This was my first trip to Europe. I tried desperately to not fall into all of the pitfalls that Americans do when leaving the States for the first time. It certainly helped that I was visiting family friends and letting them guide me through all of the nuances of being a tourist. Staying with a family that had known me all of my life was a saving grace that also presented me with some rather interesting situations involving their oldest son.
Hans and I had been penpals since sixth grade. It started out as a way for him to improve his English, which was already flawless. We continued to write during high school and college and became as close as two people could be without actually meeting. My trip to Germany was the second time we met face to face. Hans had visited the US after high school graduation, whereas I was visiting Germany after university graduation. We had flirted during his visit, but nothing ever came out of it; we were too naive to believe anything could come of it. My trip to Germany proved otherwise.
Meeting Hans at the airport was a shot to the system. The boy had grown more handsome since I had seen him last. Was that even possible? Staring at him, I completely forgot to greet his family in the manner of northern Germans, by using the Low German phrase "Moin Moin". God, was I ever going to get used to looking at him?? Hans was tall, even by German standards, had a mop of jet black hair and bottomless brown eyes. Just looking at him made my insides quiver like jelly. Hugging him hello in front of his family was almost unbearable; all I could think of was wrapping myself around him and never letting go. His smile just about broke my heart as he looked down at me, keeping my body close to his in an easy embrace. My hormones raged all the way from the airport to the house. Good lord, how was I going to survive two weeks in the same house as him without spontaneously combusting?
Things came to a head halfway through my first week. Hans had begun calling himself by his middle name, Leo, and introducing me as Leah, which was my middle name. Leo and Leah, two peas in a pod. The same conversation always followed when I met someone new. One particular meeting got my mind whirling.
"I thought your name as Sunny," asked a friend, shaking my hand.
"It is, but Hans, sorry, Leo just seems to think it's funny that our second names are so similar," I replied. "It's almost like he's trying to make some sort of connection between us."
The look that crossed the friend's face sent a thrilling shiver down my spine. Hmmmm...I may be on to something here. He smirked at me knowingly.
"Okay! We're off to the pond," Hans proclaimed from another room.
As much as he pleaded with me to call him Leo, he was still my Hans. It was hard to think of him any other way at that point.
The pond turned out to be a spring-fed machine dug hole in the ground. The water was freezing and my nipples immediately turned to stone as I waded in. This was my first experience swimming in the nude, as was the European fashion. The water, sliding around my body was at once thrilling and a little uncomfortable. Hans thought it was mis-placed modesty on the part of a Puritan American and had somehow managed to convince me to shed my suit. My discomfort was forgotten at once as I watched Hans shed his shorts and stood upright, ready to enter the water with a 8" erection bobbing away. He glided into the water, took a few strokes, and found me tredding water in the middle of the pond.
"Cold?"
Hans' gaze at my breasts seemed a bit invasive to me, but as he reached around me to pull him closer, I realized he was merely enjoying the view.
"Slightly, as you are well aware." My teeth were actually beginning to chatter! Great.
"Let us see if we can warm you up any."
With that, Hans pressed his body flat against mine, letting his stiff penis glide between my thighs. The tip rubbed against my clit briefly on its way past and I gave an involuntary gasp of pure pleasure. His hands moved to cradle my buttocks and keep my lower portion in constant contact with his. It was heaven. Three days of pent up hormones was about to open up in a deluge of whatever may come.
I wrapped my arms around Hans' neck and flattened my sensitive breasts against his chest. Finding myself this impossibly close to him, I let my face settle in the hollow where his shoulder meets his neck.
"Ahem"
Someone floating by sent some rapid-fire German in our direction. Even though my German vocabulary consisted of "yes" "no" and "My name is Sunny", it didn't take a genius to translate the meaning.
All to too soon, Hans let go of me, and I of him. We spent another 45 minutes in the cold water, pretending that nothing had happened. We were the definition of proper behavior. After a while, my body began to tingle all over, and not from a hormone rush. It was just too cold to stay in the water!
A bicycle ride back to the house warmed us up. The sunshine streamed across our damp clothes, highlighting my firm nipples and his erect penis. My eyes kept sliding over his muscular body. It was a wonder I didn't hit a hole in the gravel road and go end over end.
Getting back to the house, we rushed back to our rooms in order to get ready for a night on the town. Hans was taking me to my first dance club and I was full of nervous energy. The events at the pond only heightened my anticipation and nerves. A hot shower should do the trick.
Almost.
As I got out of the steamy shower stall to dry off, the door suddenly opened up. There I was, dripping wet and naked while Hans walked through the door.
"What are you doing in here?? I'm not done!"
Hans stopped dead in his tracks and stared at me. His mouth was actually ajar, slightly. He quickly scanned my naked body before licking his lips and backing out of the bathroom. As he was closing the door, Hans yelled back in my general direction.
"I didn't hear the water running, so I thought you were gone."
