The reunion

 It's been many years, I think it must be over 5 years, the happiest time in my life. Somehow it broke off abruptly, no, you couldn't say break off, a break off is always wanted and I think none of us wanted it to break off, probably it was just the way things went.

You, Julia, was an escort lady, but something special for me. I had booked it over fifty times during this happy time, which lasted well over two years. What had we experienced together, visited casinos, musicals together, the best hotels were just good enough for us.
I was very much in love with her, enjoyed every moment with her, every meeting with Julia was something special for me that I soaked up like a dying of thirst the last drop of water in every desert. Julia knew about my love and was able to deal with it very well, because it was not a desiring, demanding or pressing love, no pre-election or anything like that on my part.

But one day it was over, suddenly, abruptly. I still remember, just like it was yesterday. It was the day of our most beautiful meeting in my eyes. I had saved up for a long time, wanted to treat Julia and myself to something special on my birthday. Wellness hotel, casino, a star dinner by candlelight. After this wonderful dinner we wanted to part - for a short time. Julia began her studies, she had written one of the best Abitur in her year, was better as an evening school student than almost any full-time student, and rewarded herself with her admission to medical school. I wanted to give her time to get used to her new life as a student, time in which she didn't have to take me or my booking requests into consideration. Our agreement was clear

The semester break came, only Julia didn't answer. I didn't know what had happened, didn't know why Julia didn't answer. I decided to wait, did not want to bother her with a call or text message even though I had her home number, waited, hoped, looked at the display of my mobile phone every morning after waking up, hoping to discover a message from my beloved, became bitter every morning disappointed. I assumed that she would have long since left Heidelberg, her hometown where I had visited her so often, to where she had been given a place to study, to stick her nose in medical books, to be completely absorbed in her dream study she would have long since forgotten me like a fog of the past. It took me a long time to book some ladies in the escort again, The mourning for my past love was too great, but also the hope that she would return to me at some point, a sign of life, a greeting. Years went by, years in which my escort bookings gradually increased again, hunger for skin, lust for sex drove me on, but I compared each with Julia, the incomparable, none of the booked ones could keep up with Julia, stand before her example.

The day came, once again I was sitting at home after a sexually satisfying escort date, again I was thinking about my lost happiness, looking at her picture on my mobile phone, the saved pictures of her former agency profile that I had downloaded, read the saved SMS, your e-mails. The champagne I always drank after a successful date began to taste bitter, the tears began to run down my cheeks. There was still a bottle of vodka in the refrigerator, actually the only stronger alcohol I liked; it was supposed to be the one who was supposed to be the one to change my mind, but it wasn't. The memory of Julia tormented me even more, the mourning for my lost, unfulfilled love. So I summarized clouded by alcohol and grief a fateful decision. No longer in control of my senses, I rushed downstairs, sat behind the wheel of my car, knew only one destination: Heidelberg. I didn't want to look for Julia, only one thing I wanted to do was visit the city where we were happy to smell the scent of the neck tar, on whose beach we so often went for walks on mild moonlit nights, hand in hand, the restaurants and cafes see where we sat, sometimes sweating from the sun, sometimes drenched by sudden showers, mostly laughing, flirting. I wanted to see the castle, how often had we seen the fireworks, looking down at the winding Neckar. Yes, I wanted to go to Heidelberg, now and immediately, Heidelberg, the city of my happiness. No longer in control of my senses, I rushed downstairs, sat behind the wheel of my car, knew only one destination: Heidelberg. I didn't want to look for Julia, only one thing I wanted to do was visit the city where we were happy to smell the scent of the neck tar, on whose beach we so often went for walks on warm moonlit nights, hand in hand, the restaurants and cafes see where we sat, sometimes sweating from the sun, sometimes drenched by sudden showers, mostly laughing, flirting. I wanted to see the castle, how often had we seen the fireworks, looking down at the winding Neckar. Yes, I wanted to go to Heidelberg, now and immediately, Heidelberg, the city of my happiness. No longer in control of my senses, I rushed downstairs, sat behind the wheel of my car, knew only one destination: Heidelberg. I didn't want to look for Julia, only one thing I wanted to do was visit the city where we were happy to smell the scent of the neck tar, on whose beach we so often went for walks on mild moonlit nights, hand in hand, the restaurants and cafes see where we sat, sometimes sweating from the sun, sometimes drenched by sudden showers, mostly laughing, flirting. I wanted to see the castle, how often had we seen the fireworks, looking down at the winding Neckar. Yes, I wanted to go to Heidelberg, now and immediately, Heidelberg, the city of my happiness. only after one did I feel like visiting the city where we were happy to smell the scent of the neck tar, on whose beach we so often walked on mild moonlit nights, hand in hand, seeing the restaurants and cafes in which we sat , sometimes sweating from the sun, sometimes soaked by sudden showers, mostly laughing, flirting. I wanted to see the castle, how often had we seen the fireworks, looking down at the winding Neckar. Yes, I wanted to go to Heidelberg, now and immediately, Heidelberg, the city of my happiness. only after one did I feel like visiting the city where we were happy to smell the scent of the neck tar, on whose beach we so often walked on warm moonlit nights, hand in hand, seeing the restaurants and cafes in which we sat , sometimes sweating from the sun, sometimes soaked by sudden showers, mostly laughing, flirting. I wanted to see the castle, how often had we seen the fireworks, looking down at the winding Neckar. Yes, I wanted to go to Heidelberg, now and immediately, Heidelberg, the city of my happiness. sometimes soaked by sudden showers, mostly laughing, flirting. I wanted to see the castle, how often had we seen the fireworks, looking down at the winding Neckar. Yes, I wanted to go to Heidelberg, now and immediately, Heidelberg, the city of my happiness. sometimes soaked by sudden showers, mostly laughing, flirting. I wanted to see the castle, how often had we seen the fireworks, looking down at the winding Neckar. Yes, I wanted to go to Heidelberg, now and immediately, Heidelberg, the city of my happiness.

