Her name was Tatiana. I met her on a two-week excursion to Switzerland. She lived in the flat one floor below the one I was staying in during my vacation. Tatiana was a Russian beauty with short blond hair, blue eyes and an attractive, slim figure. In her mid-20's, she liked to wear tight fitting tops showing a well conditioned midriff and European-style jeans, low on her hips.
I first met Tatiana on my second day in the town of Brienz. I was on the balcony of my third floor flat, reading a book and enjoying the wonderful view of Lake Brienz. Tatiana's second floor flat extended in an L-shape on the vertical portion of the "L", while mine was on the horizontal base. I heard the door to her balcony open and spied this lovely woman walking out to take a seat on a bench. The balconies were both small and somewhat secluded from the buildings in our square, although the two across from us shared the same courtyard, our building was on slightly higher ground, thus we looked down into and above the other buildings, out to the lake. Tatiana's deck had a small, two seat bench with a striped pad, a small end table and an ashtray. As I discovered, she used this area to relax with a cigarette, coffee and a great view of a beautiful lake.
On our first meeting, we nodded a polite "hello" and went about our business. I knew little German and thus felt awkward with more than simple greetings to any of the locals. As she stretched back on her bench and lit a cigarette, my eyes were attracted to the flat stomach, which was exposed between a plain white halter-top and her jeans. Her breasts were neither small, nor large and, I would discover later, graced by large brown areolas. Her long legs supported what was likely a 5' 8" frame. Her bare feet extended out through the bars in the fence of her balcony. As I mentally undressed her, my eyes roamed up to her face and met her gaze back at mine. Embarrassed, I smiled again and went back to my book. After about 15 minutes, she went back inside. I was hooked. Every spare minute I had, I was back out on my balcony, either with a book or just to gaze at the lake. I was not disappointed.
The fourth afternoon of my visit, I returned from a swim in the lake and wandered out to my balcony. Tatiana was stretched out again on her bench, this time in a white bikini with red polka dots. As I greeted her again, I was pleased to hear her response in English. Encouraged to discover she spoke a little English, we had a brief chat about where we were from, what brought me to Switzerland (she was living there) and the nice weather we were having. I took off my shirt (still in my suit from the lake) and sat down with my book; positioning myself to view her over the top of the pages I was not rushing to turn. She put out a cigarette, adjusted her sunglasses and leaned back to soak up some sun. After about 10 minutes, she rose, picked up the cushion from her bench and placed it along the concrete floor of the balcony. She disappeared inside her flat, giving me the first chance to note that her bikini was a thong, with two firm ass cheeks separated by a thing piece of white cloth. She returned with a towel, which she placed at the end of the cushion closest to my balcony. Stretching out on her cushion to give her back some sun, she reached back and untied both the neck and back strings of her top. My eyes took in what appeared to be a fully naked backside. Losing all interest in my book, I did my best not to stare.
I was startled to hear her broken English ask, "Do I bother you?"
"No" I stammered. "I am sorry for staring. You look....beautiful."
That brought a smile.
"I know we are a bit more, how would I say, undressed? At our beaches here in Europe," she said.
"Yes. I noticed that today at the lake." I replied. "I hope I don't bother you by being here?"
"No, not at all" she said with a laugh.
Then she rolled over on to her back and tossed her top up onto her bench. She rested her arms above her head and gave me a full view of her lovely breasts. I knew right then that I loved Europe.
I rested my book on my chest and just enjoyed the beautiful scenery, as well as the wonderful lake in the distance. After about 15 minutes, Tatiana sat up, placed the towel around her neck, picked up her top, replaced her cushion and slipped back inside with a smile. Soon I heard the sounds of a running shower through her windows. I knew I needed a cold one as well.
Later, as I was beginning to think about getting some dinner, I noticed the faint smell of cigarette smoke and knew that Tatiana was back out on her balcony. Grabbing a bottle of Chianti, I walked out my balcony door.
"I was just about to open this wine. Would you like to share it with me?" I offered.
Tatiana looked great. Her short hair almost dry from her shower and tousled as if hand dried. Her cheeks glowing, full of the impact of a day in the sun. Her outfit a casual one with a pullover red tank top and shorts.
"Sure", she said. "I'll open the back door."
The back door, it turned out, was halfway down the flight of my stairs at a landing. As I approached, it opened and Tatiana's smile appeared.
"Hi," she said with an outstretched hand. "I'm Tatiana."
"I'm Tom."
As we exchanged a fingertip handshake, it seemed a bit odd to introduce myself to the woman who was practically naked in front of me earlier in the day. She offered me a seat at her kitchen table and fetched a corkscrew from a drawer. She then took out a half a wheel of cheese and a round loaf of bread.
"Shall we have dinner?" she asked with that killer smile.
"Sounds great to me!"
Our conversation flowed freely over the next couple hours. My bottle of wine was followed by one of hers. We ate most of the cheese and all of the bread. We discovered each other with laughs and her light touches on my arms and shoulders. She would toss her blond hair back and stroke my forearm with her fingers as she laughed. Tatiana was from Russia. She was 26. She moved to Zurich with her boyfriend 4 years ago. After they broke-up, she moved here, to Brienz, and has been living and working the past 18 months. Soon we emptied the second bottle of wine.
"Would you like to sit outside?" she asked.
"Sure" I replied, knowing she likely wanted a smoke.
She grabbed her cigarettes and took my hand as we walked outside to her bench. It was now sometime after 9pm and had become dark. The Swiss are not early to bed, so there was still activity in the surrounding buildings, but they are a respectful and private people. Since there were no lights on in my flat above us, we were in relative darkness on her bench. Tatiana
smoked. I finished my glass of wine and we both gazed at the darkening lake in the distance.
"May I tell you something?" she said, finally breaking our pleasant silence as she put out her cigarette.
"Sure."
