Allow me to first set the background for this story. I am a senior sergeant in the U.S. Army. I am also single 27-year-old soldier being stationed in Germany for my first time. It is in the late 1970ās and I was stationed in a small town along the East/West German borders.
I reported into my command and was assigned a Company. When I reported to my company my first sergeant welcomed me as he reviewed my personnel file. Seeing that I was a German linguist he smiled and said he had an assignment for me immediately. He informed me there was an ongoing project to improve German-American relations and seeing that I already spoke German, I would be ideal for the program.
I am thinking great, first day and Iām already being volunteered without much choice of refusing.
The first sergeant went on to explain that during the Christmas holidays they tried to match single American soldiers with German families to stay together and enhance relations between the two allies. He was going to pair me up with a family and I would be going to stay with them the next day throughout the four-day Christmas weekend.
I was then led in and introduced to the Company Commander and the first sergeant explained his immediate plans for me. The commander welcomed me and said he thought that it was a wonderful decision and reminded me that I would be representing The U.S. Army as well as The U.S. and the be on my best behavior.
Great, I thought, what a marvelous way to spend the holidays. Not know that I was going to receive my first lesson of German culture that would make me want to experience more and more of German hospitality.
The next day a German gentleman in his mid to late 50ās picked me up at the gate. He introduced himself as Manfred and told me I would be staying with him and his family for the weekend.
As we drove to his home in a small village about 30 kilometers from the base we exchanged pleasantries and learned more about each other. He was a textile merchant and was in the German Army during WWII. He was on tanks and was captured and sent to a POW camp in the United States, where he said he was treated well and then released after the war. I also learned he has a young wife only, 32 and two daughters from a previous marriage, ages 18 and 20. We had an enjoyable ride and conversation and finally arrived at his home.
Manfred insisted on carrying my suitcase into the house and as we entered I was awe struck by the beauty of the house and furnishings. Manfred had indeed done well since the war. He showed me the bedroom I would be staying in and I was dazed when he told me I would be sharing the room with his daughters. I protested that it wasnāt appropriate but he said nonsense you will be just another member of the family for the weekend and not to worry about it.
Manfred then led me to the kitchen where his beautiful wife Ingrid was preparing lunch. Allow me to describe Ingrid. As you already know she is 32 years old but could pass for 25 any day. She has medium length blonde hair, the bluest eyes you have ever seen, and a body that most women strive to maintain. She was wearing a black straight dress covered with a full apron as she cooked. The apron and dress were unable to hide the charms of this beautiful German wife. She has, I would guess a 34D breasts, a nice slim waist and probably around a 34 in hips. I was again awe struck by her beauty and her smile as she shook my hand and welcomed me to there home.
Ingrid asked me where I was from and I told her and tried to explain exactly where that was in the US.
She then asks me to sit at the table and offered Manfred and I coffee and cake.
We drank coffee and enjoyed the cake together as we became better acquainted and got to know each other better.
Just as we were finishing coffees, Andrea, their 18-year-old daughter came into the house carrying a set of ice skates over her shoulder. Her cheeks were red and flushed from the cold air as she came bounding in through the kitchen door. She was just as beautiful as her stepmother was. If I had not already known she was not Ingridās daughter I would have sworn they were mother and daughter. Andrea was also a blonde haired blue eyed beauty that radiated youth and energy.
She stopped suddenly upon seeing me and Manfred made introductions and told Andrea that I was the American that would be spending the Christmas weekend with them. He further told her she should treat me as a brother and a member of the family. Andrea then surprised me by throwing her arms around my neck, giving me a hug and kissing me on the cheek as she said, āSchones Winachten Bruderā. (Merry Christmas brother) She was giggling as I tried to erase the memory of her firm breasts pressed against me for the brief moment and the reaction my body was having from that brief encounter with this angelic creature.
Ingrid then told me to make myself at home and that if I wanted to take a nap until dinner it would be ok. I had told her while we were having coffee that I had just arrived yesterday and the time zones were difficult to adjust to so rapidly. She also told Andrea to show me where I could put my clothes and to help me unpack.
Andrea and I then went to the bedroom and she helped me unpack and put my clothes in the closet and said I could share one of her drawer for my underclothes. She opened the drawer and moved her silky underwear over to make room for mine. Seeing the brief thongs and bras made me think of just how sexy she must look in them.
I ask if it would be okay if I showered before lying down for a nap and Andrea said sure she would show me where everything was located. She then showed me where the bathroom was and where the towels were kept. She then explained to me that the water was cold that I had to turn on the water heater for 10 minutes before I showered. She then turned on the heater and I went back to the bedroom and stripped and put on a robe to go to the shower.
I climbed into the shower, enjoying the warmth and was daydreaming what was to come sharing a room with Andrea. Would I be able to resist her and be the good American representative that was expected of me? About that time the bathroom door was opened and I heard someone enter. Before I could look to see what was going on the shower curtain was pulled back and a very naked Andrea entered the shower. What I said and Andrea just giggled and said not to worry we always share the hot water in this house.