn't take long before a tiramisu with two spoons landed on her table.
Adolé could not help but consider the consumption of this first dessert together as an erotic act. Again and again her spoons, her hands touched, again and again Michelle led her piece of tiramisu, which she had conquered on their shared plate, pleasurably to her mouth and then licked her spoon provocatively and thoroughly.
Adolé's pulse quickened, her thoughts wandered away for the second time. To finally come to her senses, she quickly ordered the bill and invited Michelle to dinner.
She thanked me nicely. When they finally left the restaurant, they walked silently next to each other for some time. It wasn't long before Michelle reached out to Adolé.
Adolé's heart took an even bigger leap than before. She enjoyed the constant closeness and for safety she grabbed Michelle's hand on her arm. She returned her grip noticeably. So they walked through the balmy Hamburg night for a while, leaning against each other more than necessary. This closeness was both exciting and reassuring.
Finally, the moment of farewell came inexorably, which was particularly difficult as they had agreed to take the weekend off and not spend it in the studio. It was a good moment to take a break and find some distance to the last over-present project. They were well on time, so there was no reason to work Friday through Sunday. They were also lucky to be in one of the most beautiful cities in Europe, so what could be more obvious than to explore this metropolis privately and take enough time for that?
So Adolé knew that if they said goodbye now, they would probably not see each other again for four days. This thought stung her. Four days was clearly too long.
As they headed for a taxi stand, Adolé's heart rate increased again. She thought feverishly about how she could inconspicuously delay her farewell without revealing what she really wanted. She continued to hold Michelle's hand, occasionally stroking the top of her hand with her thumb and was unwilling to let go.
The taxi rally point was just a few meters ahead of them when Adolé noticed Michelle grabbing her tighter and pulling her with light pressure to the side and into the shadow of a row of houses. She offered no resistance and was grateful that the farewell was apparently delayed a little bit.
In this poorly lit area of this little frequented place just before the taxi queue, Michelle suddenly started to press on Adolé more than necessary. She was pleasantly surprised and let what Michelle had planned happen. Their faces pressed close together, Adolé noticed that Michelle was breathing heavily. This was very unusual for this otherwise so controlled pianist.
Adolé's heart was beating up to her neck when she spontaneously decided to give this opportunity a chance. Although she was aware of the risks, having just realized everything that spoke against it, she opened the clasp in which they were still in, took Michelle's hands and pushed them under her light jacket and around her own slender body. It was beautiful to feel her touch so close. At the same time she put her arms around Michelle's upper body and her cheek against Michelle's. She felt Michelle's embrace return. This intimate embrace felt so good, Michelle's closeness felt so good. And she smelled so good!
Michelle did not resist - on the contrary. Adolé had the impression that Michelle had only waited for Adolé to return her initiative, for she snuggled up tightly to her and seemed to enjoy every touch she made.
Adolé, who was slightly taller than Michelle, held her tightly, her nose and mouth almost touching her ear.
Adolé was aware that this situation could still be considered more or less harmless in cases of doubt, simply a hug among friends, colleagues. Perhaps it was due to the delicious wine, perhaps to the long days in the studio when they both felt alone and far away from home. Maybe they had simply worked too much and were exhausted and tired. But maybe two people had found each other here who could mean more to each other than they had previously suspected.
While Adolé was still struggling to decide whether the temptation was worth the risk of possibly producing one of the most spectacular headlines in Germany's biggest tabloid the next day, she felt Michelle gently loosening the embrace and moving her hand from Adolé's back up to her face. For a while they stood forehead to forehead, with Michelle's hand on Adolé's neck and cheek.
Adolé sucked in a lot of air. She was so close to Michelle, it was so easy to take the opportunity to kiss her. But reason prevailed.
She tried to turn away, but Michelle would not let her escape. "Don't," she whispered in the partial shade
of the houses they were still in front of. Adolé felt Michelle's firm grip and gave up. For a brief moment, they faced each other again, then Michelle took the initiative and began to kiss Adolé.
Their lips met, caressed each other, again and again briefly, then longer. It wasn't long before her lips opened. Shortly after, their tongues touched. Adolé escaped a soft groan, her whole body was electrocuted like she had never experienced it before. All her blood collected in her lower body, her heartbeat racing. Oh God, she kissed so well!
Adolé seized the opportunity, did not want to let the opportunity pass by unused and signalled that she too wanted this kiss. Her hands embraced Michelle's slender body and pulled it tighter. Her hands found their way under the fabric. She touched Michelle's skin, explored her body. Adolé realised that Michelle wanted every touch she made as much as she did. This time it was Michelle who moaned softly.
Adolé couldn't help himself and pushed Michelle further back into the house entrance and against the wall, where it was even darker and thus more protected. This made them safer from other people's eyes. A muffled sound confirmed the contact when Michelle's back touched the wall. It was obvious how much they both wanted this development. They both pushed her in the same direction.
It took quite a while before they could separate. gasping for breath, Michelle whispered unusually directly, "Come home with me." Actually, it wasn't even a question, more like a breathless command, which, thanks to her lovely French accent, seemed more like a kind suggestion.
After a few moments of reflection, Adolé agreed, knowing how this evening would end and that she was knowingly putting herself at an incalculable risk.
13.
They boarded the first car of the taxi series, which had previously waited in a well-behaved queue for its next passenger. As they both took their seats in the back seat, it was not difficult for them to maintain physical contact despite the unknown driver and the discretion offered. Outside the driver's field of vision they held hands, massaged their hands, touched each other's thighs and played with their fingers.
Adolé could hardly wait for Michelle to arrive. After what felt like an eternity, the taxi stopped at the address she had ordered and they got out. Even Adolé, who did not know Hamburg in such detail, noticed in no time at all that they were in Winterhude, a district just outside the city centre and one of the most expensive parts of Hamburg. Adolé was curious to know in what noble hotel Michelle was staying, which was so out of town and at the same time in such an illustrious district.
She was surprised when Michelle walked purposefully towards a high iron gate. The entrance gate was surrounded by an almost three meter high brick wall, which was partly covered with ivy. Michelle entered a code on the panel at the entrance, reaching into her jacket pocket and pulling out a key. With this she unlocked the gate and made an inviting gesture in Adolé's direction. She hesitated for a moment and then walked towards Michelle, who stood expectantly on an accurately raked pebble path framed by meticulously trimmed boxwoods. Hand in hand they walked along the path, which was indirectly lit by small spotlights and after the first bend the trees opened up the view of a beautiful old villa. It too was beautifully set in scene by well-placed spotlights and warm light. An impressive picture. Adolé was speechless.
"Is this where you live?" Adolé was surprised to discover. Michelle smiled and, as usual, answered eloquently with a short "yes".