During the summer of 1987 I was 23 years old, serving with the British army in Germany, and I was going through a crisis. Looking back the crisis wasn't so severe. I was in the twilight zone of having a normal life one day, and a totally changed existence the next.
I'd inherited a large sum of money. It was a sum large enough to mean that I didn't need to work ever again. I could just take off and pay no heed to my job or anything whatsoever. I was free to do whatever I wanted, but by the same token that freedom also took away my anchor, the compass I steered by, and it would take a bit of adjustment.
My newfound wealth set me free on one hand, but took away the very bedrock of my security on the other. I thought that I could carry on living my life in spite of the change in my circumstances, but the reality turned out to be different to my imaginings.
I kept myself together until one Friday afternoon, but when my unit finished for the weekend at 12:30 I climbed into my new campervan and set off down the German autobahn. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I just needed to get away for a while to try and sort things out in my head.
I drove for about an hour before I stopped at a petrol station on the route 2 just before Dortmund. I filled the van with fuel and went into the kiosk to pay the bill. On the way out I almost bumped into an elegant lady who was just entering. I judged her to be in her late thirties, or early forties. She was very well made up, her face was rather severe, but very attractive all the same. Her dark, wavy hair was immaculately set. She was very well maintained, and as far as I could see her body was tight and fit, with her blouse failing to disguise her full, well formed breasts and firm stomach. Her short leather skirt showed off her slim, shapely legs, and her calves were taut due to her high heeled shoes.
The woman apologised for almost bumping into me and she gave me a warm smile when she squeezed past me, her generous bosom brushing my chest. I climbed back into the cab of the camper and set off on my journey to nowhere in particular. A few miles down the road I decided to pull in for a bit of a break. I wanted to stretch my legs properly, and take a few moments to reflect upon where I was heading for the night.
I pulled into the next parkplatz and parked the large vehicle quite a way from the road. It was late in the evening and the summer sun was only just slipping down low in the summer sky. At first there were a few cars in the parkplatz, but as time went on they disappeared one by one, until finally my van was the only vehicle left.
I was just about to batten down the hatches and take a short snooze when I watched a large Mercedes with darkened windows pull into the rest area. The anonymous automobile glided into place, and its purring engine fell quiet instantly. There was no apparent movement from inside the car, and it was impossible to see much anyway due to the darkened windows.. I had just lost interest, and was about to close my own door when the passenger door on the car swung open. I looked across with a degree of curiosity, and was surprised to see the same lady I had bumped into back at the petrol station.
The woman looked around briefly, and then after appearing to make some sort of decision, strutted confidently along the narrow path that ran the length of the parking area. She seemed to be expecting someone, and it looked as though she'd been stood up.
The woman walked the length of the parkplatz from end to end. Several cars came and went, but she ignored them all. I saw a few of the male drivers paying some attention to the attractive, mature woman as she walked along the path, but none approached her. Just as night began to fall I closed the door to my van and thought about what I was going to eat that night. It was only a few moments later before I heard a tapping at the door of the van, and when I opened it the sexy woman stood looking up at me expectantly.
'Guten abend,' she said, treating me to a smile and a view of her generous cleavage. She'd undone several of the top buttons on the blouse, and I could plainly see the jiggling upper slopes of her tanned breasts as he woman moved from one foot to the other.
'Hi,' I replied, more than a little surprised. 'Ich bin ein Englander.' I tried my best German and told her I was from England.
'Ja?' she replied. 'Englander? Das ist gut.'
My limited command of the German language was exhausted at that point, and all I could do was to smile stupidly at my guest. The woman indicated that she wanted me to follow her. She seemed keen for me to follow her out into the parkplatz, and I was naturally reticent. What reason could she have for enticing me out into the darkening night? She looked like a common tart in spite of the car she was travelling in. I was very aware that this could be a scam, and that she could be part of a gang that was intent upon robbing me of my van.
'Bitte; mit mir commen,' the woman insisted. She walked a short distance away and I decided to follow. I locked the door to my van behind me and walked over to where the woman waited. She took hold of my hand, and with a smile led me over to the car she'd arrived in.
A man heaved himself into view, pulling himself out of the driver's door of the car. He was a big, burly bloke, but made definite signs that he meant no harm. He smiled and waved, and rather bizarrely, waved a camera in the air.
I looked at the woman and she smiled at me too. She chattered away in German to the man, and I assumed that she was explaining my lack of understanding of their native tongue. The woman winked at me and moved slowly over to where I was stood. I stood quietly, intrigued by what was going on. The woman came to me and boldly took hold of my arm. She looked at the man that was with her, and then up at me. She smiled again and took hold of the hem of her short, leather skirt and pulled it up high over her thighs.
The woman pulled her tiny skirt high up over her hips, she wasn't wearing any underwear and I could plainly see her pretty, trimmed pussy. 'Ich bin Anja,' the woman grinned as she flashed her sex to me. I looked across to the man who accompanied her, and he just grinned at me saying, 'Gut? β¦Gut, ja? Bitteβ¦ mein frau.'
It appeared that the Anja was inviting me to help myself, and that the man with her, her husband or whatever, was encouraging me. It took me a little time to comprehend what the deal was here. What was this kinky duo up too? Anja was a very attractive woman who oozed sexuality. It was slowly becoming obvious to me that she was dressed provocatively for a reason, and that reason was so that she could entice men into sex in public places. The presence of the camera in her companion's hand meant that they also intended to record any action for posterity.
Well, I was young, free and single. I was independently wealthy, and apart from the Ministry Of Defence, I was beholden to no one. If this couple wanted some fun with me, why the hell not I decided.