Irmgard and Stefan's relationship began in late September. In the period until Christmas, Irmgard continued to spend, whenever Stefan was in Saarbruecken, at least twice a week a few sex-filled hours after work with him.
Except on two occasions, they did not go out with each other. Irmgard's weekends were reserved not only for time with her son. There was also her continuing, everyday social life which Stefan neither could nor wanted to share.
There was, firstly, the fact that Stefan was not only a stranger but a short-term visitor. With an elaborately invented story, Irmgard could have introduced him to her friends. Stefan was glad that Irmgard did not want to do it, as there was too little in Irmgard's day-by-day life that he could have shared. In their background, interests, life-experiences and life-style, Irmgard and Stefan had little in common. Irmgard had as little interest in Stefan's work, love of literature and history, as he had for her card-game, village-social-life and football allegiances. As happens often, their sexual compatibility and interest in each other - almost on an obsessive level - existed entirely separate from their different affinities and interests. In what had to be a short-term affair for them, this was an advantage.
What can make exclusively sexual affairs so exciting and rewarding is that one gets to know one's partners in a way that one does not a friend or relative. Eros is charged with secrets, and these are only revealed, paradoxically, to strangers in purely erotic relationships. Between Irmgard and Stefan, none of these secret desires needed to and did remain hidden.
In early December Irmgard offered to take Stefan to a night-club she had been to before. Part of her reason was that they would not see each other between Christmas and Easter. Stefan was committed to spending this term in a different, distant research-centre. So, this night out, Irmgard insisted, would be an exception as a sort-of farewell.
It was cold already with the first snow on the ground. When Irmgard picked Stefan up, she was in her winter-coat. At the night-club, when she took it off, Stefan must have gaped at what was revealed. Irmgard was in the most daring, little black dress he had ever seen on any of his women acquaintances. It included his ex-wife, who had quite happily displayed her sexy assets.
The dress's shimmering material looked like poured on Irmgard's body, accentuating the contours of hips, her stomach's flatness and beautiful shape of her breasts. Its décolletage was a V, pointing from throat and shoulders deep into the valley between her boobs. When Irmgard turned around to walk to their reserved table, the dress' real secret was revealed. It was held in place on Irmgard's body by two thin straps, one around her neck, the other across her back. Irmgard was braless and from neck to the beginning curvature of her ass temptingly bare.
When they sat down at their table, Irmgard looked at him. A knowing smile played over her face seeing him stunned. She asked: -
"I think you like my dress, don't you? We had to go out, so I could put it on for you. I've only worn it once before. And it was here."
Stefan struggled to find the words: -
"My God, Irmgard! ... This dress ... you are stunningly sexy! I will be the most envied man here tonight. ... I hope I won't have to share you with other males that want to get their paws on your beautiful back and ass!"
Irmgard smiled sweetly and promised: -
"I'll only dance with you. Tonight, your hands are the only ones I want touching me up."
She kept her promise. Irmgard loved to dance close and, did he imagined it, she purred with pleasure as he made love to her back. It was her devilish dress. Whenever her back was out of sight from the tables, one of Stefan's fingers would steal under the seam and slide down the cleft of Irmgard's ass. And God, how this made her rub her pubes against his erection!
Although it was a Saturday night, when Irmgard drove Stefan home, she came up to his apartment. They had not had much to drink. Still, Irmgard was in a naughtily adventurous mood. Discarding her coat, she told Stefan - low-voiced and smiling - that she was hot, and why he was so overdressed. Fronting him, Irmgard began to sway to a beat of music only she could hear. When she raised her arms, one breast freed itself from its pretend-cover. Bringing it close to Stefan's face, she accused him of looking like a boring, over-dressed husband for somebody as sexily dressed as her.
Turning a swift pirouette, Irmgard threw herself on the sofa. She gave overdressed Stefan, looking down on her, an ultimatum: -
"Your hands on me in the club were naughty. You wanted to strip me right there, didn't you? ... Now it's my turn: ... I want you to strip for me! I want you naked before I let you undress me!"
Irmgard laughed as she wriggled on the sofa. Her dress had already promisingly slid up part of her thighs.
As a tease, Stefan's stripping must have disappointed. However, he quickly was naked and - Irmgard could not hide her interest - was rather showily aroused. He knelt down between his Mistress' legs to roll up her dress. She let him know her consent by lightly lifting her bottom.
Irmgard wore no panties; had worn none all night under the sheerness of her dress! Stefan rolled her dress no further. Captivated by what was before him, he dived down for the first kiss on Irmgard's so demonstratively no longer shy pussy. As his tongue sunk in for passionate deep kissing, Irmgard began to moan and squirm in pleasure.
When Stefan broke away from kissing to roll up her dress further, Irmgard gasped a sharp No. She cradled his head and pushed it none too gently back onto her heaving-up cunt and hissed: -
