He sat quietly sipping his beer in the cool evening air. Well fed, and slightly drunk, he watched the busy crowd. Catching his attention, he watched the perfect figure of a waitress as she moved gracefully between the crowded tables. His eyes followed the yellow embroidered back pockets of her tight jeans, as she disappeared into the back.
Looking around, he examined the tiny local beer garden, complete with empty kegs, multi-color festoon lighting, and various potted flowers. A slate sign proclaimed various events in colorful chalk. A flag flapped overhead. Somewhere unseen, dishes clanked.
His gaze met hers briefly as she returned from the kitchen. He felt a momentary thrill as she walked by and brushed him with her thigh.
"Very cute," he thought to himself, lost in thought.
He was almost startled as he suddenly realized she was standing next to him. He looked up, and studied her face carefully. Unable to speak a word of German, he replied to her raised eyebrow by nodding his head. He watched her walk away, studying the ample sway of her hips.
The night passed quickly as he drank, and a damp coolness surrounded him. He watched, as though in time lapse, as the tables began to empty. Suffering from jet lag, and not eager to return to his quiet hotel room, he sat nursing his final beer, wishing he were somewhere more familiar. He listened to the familiar sizzle as he held the flame to the tip of his last cigarette and took a slow drag. The sound of wet tires on cobblestone faded, somewhere behind the tall perimeter hedge. Soon, the overhead lights flicked out, signalling the end of the evening.
Now the only patron, he watched in curiosity as she carefully cleaned the tables. Her hands made slow, smooth circular motions across the wet tables. He studied her slim waist, as she stretched to reach each corner of the table. Her back to him, bent over a table, he unabashedly imagined her naked. Much to his momentary enjoyment, she turned and slowly approached him, a slight smile on her delicate lips. She habitually folded up the damp white rag as she walked, wiping her hands unconsciously.
Placing his hand over his stein, she nodded in understanding, and hesitated, standing still, watching him. He stared back at her, his eye wide, wanting to see the most of her in the dim light. He felt his pulse quicken as he struggled to conceal a grin. Thinking quickly, he shook his empty cigarette pack. She knowingly waved at him to come.
Following closely behind her, he studied the curve of her neck. He watched as her cute black hair swayed in rhythm with her hips. He caught a slight scent of her perfume as they walked past the booths. He followed her slim figure into the alcove. The dim yellow glow of the vending machine was the only illumination in the dark alcove. He watched as she battled with the machine, wishing intensely that he knew how to speak German. He fumbled with a few word he had learned long ago, and quickly realized he was confusing matters.
Her task complete, she walked to him, standing very close. She stared into his eyes, and very slowly removed the cellophane from the pack. The crinkling noise filled the alcove, as he stared. He nodded a thank you, and carefully took the pack from her hand, their fingers brushing. She did not move. We watched her for what seemed like an eternity, desire welling inside him.
He raised his arm slowly, so as no to alarm her, and gently slid the back of his fingers across her cheek. He watched as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. Encouraged, he carefully traced the delicate features of her beautiful face. His fingers gently played in the hair on the back of her neck. She opened her eyes.
He leaned to her, and slowly brushed her lips with his. She felt his warm breath on her lips. They kissed.
She opened her mouth slowly, his warm tongue on hers. His strong arms envelope her waist. They kissed passionately, stumbling together, their hands sliding on each other. He gently bit her lower lip, and released it. She slid her hand down his waist, and rubbed the outline of his growing member through his jeans. She felt him moan in her mouth.
His held her tightly, as he backed her against the wall. He pressed against her, lacing his fingers in hers, raising her hands over her head. His open mouth on her neck, she felt the warmth of his saliva on her skin. She tilted her head back, enjoying the feel of his teeth. They groped each other, feeling each other curves and features. She reached down, searching for his zipper. Her hand slid into his jeans, into his underwear. He felt her warm palm on his member, gripping it firmly. She rubbed him firmly. She slid her hand down his long shaft.
