The Turkish Delight
Jake and Emma, a couple seeking to rekindle their passion, embark on a luxurious beach holiday in Turkey. Their encounter with the charming and skilled Orhan, a local hotel employee, leads to an unforgettable experience of Turkish hospitality and sensual pleasures. From exotic dinners to intimate massages, their journey is a tantalizing exploration of desire and discovery.
We arrived at our hotel at 4 pm. The air was thick with heat and desire. July and August were notorious for being the hottest months in the Mediterranean, but Emma and I were eager to explore Turkey on this beach holiday. It had been twenty years since our honeymoon, and our two kids, now 19 and 18, had decided to spend their summer in Spain with friends, leaving us to enjoy seven nights of pure indulgence at a resort.
Opting for half-board accommodation allowed us to explore the local cuisine and culture, and as we made our way to the hotel, we noticed several inviting restaurants. A young man, perhaps in his late twenties, with dark hair, piercing black eyes, and a slim yet muscular build, greeted us warmly. He introduced himself as Orhan and offered to help with our luggage. When I tried to tip him, he declined with a charming smile, "No, Sir. You and your lovely wife are our guests. It is a pleasure to help."
Orhan's polite demeanor and good looks did not go unnoticed by Emma. She smiled back at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and appreciation. As we waited at the reception, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anticipation. The hotel lobby was bustling with activity, and the energy was electric.
"Do you like it?" I asked Emma, pulling her close.
"I love it, Jake!" she replied, her voice filled with excitement. "I hope our suite is as nice as the lobby. And everyone is so polite and hospitable. The Turkish men are real gentlemen. This boy, and the folks that helped us with directions to our coach at the airport, all very kind people."
As we chatted, Orhan rejoined us, this time with two other young guys in hotel uniforms. They were joking with him in Turkish, their eyes occasionally drifting to Emma. I could sense the underlying flirtation, but Emma seemed oblivious, lost in the moment and the new experiences.
Our suite was spacious and luxurious, with a private SPA suite consisting of a Jacuzzi, Hammam, and sauna. Orhan explained the features of the bath, his voice low and inviting. "You can always order a 'tellak' if you wish to experience the authentic Turkish way," he said, his eyes lingering on Emma.
"What is 'tellak'?" Emma asked, her curiosity piqued.
"It is a person that helps you exfoliate and provides a traditional Turkish massage," Orhan replied, his tone seductive. "In our hotel, I and Mehmet have been trained. We had to pass an exam to become tellaks."
Emma's eyes widened with interest. "So you know how to massage the Turkish way?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Not only that, but how to operate the bath. You just need to book me at the reception, usually it requires 24 hours' notice," Orhan clarified, his smile never wavering.
We decided to book Orhan for the next evening, eager to experience the local traditions. As he left, Emma turned to me, her eyes shining with excitement. "We should try this," she said, her voice filled with anticipation.
That evening, Orhan took us to a local restaurant recommended by him. The dinner was exquisite, and the conversation flowed freely. Orhan spoke excellent English, his accent adding a layer of exoticism to his words. He told us about his life in a village in Anatolia, his dreams of one day being rich like his friend Enver, the yacht owner.
"I work two jobs," he explained. "One at the hotel and the other one on call at Enver's yacht when he has guests. Enver's family are very rich. I want one day to be rich like him, but for now my goal is to save enough money to marry."
"Is your girlfriend from Anatolia too?" Emma asked, her voice soft and inquisitive.
"No, I don't have a girlfriend. We are very traditional in the region I come from, no relationships with a woman are allowed until you can marry her, and you have to pay the father of the girl," Orhan replied, his eyes never leaving Emma's.
"So, you are a virgin at 24?" I asked, a playful smile on my face.
Emma blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. Orhan didn't answer directly, but his eyes spoke volumes. "That's why so many young men in Turkey flirt with and hit on Western women when they come here. Our girls are virtually inaccessible, if you know what I mean," he said, winking at me with a smile.
