I'm a military guy, very fit, with hard muscles and a tight butt that ladies always seem attracted to. I'm also married to a lovely, sexy woman, but I just can't seem to stop chasing tail. I also love sliding my hard cock into a nice, tight butt hole. But basically, I'm just a dog who loves to sniff around for horny bitches that I can work over in my own special way.
I took classes in massage in Germany and attained a public license. Not many Americans can say that. Very few ladies turn down a skilled massage either. That's just one of the hooks. I also have a refined method for eating pussy that drives women crazy. I have had several women who would otherwise not orgasm from oral sex, have earth shattering orgasms with me. Okay, so you think I am feeding you a line of shit, well let me preach on!
Mandi and I met Elvie and Frank in Germany, and they headed back to the states to this desolate military post in the mid-west, with us to follow in about 6 months. We had played cards together and drank more than a few beers. Elvie had always seemed really shy and almost prudish for a German woman. She just didn't seem to relish partying and things like most of the crowd Mandi and I ran with. She was pretty but I never could tell what kind of body she really had. She always wore layers, even in the summer, and tended to dress very modestly, like an old woman who was afraid someone would get a peek of an ankle or something.
We got back together right after Mandi and I returned to the states. In the 6-7 months that Elvie and Frank had been back, they decided to get divorced. We found out later that Frank had met some local slut, who he later married. But that aside, they apparently made the split amenable, and when we talked to Elvie, she seemed more than happy to leave Frank and head back to Germany.
Both her children from a previous marriage (her husband had been killed in a trucking accident on the autobahn) were still in Germany, and she relished the idea of returning to see them. Her mother had found her a nice apartment in an old, historic building in Nürnberg, and Elvie was quite happy even though things hadn't worked out with Frank.
She told us that Frank had changed completely after they returned to the states. He bought a brand new Mustang GT, and immediately started cruising the streets (what little there was here) and met up with a local girl whom he decided he liked much better than Elvie. Since she was due to fly out in about a week, we invited her to stay with us.
She had some really nice German furniture, a decorative bar combo unit, and a beautifully upholstered German corner unit called an eckebank. We helped her sell the bar unit, and she got a really nice price for it. We had the eckebank set up in the dining area at our house and used it as our eating and drinking place, after deciding to buy it from her.
A couple of days after Elvie moved in with us, I came in from work to find Mandi and Elvie out back in the shade on the deck, and neither was feeling any pain. They had demolished a couple of bottles of wine and were well into another. Mandi was already beginning to slur a bit, and they obviously hadn't eaten much.
To my surprise, Elvie was wearing some really short shorts and a loose shirt, and I could see a nice lace bra underneath. Mandi was in shorts and an athletic top. Those wonderful 36C's of hers were jutting proudly through the thin, stretch fabric. I enjoyed the view for a moment, but wondered why they stayed outside in the worst heat of the day.
They obviously decided that they needed some sun, and had stayed for a while. I asked who was hungry, and when they both eagerly agreed, I went into the kitchen, deciding on some grilled burgers. As I mixed the ground meat mixture, I watched out the kitchen window as the late afternoon sun began creeping up on the deck. I stuck my head out the sliding doors and asked them if they needed a blanket or something so they could cop some rays, and suggested they might want to grab a bathing suit. This was met with giggling and a rush inside to change clothes.
I heard Elvie tell Mandi that she didn't have a bathing suit, and then I heard some rummaging around and some tittering. Mandi came back to the kitchen and I refilled both wine glasses, and she went back into the bedroom. After about 10 minutes, I heard the two of them coming through the house.
Mandi said, "Tell Elvie she looks fine in this bathing suit."
I turned from my work patting out burgers and almost choked. Elvie was wearing one of Mandi's skimpiest string bikinis, one we had gotten while we vacationed in Nice, France, last summer. Elvie looked positively gorgeous, and had a killer body. She had large, firm tits that stuck out proudly, and a tight, narrow waist that swelled to wonderful hips and a nice butt that started to cause twinges in my cock. I never thought 36-24-36 was anything but a fond wish of some pervert, but my engineer eye told me Elvie was possibly the real deal.
"Damn!" I exclaimed, "Where have you been hiding?"
She giggled, and Mandi laughed, telling me, "We have a story for you while you cook the burgers."
Elvie blushed demurely, but then smiled with slight Mona Lisa smile. I was positive she enjoyed the attention, and the compliment. Mandi, in a bikini barely less revealing than Elvie's, led the way out to the deck. I fired up the grill, and proceeded to cook burgers while Mandi told me an interesting narrative.
When Frank met Elvie several years ago in Germany, some time after her first husband's death, they hit it off quite well. But Elvie noticed that he wasn't comfortable going to places like the beach, or large lakes, especially where women were topless. He was always commenting about women who wore something as simple as tight fitting clothing being sluts or whores. He was adamant about Elvie not going topless at the beach or lake. He bought her a one-piece bathing suit that looked like something her grandmother wore.
