"Hast du schon gefickt?"
The continuing stories of Nick Blade.
When I was much younger, I studied German for four years in Highschool. My German teacher told me about a summer student exchange program sponsored by the Youth for Understanding foundation, and asked if I was interested in living with a German family the summer after my senior year ended and getting a semester of college credit for it. I was interested and she helped me apply. I wound up being placed with a family living in the Bavarian countryside in southern Germany near the foothills of the Alps at the Austrian border. That sounded awesome! I couldn't wait for the school-year to end and my summer trip to begin.
When it did, I arrived at the Munich International Airport and met my host family for the summer - Alphonse and Elsa and their two twin teenage daughters Hannah and Frieda. Like me, they were also 19 and had just finished their last year of public school and spoke English very well.
Elsa, their mom, was a slim nice-looking late-thirties German woman with a pleasant personality and an easy-to-understand accent. Alphonse, on the other hand, was a stern little man who spoke very little English and only seemed interested in me because the foundation paid him to host me. He reminded me of Hitler. He even had the dark hair and stupid mustache. The girls told me that his name meant 'ready for battle.' I believed it. I would also have believed that it meant 'stubborn pig-headed angry little man.'
We collected my baggage and loaded them into the bed of this dingy truck that only seated two people. The girls and I had to ride in the bed with the luggage. That explained why the girls' hair looked like they had forgotten to brush it that morning. The drive south from Munich was about a hundred kilometers and took us over an hour. That's when I got to know the family pretty well - like the meanings of their names, where they lived, what the family rules were, what they liked to do, and what I would be spending my summer doing. The four of them lived on a farm on 20 hectares (about 50 acres) where they milked cows and dug potatoes. WTF?! This was going to be my job for the summer? What had I gotten myself into?
But that's what I did. Elsa, the girls, and I dug potatoes all week while Alphonse took care of the dairy. No wonder his hands were so soft. After digging potatoes during the week, on Saturdays I had to help Elsa with the farm and house chores while Alphonse and their two girls drove into town to sell potatoes and milk, and buy whatever goods were needed. They were usually gone the entire day from sun-up till sun-down. Then, at least Sunday was free. Elsa would usually take me and the two girls sightseeing somewhere. One Sunday we even drove into Austria for Schnitzel.
I hated the hot sweaty weekdays digging potatoes out of the dirt. But I ended up loving the Saturdays. That's when I got to be alone with Elsa. She seemed lonely, and particularly happy that their exchange student was a male. And I might add, a handsome, virile, young male at that. 😊 Elsa and I spent every Saturday together and we got along great. She loved to laugh and I was always cutting up -- even when cleaning the kitchen or raking hay in the barn. I liked to make her laugh because she looked so happy when she did, and kinda sexy also, even if I was 19 and she was 39.
Not too long after getting there, on my third Saturday, Elsa had me washing the dishes from our lunch while she enjoyed a break outside to rest after sweeping the house. When I finished, I went looking for her to see what was next on the list (usually it was working in the garden). I found her sitting in the sun at a picnic table in the garden, wearing a short sundress and reading what looked like a German version of Cosmopolitan. She was facing me at an angle and looking down at her magazine. I watched her for a few minutes peeking around the corner of the barn with the sun to my back.
When she wasn't decked out in thick coveralls, with her hair up and tucked into a sunhat, she was surprisingly attractive. Alphonse looked much older than Elsa. He was a skinny wrinkly 'worn'-looking man. Not at all what I would expect Elsa to have as a husband. Elsa looked much younger and now I could see just how gorgeous she was. She was a medium build, not skinny like Alphonse, but not heavy either. She was pleasantly plump in all the right places; with big titties bunched together in the sundress to make a nice visible cleavage. She had a good-sized pear-shaped ass that I distinctly noticed one Saturday when she wore some high-waisted tight jeans and a short tank top.
As I watched her from around the corner, she took a quick glance around, then pulled the top of her sundress across her shoulders and down all the way to her waist. She had sandy blonde hair long enough to fall past her shoulders, but stopping just short of her big titties that looked natural, but perky, without any sag. And she had tiny little nipples in the middle of her large brown areoles. Her tits were tanned, but not nearly as dark as her arms and hands. So I imagined that she sunbathed occasionally, but not as often as she worked in the fields. I wondered what the rest of her looked like and if she sunbathed more than just her tits.
After watching for quite a while to see if she took anything else off, I backed away a few steps and hollered in a sing-song voice, "Elsa, wo bist du?!" -- which is to say in German 'Where are you?!' and started walking towards her.
She quickly pulled the top of her dress back up over her shoulders then looked back down at her magazine and yelled back in the same sing-song voice, "Im garten!".
But our eyes made contact as she looked down. There seemed to be a spark there. I sat in a wicker chair next to the picnic bench. Elsa spun around slightly to face me directly and crossed her legs, leaning back just a bit on the bench which pulled her dress up her legs past her knees. The top of her dress was low cut, almost all the way to her belly button, showing lots of tanned cleavage which looked just as sexy as her bare tits had. I was staring at them.
She noticed, smiled, and asked me about life in America -- specifically in Texas -- and if we rode horses or owned any oil wells. It was comical how she thought we lived. Soon talk got more personal and she asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told her that I did, and that I had been seeing her all through Highschool.
