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It had been a long flight from Dallas to Frankfurt in late June, and I was glad to be able to check into my hotel in the heart of town at around 1 PM or so. A long relaxing bath, a snack ordered up to my room and I hit the sack for some much needed sleep to take the edge off that jet lag. I had no meetings till the next morning anyway. It was about 6 when I awoke.
I looked out of the window and saw that it was one of those grandly beautiful summer evenings. Suddenly the thought of remaining cooped up in the hotel seemed the worst possible way of enjoying the weather. I'd been to Frankfurt very frequently before and knew my way around well. I decided to take a stroll down to the city center, the Romer, and select a cafe, possible on the riverside, for my dinner.
It was a short walk down to the Alte Oper and then beyond to the Romer. The sight of all those lovely German women in skimpy summer dresses lifted my spirits, already buoyant, even higher. It had been a hectic trip to Dallas, with no time for any feminine company, and my hunger was starting to assert itself. I needed a woman, and I didn't know how the hell I was going to manage it.
At the Romer I decided to take a break. There was a young man in the middle of the square playing the violin, and wonderfully well too. I sat down on the steps of the old town hall to listen to him.
Presently I became aware of a movement in the periphery of my vision. I looked to my right and saw that it was a woman who had just seated herself on the steps a short distance from me. She had brown hair drawn back to the back of her head and clasped with a hairclip. Her skin was slightly darker. Mediterranean, I decided. Italian or Spanish maybe. She was dressed in a dark green printed full-length dress, but which was sleeveless and held up by a pair of rather skimpy shoulder straps. In profile, her eyes seemed large and her mouth wide and full.
I studied her covertly. She seemed very slim, thin almost, and I could make out the tendons on her brown arms. I wondered how old she was. She had that kind of very thin arresting beauty that makes an older woman look very sexy. Just then she got up and started down the steps.
It was then that I completely forgot about the violinist. Her dress seemed to be made of some stretch material, although it was not transparent at all, and it molded itself tightly around her hips. Her figure was as slim or thin that it had appeared to be the first time I saw her, but it was her ass that grabbed my attention. It was firm and jutting, almost muscular, like a long distance runner's. The tight dress outlined the cheeks clearly, and I could see no distinct panty lines. My cock gave a jump as I saw her. I needed to grab that ass in my palms, needed to feel my belly banging against those jutting cheeks.
Then, to my consternation, I saw that she had crossed the square only to seat herself on a bench next to a man and a young boy. There goes my luck, I thought, obviously her husband and son. She lit up a cigarette and all of us sat there listening to the violinist.
As he finished the piece, the man and boy got up and started walking away. She remained where she was, still smoking her cigarette. My heart began to beat faster. Perhaps this would be my lucky day after all. I sat there looking steadily at her. She glanced my way a couple of times but gave no indication that she had noticed me at all.
She finished her cigarette, got up and started walking towards the river. I rose to my feet and began following her. I must have been about fifty yards behind her to start with. She seemed in no great hurry, and I had soon caught up to about ten feet behind her. My eyes were fixed on that gorgeous ass. She swayed her hips beautifully as she walked and the jutting cheeks moved perfectly in rhythm. No quivering of excess flesh. Not even one extra gram there.
She stopped at the road running next to the river, waiting for the light to turn green. I drew level with her, next to her, and took a good look at her. Her breasts were small, but firm and upstanding. Her figure was thin, absolutely spare, yet clearly graceful and strong. The bare arms were thin, but muscular. She was like a beautiful sleek animal. Something feline, a cat or cheetah maybe. The bone structure of the face was stunningly well defined, not the kind of face one forgets easily. The skin was tight over the high cheekbones, giving it a look just short of gaunt. I would have loved to photograph her in black and white. The hair was thick, drawn back tightly from a forehead that have her face a heart shaped appearance.
The light changed and we crossed the road. We had arrived at the footbridge that spans the river in the center of Frankfurt. I followed her up the steps to the bridge. She stopped about ten yards across the bridge and leant against the railing admiring the magnificent view. I took a deep breath and stopped just beyond her, apparently aimlessly looking at view as well.
We stood there for some seconds, and then I turned and gave her a direct look. I smiled at her as her eyes crossed mine. She gave a small smile in return and went back to her contemplation of the view.
I was wondering how to take it on from there, if there was anything to take on at all. She took the decision out of my hands by suddenly speaking to me.
"Koennen Sie.." her German was halting.
"I'm sorry, I'm new here." I smiled. "Do you speak English?"
"Yes, of course." she said with relief. Her accent sounded like she was Spanish. "I wanted to request you, would you take a photograph of me using my camera?"
"Certainly." I replied, and she fished out a small instant camera from her bag.
She posed against a backdrop of the church across the river. The blue sky and quiet waters of the river completed a memorable vista. I clicked the shutter and handed the camera back to her.
"Thank you." she said.
"My pleasure." I replied. " A lovely scene for such a beautiful woman."
She flashed a wide, really outstanding smile at me and turned round and continued down the bridge. I followed her, my blood racing. I had to do it. Now.
On the steps of the bridge on the other side, I said, " Excuse me".
She turned round, inquiry in her eyes.
" I hope you don't mind my speaking to you like this," I said "but I'm also a visitor here. I just wanted to ask you if you would like to maybe have a cup of coffee with me. I know it sounds strange, but I would be really happy if we could."
