Swiss Exchange - Sex Stories

Swiss Exchange

... whose attention went immediately to the commanding figure of Peter Summerfield, a man approaching middle age, but doing so with a strong hold on authority, charisma, and fitness. The manager of the hotel, tall, trim, late forties Iranian, Akhtar Fariba, came out to the desk from his adjacent office to bow and scrape to the last of his important guests' arrival, while looking a bit disturbed at his desk clerk, Meier. The hotel's ski instructor, the Iranian, Farzin Ahmadi, also came out of his adjacent office to observe--as did three young Iranians of indeterminate status, Basir, Milad, and Naseem, who had been in the bar and had heard the New Zealanders arrive.

None of these men had to tell Summerfield or Reynolds that they were Iranians. The new arrivals already knew that. They knew who was running this "safe haven for illicit contacts" hotel on the snowy slopes in the shadow of the Matterhorn. They knew the doorman with the Kalashnikov, Iman, and both the day and evening bartenders in bar, Darius and Ghazi, were Iranians.

And they knew that everything they said and did here would be reported back to Tehran, to the extent that the Iranian listeners and watchers understood what was happening here. But their mission was so important that they came into the jaws of the Persian lion anyway.

"Welcome to Hotel Riffleberg," the manager, Ahktar Faribar, said. "I have the Zermatt conference room on the third floor on the mountain side reserved for your meeting today in two ...

... hour's time after the noon meal is served in the dining room here, in back of me. The other gentlemen know that was the projected time. I hope it gives you enough time to freshen up. The conference room is yours to use for as long as you need it."

"That will be fine, thanks," Summerfield answered. He looked at the young Swiss desk clerk, Luca Meier, and gave him a smile. Meier's attention had been focused on Summerfield even while he appeared busy checking them in and making keys for the two-room suite for both Summerfield and Reynolds to occupy in the three-story wing on the western side of the hotel. That wing contained two suites and two regular rooms each on the first-and-second floors and six regular rooms on the third floor. The older man's interested smile transferred over to Meier. The desk clerk of course knew what it meant for Summerfield and the much younger--about his own age--Reynolds to be roomed together. It signaled something about Summerfield that piqued Meier's responding interest.

And thus the dance of the meeting on Riffleberg Mountain and the Swiss Exchange operation commenced.

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The handsome and hunky ski instructor, all winter-suntan, big smile, and sexiness, Farzin Ahmadi, apparently was the hotel's activities director too, with the openly promoted activities being skiing, eating, and drinking, and the one all of them were eventually to learn was dominant being sex. Right there in the lobby and during lunch, he established that the ...