I didn't know how I had made it this far, Wiesloch had long been behind me, it was only a few kilometers to Heidelberg, I didn't know how many Guardian Angels I had had when I was drunk, they must have been legions. But they must all have paused at the same moment, I saw the curve too late, much too late to react, just saw the tree in front of me, brakes screeching, grabbing, but too late, in my mind I felt the impact, Long before I was physically aware of it, the steering wheel wanted to turn around, prevent the worst, the alcohol mist had disappeared, but everything came too late - a pain tore my body with it before I felt nothing, nothing at all.

Something bright tormented my eyes, which I slowly opened. Where was I? What happened? It was a space that I perceived, slowly perceived, with a look through a veil. I felt pains rise in me, tolerable, but still pain. The curve, the accident, memories came up in me, slowly I realized that if I was still alive I would have to be in the hospital. That I was still alive was proven by the pain I felt. Slowly, very slowly, so as not to be tormented by the glaring light, I opened my eyes, white walls around me, hospital. I perceived something else. I wasn't the only one in the room. First a shadow or the faded outline of a person who was probably sitting by my bed with her hand on my forehead. A voice I thought I knew spoke softly to me, scraps of speech became words, sentences. But I couldn't believe it: “Please be very quiet now,” I heard the familiar voice, “you are here at the University Hospital in Heidelberg. I'll tell you later what exactly happened to you. First of all, I have to wash your head properly. Can you actually still be saved, drive here drunk in the car. With your blood sample, the entire college could have a party here. You did not have alcohol in your blood, you had residual blood in the alcohol. Don't you need your driver's license anymore ?? ”Julia - in fact, it was Julia who was sitting here by my bed, washing my head - rightly, who was reproaching me for what an idiot I was. “I made the blood sample disappear, took one from you that was only 0.4 per mille. You can keep your ticket. I've finished my studies, I'm an assistant doctor here. ”Finally I managed to open my eyes completely, tried to turn my head in their direction despite the great pain in the cervical area, looked at her, without a word, smiling. Yes, it was Julia, my Julia. She had grown older, but radiantly beautiful, as beautiful as it was then. The blonde hair framed her angelic face, I sketched her flawless body under the doctor's smock.
"And now to you," Julia continued. “You were lucky in adversity. Your airbag saved your life. The car is junk. Your injuries are comparatively minor. We put skull injuries, whiplash, left arm and left leg in a cast, no fracture, just for stabilization. We'll keep you here for about four weeks. By the way, I am your treating doctor ”. I thought I couldn't believe my ears. Not only did I find Julia again, no, she finished her studies and is my treating doctor. How light my injuries are. “Tell me,” I noticed that Julia had to keep her voice in check, “why did you actually break off contact back then. So just quiet and quiet? I've waited a long time for a message from you, often sat at home brooding, whether I should contact you, but didn't want to bother you ”. I looked at her in amazement. “Me? Contact broken off? But ... you wanted to contact me. During the semester break. I was waiting for a message from YOU. ”At that moment I thought I heard a pin drop, Julia had to feel the same way. So neither of us had knowingly broken off contact. It was nothing but a silly misunderstanding that separated us for a long five years. Did we talk so far past each other when we said goodbye on the happiest day of our lives? She waited for my message and I for hers. And everyone thought he would bother the other with his message, bother him. Julia started to laugh. I wanted to laugh too, but given the pain I gave up. "I would like to hug and kiss you", she smiled at me, but it would cause you too much pain. We're postponing that for a few days, you can't escape me here anyway, ”she grinned at me. She breathed a kiss on her index finger, put it on my lips. My stomach started tingling like it used to. Julia, my Julia, I had her again.

