Carolyn could not believe it. How could she have gotten separated from her crowd in Nuremburg? Yes, she realized the train station was bustling. But Carolyn was in a hurry to get seats for the five of them on the train to Frankfurt. She had run ahead and hopped on board and by the time she realized she had gotten on the wrong train it had pulled out. She panicked, then got mad at herself, before accepting that there was nothing she could do but figure out how to reroute back to Frankfurt when the train arrived in Prague. She was spending a semester in Europe, had spent the last 3 weeks traveling with her college friends and had become pretty adept at just making things work. “Good ‘ole Yankee ingenuity” she thought to herself.
There were a few problems, all she was carrying was her backpack, she had loaned her cell phone charger to one of the guys and in the middle if the train ride and it died. She spoke a little French but not much and wasn’t sure how that would help in the Czech Republic anyway. Finally, like every other kid her age she had just barely enough money to get bye day to day. Other than that things were fine.
When the train pulled into the station she immediately went to rebook back to Frankfurt but could not get on a train until 11:00 am the next day. She thought, “well that sucks.” She had hoped to quickly return to Frankfurt that night. All of her clothes were at the AirBnB they had rented for three nights. She also had also been looking forward to another evening in bed with Joyce and Malcom. They had played a bit over that last week and she was quite enamored with the two of them. Joyce was very sexy and his cock was enough for the both of them. She had never been in a three some before but she loved it.
On the bright side she had close to a full day to see the city. She plugged in her phone at a charging station, sent her friends a note giving them her new itinerary. Then she did what she always did when site seeing, she bought a map. Her friends always made fun of her and said that’s what Google Maps was for but she insisted that a real map gave one perspective and information about old Europe. Plus they were great keepsakes to memorialize her visit.
She stood at the top of the station overlooking the city. Twenty-two, single, about to start grad school, vivacious and carefree she scoped out the city. She felt the Nordic wind and realized it was colder here than Nuremburg. However, she was dressed warm, her teal knit cap partially covered her blonde braids and the colorful scarf kept the wind at bay. She was ready to take on the city.
She loved history and looked down at the map then back at the skyline and decided to go see the historic cathedral in town. It was close to the youth hostel where she figured she could get a place to crash that night. She walked outside to the brisk air and in ten minutes had navigated the streets and saw the towering spire only a block or two away. The cathedral was the seat for the Archbishop and it was simply stunning. She wandered about for over an hour taking in the breathtaking artwork, stained glass and ornate sculptures throughout. Realizing she was famished she left and looked for a place to eat, finding a small café where she could also get warm.
She sat but had trouble with the menu and the waiter. The former was in a language she could barely decipher, and the waiter spoke no English.
“American?” the women sitting next her asked, smiling, “May I help?”
Carolyn was a bit embarrassed but accepted all the help she could get and the woman invited her to her table.
“Naomi, from Chicago,” she offered her hand. “My husband and I are stationed here. What can I get for you to eat, the goulash is terrific here, as are most of the pastries.”
Naomi ordered for the two of them and they quickly got acquainted. After Carolyn explained how she ended up here and her travel issues Naomi told it was out of the question that she stay at the hostel.
“It’s dump, not all the safe and I just couldn’t live with myself knowing I let you do that when we have room at the our flat.”
Naomi and her husband had been in Prague for eighteen months, he was a Captain in the Army, they had a two year old who was back in the states for a week visiting her parents, and Naomi worked at the local American school, teaching. She also found out that Naomi came from a fairly wealthy family and met her husband, Jason, in college. Jason was “probably a lifer” in the military and was quickly rising in the ranks. Carolyn felt very comfortable with her and accepted her offer. They finished supper and spent another hour wandering the City before heading to Naomi’s flat.
In route they stopped to buy a change of clothes for Carolyn since all she had was what she was wearing. She picked out a pair of yoga tights and a pullover and a bra and panty set. When Naomi saw the selection she blanched at the cheap fabric and insisted that she “at least buy underwear that is comfortable and you won’t throw away tomorrow.” She swore by a French brand and found an unlined camisole top and a satin and lace matching bikini. Naomi also insisted that because she selected them she was paying for them. “No worries, it’s Daddy’s money.” She laughed.
Their flat was larger than Carolyn expected and the furnishings were quite nice. Carolyn began to appreciate that Naomi was probably richer than she had imagined. They made themselves comfortable and shortly thereafter Jason came home.
He was as easy going as Naomi. The stereotypic image of a military man Jason was probably 6’, fit, engaging smile, short black hair and a bit rugged. He was in uniform and after quick introductions excused himself to change into more casual stuff. He returned in sweats and poured a glass of scotch and sat down with the two of them.
He asked about her and was easy to talk to. Carolyn felt right at ease. He reminded Naomi that Andy, Elena and a Czech couple, Jan and Adina were coming over that evening. While he was being polite he said it in a way that Carolyn knew her presence was an issue. Naomi tried to be nonchalant but Carolyn sensed some tension. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be there and Naomi had forgotten about the company. She immediately offered to go back to the hostel and not intrude but Naomi would have none of that. Jason quickly agreed but his manor said otherwise. He understood and told Carolyn that, of course, she needed to stay. Whatever the issue was it seemed settled and Carolyn couldn’t help but really like her new friends. She even found herself getting a bit excited looking at the two of them as they interacted. They had a sexy way of just being together.
Shortly there was a knock and Andy and Elena arrived. She knew from conversation that Elena was military and Andy was a civilian. When they entered Carolyn was taken aback by her looks. She was a beautiful petite Polynesian woman with gorgeous skin and a body to die for. Where Carolyn and Naomi were cut from more classic western European features, she was exotic. Jet black eyes and high cheekbones she was a knockout. She had on a tight minidress which showed off her perfect bust and butt. Carolyn thought she could be a bikini model instead of a Capt. in the Army. Her husband was equally handsome, he seemed to be about 6’, heavier, bigger than Jason but very fit. Andy was bald and had a nice mocha black skin tone. They were quite a couple.
They said their hellos and asked about Carolyn. She noticed they both gave Naomi and Jason looks that had a hint of disappointment. The guys were talking and Carolyn was in the kitchen when the second couple arrived, Carolyn offered to get the door and welcomed in Jan and Adina. She took their coats and introduced herself.
“Nice to meet you,” replied Jan, “Naomi didn’t tell us we were having an extra treat.” He looked over her body. “I am happy!” He smiled
Adina looked over Carolyn’s shoulder.
“Is there someone for me or are you a unicorn?” She giggled. Carolyn was confused.
Naomi came out from the kitchen and over heard the last remark. She explained that Carolyn was a guest and how they met and that she was spending the night.
Jan and Adina seemed to be about thirty and a handsome couple. Unlike Elena and Andy they were not as striking but had a sensual way about them. He was about 5’10” with a medium build and looked like he spent some time at the gym. Black horn-rimmed glasses gave him a studious look and he had a nice toothy easy-going grin. Adina was tall, perhaps 5’8” with a more voluptuous figure, she had a large bust and nice curvy hips. Like Elena she was in a form fitting dress and wore seamed black sheer stockings and heels.