I have known Winny since the first day of engineering. We were the first two people at the bus stop but to say I was smitten wouldn't be right. She was charming, would laugh at the silliest jokes, had a very cute dimple and despite her short stature, had an extremely desirable body. There was little to not like about her but then again, I had grown up in an all-boys school and despite an insatiable desire to chase women, I lacked any kind of self confidence to remotely believe I could chase her down. Although we hit it off like a house on fire, I was too dumb to catch any signals she may have sent my way.
Four years of engineering brought many moments between us but those melted away in the dusts of my youth. There were so many more moments that I shared with my would-be wife that for the hopeless romantic in me, Winny may well have been just another face in the crowd. Life though, is strange that ways. It was distance that eventually brought us closer.
Winny had moved to Newcastle to pursue her masters while I was whiling my life away back home. I guess the amount of spare time I had at hand, made me the only person she could count on finding online at wee hours to have conversations with. One of my worst qualities has been the ability to get friend-zoned in the blink of an eye. I have had this nagging feeling for as long as I remember, that any girl I meet, puts me firmly in the friend-zone as soon as she lays her eyes on me. I suppose being thin as a stick (never mind the fact that I could run a half marathon in under 120 minutes), wearing spectacles, and ever being courteous and chivalrous are sign boards of trust-worthiness and friend-zonability. Once she had me established in the zone, our conversations would last late into the night as we discussed her life (oft her love life which nigh on most days was complicated). But in those late night conversations we did bond and of that bond, was borne an emotion of kinship that has lasted the tests of time.
We did meet the few times she visited home and there were some sparks but I was too naïve to ever make anything of them...a one woman man that I aspired to be. I did end up being that one woman man too. Well, at least till now.
After not being in touch with each other for many years, we finally met in Germany. She'd been working in Munich for a while and I was on a road trip with friends for the Oktoberfest. Another common friend in Germany was hosting me and the missus and consequently got me in touch with Winny. We had a rather awkward and significantly brief conversation and did not even discuss about catching up! Perhaps the fact that the missus was listening in brought in some level of unease and the conversation didn't flow. I did have her number again so maybe that was the positive that came of it!
The missus was tired and under the weather the first day so she had decided to hang back home with my friend's wife rather than accompany us to the Oktoberfest. Although I was in a fairly large group, without the wife around, I found the courage to text Winny. As the morn turned to noon, our conversation had bloomed too. A little less reticent than before, I asked Winny if she was coming to the fest. She said she was working and couldn't come to douse any fanciful flames my hopeful heart might have had. Still, the conversation did keep flowing and growing, meandering like a lazy river for a while before it suddenly took a turn for the rapids.
A few stray words and some light flirting later I asked her again if she would come and make my day. To my utter and genuine surprise, she agreed. Heartened by these developments I asked if she was gonna don a drindl and predictably, she swatted me away. When she did come though, she was dressed in a black drindl. Conservative as far as drindls go, but golly I hadn't expected that! This tale though, isn't about that day.
This then, is the summary of my relapse. In excruciating and elaborate detail as if it actually happened... The first day, despite my best efforts to be the gentleman, we'd ended up making out in one of the blue toilet boxes. We stopped short of full blown sex given our penchant for safe sex since there werent any condoms at hand (talk about being responsible even in the heat of the moment!)
After that day, we had promised we wouldn't meet or speak again till she was back visiting home again, maybe in December. I had been consumed with her thoughts though and after 2 weeks of shagging myself sore, I had promised myself I wouldn't think about her until she was back and we'd connected again. Somewhere deep within, I hoped I'd go back to being me and giving up all fantasies of her. All was well for a month. But then one night, my dreams got better of my reality. Quite excruciatingly so. Shorty, if you're reading this, don't move any further! We will meet again and wait for serendipity.
I was to meet her at the Oktoberfest again the next day. This time we met in the morning since it was a holiday for her. I met her at the station closest to where she lived and she was wearing a different drindl this time.
Not black and bold like the previous day but a white one and significantly more conservative. Her blouse was a button up blouse unlike the elastic version she had on the previous day, which had been easy to manipulate. Despite my fetish for unbuttoned shirts on gorgeous women, I have to admit I was disappointed. I am firmly a boobs man and cleavages are a particular weakness of mine. Her skirt ended just above her knee though in some measure of recompense.
Before I could complain though, she greeted me with a firm kiss on the lips. Sensing what was on my mind, and I suppose it isn't too difficult for women to guess what's on a man's mind most days, she said she'd undo one button for every hour we'd spend together! It was 1030 in the morn when we met and she said she had time till about lunch time which gave us about 4 hours...
There were 3 buttons that I could see though and when I did the math, I pointed it out...she just smiled and said "We'll see how that works out!" and winked giving me that dimpled smile to further give my heart flutters.
We walked hand in hand and on the train we were inseparable...it felt like teenage love as if we were making up for all we may have shared in our early 20s...I smelled her hair deeply and felt the contours of her hand in mine. The gameplay our fingers were engaged in told us both what our bodies were looking forward to. The anticipation of knowing we would perhaps make love at the end of the day was going to make the hours leading up to it as memorable as can be. The train ride didn't seem to last too long and we were walking down to the fest soon. We headed to a tent and as soon as we were passing the scene of the previous day's crime, I deliberately looked in the direction and she just squeezed my hand and dragged me away.
"Haha...just because you got lucky yesterday, doesn't mean you're gonna get lucky today too!" she teased.
"Awww" was all I could manage in response. I am sure the disappointment was writ large on my face...
I squeezed her hand back and to save face in the most gallant tone I could manage said "I'll be just as happy to have spent the whole day with you even if I didn't get in your pants!"
She just said "Liar!!" and we walked in to the tent.