But he was wonderful to her kids, made a determined effort to learn to speak German, which he did fairly well, and in spite of his prudish behavior toward her, they married. They had a comfortable marriage while they were in Germany, and her relatives seemed to like Frank just fine. But it was Frank who was the reason for her dressing so school marm-ish. Elvie chimed in occasionally, adding her personal comments.
By the time Mandi finished her story, the burgers were done. Mandi and Elvie had stretched out on a couple of blankets on the deck and were copping rays. I had set my big umbrella up so it shaded me and the grill. They had soaked down in suntan lotion, and both looked delicious lying there cooking in the sun.
I took the burgers in, made plates for all three of us, grabbed another bottle of wine from the cooler and a beer for me, and headed to the deck. I almost dropped the tray with the food and drinks. Mandi and Elvie were both topless, laid out peacefully on their blankets, copping rays and enjoying life. What a wonderful sight!
"Who's hungry?" I asked them.
Mandi sat up, stretched, and told Elvie it was time to eat.
"Better grab your top," she told Elvie, "we might get a neighbor upset."
Both slipped their tops back on, and grabbed a plate and refilled their wine. I moved the umbrella so it would shade our café table, and we pulled up chairs around it and ate quietly, enjoying the food. The big, juicy cheeseburger seemed to sober Mandi up a bit, and she ate with a relish. Elvie was slow at first, but soon began to tear through her burger.
When I asked if they had eaten anything at all today, they both nodded no. We finished eating our food, and I refilled the wine glasses for Mandi and Elvie and then cleared the table. I took everything back to the kitchen and started cleaning up, washing dishes while keeping an eye on the girls.
As soon as I went in, they went back to their blankets for some more sun, doffing the tops and taking turns rubbing sun tan lotion on each other. I was getting a hard on just watching this, and still was incredulous over finding out that after all this time, Elvie had a killer body and apparently didn't mind showing it off in a casual, European way.
After I finished cleaning up, I got out of my clothes and into some comfortable shorts and sandals. I took a beer and a boom box out to the deck, and turned on some music. Mandi and Elvie ran out of wine again, so I got yet another bottle. As the sun faded behind the tree tops, the temperature had gone down to a reasonable 92° and the humidity had settled down some.
Mandi and Elvie didn't have any more sun, so they folded the blankets, donned the tops, and settled down on the bench seats around the deck to talk about what was coming up. During the chat, Mandi mentioned how nice the breeze felt, and since it was getting dark, she didn't need her top anymore. She slipped the bikini top off and dropped in on the bench. Elvie decided she would join and did the same.
Elvie would be leaving for Germany in two days, and Mandi and I would use Frank's new Mustang to drive her to the airport. This was about a 130 mile trek to the major metro area where one of the largest hubs in the mid-west was located. She had a direct connection to Frankfurt, and from there, she had a transfer to Lufthansa to Nürnberg. We made plans on timing, what Elvie might want to wear, what carry on items to take, and just general chat. They continued to down the wine, and had demolished 5 bottles from the case I had bought a couple of days before.
We stayed on the deck after it got dark, enjoying the little breeze that blew in, and listened to music. I noticed that when Mandi went into the house to go to the bathroom, she staggered a bit, and bumped into the door. She and Elvie got into a giggling fit over this. Elvie had slowed down on the wine some, and Mandi hadn't.
When Mandi returned from the bathroom, Elvie went, and Mandi took the opportunity to refill her glass. When Elvie returned, she sipped a bit, and watched Mandi down her glass. After about 15 minutes, Mandi got up again, as though to go into the house, and began to lose her balance. I grabbed her, held her upright and took her on into the house. She was warm and a bit slippery from the sun tan lotion, and in nothing but her bathing suit bottom, there was little to grab onto.
I thought she wanted to go to the bathroom again, but she pulled away and told me to take her into the bedroom. She turned and sat on the edge of the bed, looking really trashed. I slipped her bikini bottom off her hips and down her legs, and helped her lay back, grabbing her legs and rolling her into a comfortable position on her side. I put a towel under her head in case she got sick and threw up before she could get to the toilet.
I returned to the deck to find Elvie leaning back against the deck railing, hands behind her head. Her tits looked wonderful, and I enjoyed the view. I grabbed my beer and sat on one of the bench cushions next to her. I sipped my beer, as she asked what happened to Mandi.
"One glass of wine too many," I replied, and she chuckled.
"I hope that doesn't happen to me," she said with a giggle.
I mumbled something about not having to worry, and asked her how she was feeling about leaving Frank and returning to Germany. As she was talking, I casually sat my beer down and slipped my shorts off, so I was naked. I picked up my beer. She continued to talk, not missing a beat like she hadn't noticed.
As she went on, I reached over and pulled on one of the string ties on her bikini bottom, untying it. She sat her wine glass down, stopped talking for a minute, and slipped the bottom off and laid it on the bench. Typically European, she had done little to trim a dark patch of pubic hair. Apparently the reason they took a few minutes to change into bathing suits was her effort to quickly trim up some of the bush so she wouldn't stick out of the tiny bikini.