Emma took a sip of her wine, her eyes meeting Orhan's with a mix of curiosity and empathy. The conversation shifted to sea adventures, and Orhan invited us to join him and his friends on Enver's yacht for snorkeling and a party to celebrate Enver's birthday.
"Come on, be my guests and join us. We leave at 2:30, I can collect you from the reception at two," Orhan insisted, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Emma was eager to try snorkeling, and I couldn't resist the allure of the invitation. "OK," I said. "But we will bring our food and drinks."
"You will offend us, all we need will be on the yacht, just take a pair of swimsuits and come," Orhan replied, his voice filled with assurance.
As we walked back to the hotel, Orhan showed us the yacht, a modern mid-size luxury vessel. He took a photo of Emma and me, his eyes lingering on her body as she posed. The chemistry between them was palpable, and I could feel a stir of excitement and anticipation.
The next day, Orhan kept his promise and took us on an unforgettable snorkeling adventure. The waters were crystal clear, and the underwater world was a kaleidoscope of colors. Emma and I were captivated by the beauty, and Orhan's expert guidance made the experience even more enchanting.
That evening, Orhan arrived at our suite promptly at 4 pm, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. He brought towels and oils, his presence filling the room with an air of excitement and promise. "Can I use your bedroom to change?" he asked, his voice low and inviting.
"Sure," I replied, my heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
Two minutes later, Orhan emerged from our bedroom, covered only by a towel around his waist. He handed us large towels and explained the process. "You can now undress and I will wait for you in the sauna. Just give me five minutes to prepare everything there."
Emma blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. "Do we have to be naked?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, underneath the towel. Just wrap it around your body," Orhan reassured her, his tone gentle and soothing.
We followed his instructions, our hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The sauna was hot and steamy, and we could feel our bodies relaxing as we sweated profusely. After about 15 minutes, Emma went out to take a shower. I followed her, and together we entered the Turkish bath, our bodies wrapped in towels.
Kadir first massaged her arms, then did her neck and shoulders, and moved to work on my wife's back. He was pressing gently alongside my wife's spine with his fists, starting from her shoulder blades and moving along the spine, reaching down to the small of her back at the edge of the towel covering her butt. Sonya looked at me and smiled, indicating she liked it. I was sitting on the marble bench at the wall about a couple of feet away from the slab, watching Kadir working on my wife's body. After about five minutes, Kadir stood at Sonya's left side and, without any warning, he swiftly removed the towel from my wife's butt and threw it at me.
"Jake, can you hold it for me while I do Emma's lower back and legs?" Orhan asked, his voice low and inviting.
I instinctively caught the towel. Emma's eyes went wide, and she raised her head to protest, but Orhan didn't give her a chance. He immediately started massaging her lower back and ass cheeks, his hands moving with a practiced ease. "This is a massage the Turkish way, the best for the muscles," he assured her, his voice soothing and confident.
Emma closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips as Orhan's skilled hands worked their magic. I watched, my breath catching in my throat as Orhan's hands explored every curve and contour of Emma's body. He spent time massaging her ass cheeks, occasionally spreading them to reveal her most intimate places. The sight of his hands on her body sent a rush of excitement and desire coursing through me.
After what felt like an eternity, Orhan moved to her legs, his hands gliding over her smooth skin with a mixture of oil and expertise. He stood at the edge of the slab near her feet, positioning his hands on her ankles and leaning over her legs. As he moved his hands up her calves, thighs, and ass, I could see the bulge in his towel growing more pronounced. The sight of his arousal sent a thrill of excitement through me, and I realized that I was equally aroused.
Emma, lost in the sensations, seemed to enjoy every moment of Orhan's touch. Her moans and soft whispers filled the room, creating an erotic symphony that heightened my arousal. As Orhan continued to massage her, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to join them, to explore Emma's body alongside Orhan's skilled hands.
The experience left us both breathless and craving more. As Orhan left, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies still tingling with the aftermath of the massage. "That was incredible," Emma whispered, her eyes shining with satisfaction and desire.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I replied, pulling her close. "And to think, this is just the beginning of our adventure."
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