GASPARBONTA & Partners - DON PEPE BÉKÁSMEGYER

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Don Pepe Békásmegyer

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The blinds were almost completely shut, only a small, but intense ray of light could make it inside the room. Big fluffy hotel bedsheets caressed their naked bodies, like clouds, shimmering between peaks. They started to make slow moves followed by low grunts. The beginning of a glorious hangover. That last bottle of champagne - although it seemed like a great idea at the time - now felt like the last punch of the match, a ‘coupe de grâce’, if you will.

‘I don’t ever feel like getting up.’ - she said, rather gloomily.

That rather negative statement made him rethink his original concept of falling back to sleep for a good two hours more.

‘All right my love, I shall go and seek something to eat, perhaps?’

‘Ah come on, you are in worst shape than I am.’

‘That may be true, but I can’t let my love starve, can I ?’

More low grunts followed, as a clear sign of doubt.

That did it for him. In two minutes, he did a rather rockstar-like dressup, jeans (in commando of course), white t-shirt, boots in bare feet, chewing gum, perfume, sunglasses and cash, the basics. In ten minutes, he was ordering everything from the menu, tipping like crazy to have two full plates delivered up to the room asap. That did it for her. The sight and smell of every delicious food from sliced watermelon to scrambled eggs, fresh salmon and warm bagels simply made her crazy happy. They ate it up like children, with bare hands, enjoying every bite. It was a feast.

‘Hey, you know what we should do?” - she asked after they regained consciousness.

The mandatory 20 minutes of sleep has just ended.

‘Anything, everything and probably nothing my love, just stay here and make..’ - he said starting to get below the bedsheets.

‘Stop it, stop it, just listen for a minute’ - she said laughing. A low grunt followed.

‘Remember the place we first fooled around? You know, with the big windows, that steel bar in the middle, those triangular wooden surfaces... you know?’

‘Umm... was that the one with the concrete ceiling and those metal shelves? That was it, right?’

‘That is the one. So, lets get up, make a reservation and slowly start to wander in that direction, okay?’

‘C’mon, we just had breakfast, let’s chill some more!’

She got out of bed, naked, slowly turning around in front of the glass door of the bathroom, clearly enjoying his admiring stare. She opened up the door with his right hand and played around with his left hand on her gourgeous naked skin.

‘I am taking a shower. Are you joining me on do you want to... “chill”?”

The lunch was perfect.

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