Each part of this story has quite distinctive erotic characteristics. While the chapters can be read and, hopefully, enjoyed in isolation, they are meant to be part of an evolving and complex whole. I hope you will take the time to read them as intended.
I await, as always with thanks, your comments and evaluation.
With Regards, Benultimo.
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The first Saturday after Nils had returned to his job in Queensland, I saw Gertrud again. I had made an early night and was in bed reading when there was a knock on my door. It was Josef, in the company of Ingeborg, and Gertrud. They planned to go to the Austrian Club and wanted me to come along. I refused, but they tried at length to get me to come.
Gertrud had sat down on my bed and said little. Finally, Josef gave up trying to talk me into coming with them. He and Ingeborg turned to leave. Gertrud, however, remained seated. Averting her eyes from us three, her voice low, she said: -
"You two go, I'll follow. I stay awhile with Fred."
Ingeborg, with a mischievous grin, skipped up to the bed. Shouldering Gertrud aside she gave me a hug and a kiss: -
"Well, you two. Behave!"
She was still chuckling as they closed the door behind them. Ingeborg was naughty; there had been, I thought, even a bit of tongue in her kiss.
Gertrud had obviously decided that there would be no awkward beginning. She bent forward, offering herself to be embraced. I took her in my arms, and we kissed. Hers was not a gentle question but an unashamed continuance of our lust-filled night, charged with sex and longing. It became a long, telling-all kiss. Then Gertrud slipped a hand under my blanket onto my thigh. Smiling, just slightly blushing, she asked: -
"Should I join you under there? ... Only if I'm wanted?"
With lust stirring, I wanted to shout, Yes! Instead, I decided to pretend a lack of interest. I put my head back on the pillow and said: -
"Well then, shouldn't you get undressed first?"
Gertrud suppressed a smile, feigning reluctance. She hesitated a moment in token protest like a naughty child, then bent down to slip off her shoes. When Gertrud stood up, lightly swaying her hips, she kept herself just, but only just, out of my reach. With her head now held high, she started to strip; to my delight in a surprisingly knowing, sexily teasing way. It was a striptease she seemed to have planned and practised.
Gertrud was dressed to go out. First, she slipped her dress slowly over her head. Then she turned; slowly, twice, three times. It was a deliberately wanton display of showing off the enticing contours of her breasts. She wore a girdle; it stretched over Gertrud's womanly hips, framing and highlighting the triangle on show through her panties' lace. Gertrud's eyes never left mine. She wanted me to look, to admire, to lust for her.
And Gertrud granted me not only what seemed a long time to look but had inched closer. She reached down to unhook the nylons from her girdle. Turning her back on me, she bent forward to slowly roll the stockings down. I could have touched then her ass but desisted. Straightening up, Gertrud wriggled out of her girdle and then, slowly, pulled down her panties. By then, the blanket covering me had formed a tent. As on our first night, Gertrud turned away to unclasp her bra. Now, stripped bare but arms crossed over her, I knew, lovely breasts she was ready to join me in bed.
When I swung back the cover in welcome, Gertrud saw the effect her strip had produced. As she stopped and stared at my bulging-up pyjama pants, she burst into a peal of delighted laughter. Still covering her breasts from view, she nodded at my hard-on: -
"I see. It really worked. I am glad it did."
Then she slid into bed and embraced me tightly. Avoiding her searching mouth, I asked: -
"Did you practise this striptease in front of the mirror?"
I left the implied 'Just for me?' unsaid. Gertrud grinned: instead of answering, she mumbled something about "unfair" and began busying herself to strip me of my pyjamas.
It was an entirely different woman from the one I had initially met, and even from the one of our first night. In our opportunistic first sexual tryst I had, by chance, persuaded Gertrud to set temporarily aside her reservations. Her taking charge tonight was, however, I sensed, for her totally new. It was not the action of an experienced woman of twenty-five with me as her younger, supposedly less experienced partner. Not that I would have minded. I had been loved by and had loved sexually mature women that were much more experienced than I.
With Gertrud, I only sensed it then, it was different. Her's was not the taking charge of a sexually mature woman. It was more a stealthily seeking out the hitherto unknown pleasures of uninhibited sex. It was something that she had not done before. And meeting me allowed it to happen. She found me attractive and, while younger, sexually much more experienced than her. Most importantly, as both of us were engaged, our meeting was no more than a short-term sexual adventure. As such, it was no threat to her life-plans and engagement and could be safely enjoyed.
On this second night with Gertrud, our love-making did become raunchily enjoyable. I could now make love to her without inhibitions. Gertrud had openly admitted what she wanted from me. After an unpromising beginning, our first night together had whetted her appetite for an untrammelled sexual affair. And Gertrud was determined to be, with younger me, unafraid shameless.
Once she had stripped me of my pyjamas, she pressed her naked body hard against me. Our lips found each other for an almost unending kiss. It was kissing that became, especially on Gertrud's part, more and more hungry and demanding. My hands had slid down over her hips and closed over her ass, gripping and moulding her firm buttocks.