The days passed, Julia visited me as often as she could in my single room. After a few days she looked for me again, sat down by my bed with a preoccupied look, held my hand, hugged it. “You know,” she began, “that I am your treating doctor. It is my duty to constantly check whether everything on you, my patient, is still up and working ”. Her hand began to wander under the covers. “And”, she smiled at me, “I take my duties very carefully”. Her hand wandered on, had long since reached my thigh, which was not her target. This awaited her between her two thighs, and was already at half-mast before she touched it for the first time. It was like an explosion when Julia grabbed my legs, seized my shaft, began to tenderly to be caressed lovingly. How long had I missed this feeling. I had enough sex, but no one was like her, no one could ever reach Julia. I lay there completely surprised, I had expected everything, but not here, enjoyed what they, their delicate fingers, were doing to me. Julia's smile spoke volumes, she seemed to feel how well she had succeeded in the surprise. I put my hand on her thighs, felt her warm skin through the nylons, let it slide slowly upwards. Somehow Julia managed to get to the switch for the doctor button, set it to red-doctor in the room, entry prohibited. And treated, that's what I really should be, according to all the rules of the art. Slowly my hand wandered up her legs, was long under the white doctor's coat, where the next surprise was waiting for me. I thought I was stroking a pair of tights, but at some point my hand touched a hem, and shortly afterwards her bare thighs. This bitch - she wore hold-ups under her modest doctor's smock, whom her medical staff knew what the assistant doctor wore under her smock. My hand slid further, should have reached the fabric of the panties long ago, but no matter how far I stepped forward, there were no panties. She continued to stroke me, to the best of medical knowledge, checked my best piece for full functionality, chased shivers of excitement like lightning through my body, my hand also felt its way between her legs and was certain: Julia had on that today Waived panties, was naked under the smock. Apparently that was what's going on in my hospital room right now, not a coincidence, but planned well in advance. Julia was still smiling at me, pulling the covers back almost provocatively slowly, without interrupting her finger play, she leaned over me, and let her tongue slide over my shaft. My ready-to-go elite soldier stood at attention, like the guards outside Buckingham Palace. From my twitching Julia noticed that we had long passed the point at which there would still have been a turning back. I knew that she was satisfied to notice what charm she still exerted on me after all these years, that her erotic charisma is still the same as it was years ago. "We shouldn't leave any traces that could give rise to speculation or guesswork," she said with a smile. "What are we doing there?" Her fingers were still sliding busily over my lower regions, I almost thought she wanted to drive me crazy. Again her lips encircled my best piece, played with it until I couldn't take it anymore and discharged myself into her mouth. "No traces," she grinned, showing me her empty mouth, a sign that she had personally taken care of the disposal.

I was a private patient and was entitled to a single room, which made it easy for my attending doctor to make private visits to me. Nevertheless, we had to be on our guard if, despite the red "doctor-in-room" light, a nurse or another doctor burst into my hospital room - our secret would be obvious. It would have been the end of Julia's medical career. But wasn't our secret revealed long ago or at least rumored to have been known on the ward? The assistant doctor cared too much about my well-being, too often she sat by my bed, without panties under the doctor's coat, fingering under the covers.
The days passed, my recovery made great progress. We tried everything humanly possible to postpone my release as long as possible, but the day of the separation was getting closer and closer. But Julia showed me her wealth of ideas one more time.

Once again she had finished her private visit to see me. It should be the day before my discharge, at best the next to last one here in the clinic. She stood in the doorway, waving and smiling, her flawless beauty raving my mind. Long after the door closed, I saw her in front of me, the lips that spoiled me so much, that were made to kiss her, long, tender, intense, that smiled at me, made me forget the world around me. Her hands, her slender, long fingers, her wonderfully shaped body. Would this all just be the past for me again, would there be a future for us outside of the clinic? Or would we go our own way again, separately in different directions, after this violent but short affair? I tried not to think wanted to take this sweet moment to sleep with Julia, as so often. But just as I was about to turn my face to the wall, something rustled under my covers. A paper. “Please come to the little hut in the park at midnight. Julia ". It was ten o'clock. Two hours left. What was Julia up to?

My clothes looked horrible and were more than worn out from the accident. Still, I put them on and didn't want to go to the park in my hospital gown. Ten more minutes. I wanted to be on time, but had the problem of having to avoid the night nurse. How could I have explained my self-deprecating end to her at midnight? But I seemed lucky, a light just went out behind a closing door. The night nurse checked on other patients, the air was clear. Nobody looked after me at night for a long time, my healing process was almost complete, they wanted to let me sleep through the night. The door to the park was open, no one could hear the slight squeak. I was out. The warm air of a late summer's day welcomed me. To the hut, apparently the janitor's or gardener's tool shed was only a few meters away. There was no problem in reaching them in the dark, like a shadow, invisible, imperceptible. Carefully, not knowing what to expect, I opened the door. Soft music welcomed me, candlelight illuminated the room. Julia stood smiling in front of me, her blond hair pinned up, a long evening dress that stole my senses, the almost waist-high slit magically attracted my eyes, her legs were adorned with black nylons and high heels. I felt shabby in my accident-torn and soiled street clothes, but I had nothing else to wear. Not knowing what to expect, I opened the door. Soft music welcomed me, candlelight illuminated the room. Julia stood smiling in front of me, her blond hair pinned up, a long evening dress that stole my senses, the almost waist-high slit magically attracted my eyes, her legs were adorned with black nylons and high heels. I felt shabby in my accident-torn and soiled street clothes, but I had nothing else to wear. Not knowing what to expect, I opened the door. Soft music welcomed me, candlelight illuminated the room. Julia stood smiling in front of me, her blonde hair pinned up, a long evening dress that stole my senses, the almost waist-high slit magically attracted my eyes, her legs were adorned with black nylons and high heels. I felt shabby in my accident-torn and soiled street clothes, but I had nothing else to wear.
Julia took me by the hand and led me into an adjoining room, which was also lit by candles. The most conspicuous piece of furniture was a large, set table, a banquet for two. Over and over again during the meal our eyes flirted with each other, our hands touched. Was this our farewell, our last time? I found it hard to swallow, the loo in my throat was too big. We sat across from each other almost without a word, but our body language wrote volumes. The situation was beautiful, but still oppressive. It had to be the farewell, a wonderful but last evening. Thoughts of a hangman's meal made my way.
Julia seemed to guess my thoughts, they had to lie in front of her like an open book. With her chin resting on her hands, she smiled at me. "How are you?" She asked. "Are you asking me that as a doctor or a lover?" I replied. "It's up to you". "Mixed feelings. The happiness of the moment, uncertainty before tomorrow, ”I replied. "Come on", she took my hand and led me into a third room, which I would not have thought of the hut, which was inconspicuous from the outside. This room, too, was almost entirely occupied by a single piece of furniture. A big, spacious bed. How much effort it must have cost her to have it delivered unnoticed by everyone during normal clinic operations. This room was also lit by candles that formed a heart around the bed. Rose petals lay in bed in memory of one of our meetings when she was still my escort. Without a word, we sank into each other's arms, our lips melted in a never-ending kiss. Without breaking our kiss, we fell on the bed, undressed each other, kissed, caressed each other.

I had sex with Julia a lot. But today it was somehow different. For the first time we didn't have sex because of a booking as an escort. For the first time we had sex as lovers. It was an explosion, an eruption of emotion. Happy, arm in arm we fell asleep. A loud scream woke us up: What's going on here? "; we overslept, missed the caretaker's start. "Doctor, you ...?" It sounded more ascertaining than questioning. "I didn't see anything," he stuttered. "Do your duty," Julia reassured him. “I found my happiness tonight. Once again we will not part. There will be no more misunderstandings ”. A long kiss sealed her words.

Julia finished her work in the clinic on the same day, she came with me and took over a small practice in my hometown. We didn't part anymore. 5 years - a long time - was enough. It would take forever to make up these years ...