This story is based on my recollection of my relationship with an older gentleman. It began when I was a young soldier stationed in Germany in the 1970's and befriended a German gentleman named Gebhard. Part one of the series takes the reader through my sexual and fetish awakening with Gebhard. From Part one:
... We laid beside each other, and he took a few minutes to catch his breath. I wanted to continue to lay there without a word being said. I liked the feeling of warm cum leaking back out after a man withdraws his shaft. But that was not going to happen. As I gathered my thoughts, he was the first to speak.
"That was better than I ever imagined", Gebhard blurted, "Vielen Dank, Rose."
Somehow, not the response I expected from an otherwise eloquent man.
"I had a good day today Gebhard." I replied without thinking about it.
"We will have many more Rose, there is so much more I want to share with you."
I wasn't sure how I felt about it.
I just looked over at him. Deep down I knew I liked him, but at that moment that is not what I thought. Instead, I thought, 'He is an old man'. Very nice, very kind, very gentle...but an old man...and I just let him crawl on top of me and fuck me...and if he wants to do more, I will probably let him...
Part 2
... Embarrassed and humiliated, I returned to base that night feeling terrible about myself. Back in the barracks, I stood under a hot shower for longest time hoping to wash away the shame. I had had casual sex with men before that. But they were men at least close to my age and with whom I had some level of sexual attraction. Gebhard was neither of those things.
I stayed away from the schwimmbads for a few weeks after my experience with Gebhard. Why? Well for one thing as a young soldier stationed in Germany, I didn't control my time off. But there was also a more practical reason: Money. The schwimmbad was not exactly inexpensive and I needed to save my money to be able to afford to go. Like many soldiers, I would have to wait for payday to venture off base. Both excuses were more than enough to avoid dealing with my feelings about what happened with Gebhard.
I try to look past experiences I would rather not deal with. 'Just move on' was my mantra. So, I spent my off time reading in the day room, occasionally interacting with the few friends I had. The only daily reminder of Gebhard was my embrace of body hair. It had grown considerably since Gebhard mentioned his appreciation of body hair on women.
I knew my arm pit hair was talked about within the barracks. It didn't stop men from hitting on me though. There is, after all, no shortage of men on base. I wasn't up for a sexual relationship with any of the men anyway. The female soldiers in the barracks saw more of me- literally. They were more likely to ask me about it to my face and gossip about it behind my back. None of that made a difference me. 'I might go back to shaving one day', I thought at the time. But for now, I liked that I was doing something very few American women of the 1970's did.
As far as Gebhard, he was an old man in his 60's. A local German widower, he was so different than any 'friend' I ever had. I enjoyed our talks. I missed him. 'Did he miss me?' I wondered. I knew where he lived and I had his telephone number, so I did not have to go back to the schwimmbad just to see him. The real question of course is, what type of relationship, if any, did I want with him? The first time I met him we were sitting together naked in a sauna. But for many weeks we were simply schwimmbad friends and nothing more. I enjoyed my time with him. Until one evening at his home, I let him fuck me. 'Could we be just friends again?', I wondered.
Eventually I did go back to the bath house. The first time it was on Women's Day where I would have no chance of seeing Gebhard. There were two sides to this schwimmbad: The nude side, and what I called the prude side. I always went into the nude side. The first area you walk into is kind of an open locker area where you can get undressed and put away your clothes and personal items. Normally both men and women share this room, but one day each week the entire place is for women only. There are a few open shower stalls in this area, and throughout the facility. None of them have curtains and normally there are a couple shower heads per stall.
The locker area opens to the whole nude side facility where you will find everything from saunas, to steam rooms, multiple pools sitting areas, a food area and much more. We also have our own private outdoor area. It is a wonderful way to spend a day. I normally bring a good book and enjoy reading in between luxuriating in these baths. It is much quieter than one would think. Conversations are normally in an 'indoor voice' as we were told when we were young. And one sitting area is specifically for no talking at all- which for some is nap time. Of course, my German was very limited back then, so it suited me just fine.
I think it would be cool to come with some of the girls from the barracks, but it was rare for Americans to come here. So far, I hadn't run into anyone I knew. Most of my fellow soldiers rarely ventured off base. I couldn't understand that.
As far as I could tell, nudity alone was not a sexual thing for the folks that came here. But I enjoy people watching. Just observing people doing ordinary daily things- except they were doing them in the nude. Of course, many of them probably look better with clothes on.
I was comfortable naked, but I also took notice of the women and men I found attractive. Gebhard was not particularly attractive, especially naked, but I still liked him. So, I eventually did go back to enjoying the schwimmbad on regular days when both men and women were there. I went early in the day: In the event Gebhard was already there I didn't want to have to make the awkward choice of deliberately choosing a seat away from him. It turned out I was needlessly worried: Gebhard was not to be seen.
After what seemed like several weeks, I decided to go town. This was not a simple matter for someone without a car. The easiest way was to walk to the front gate and wait at the bus station off post- then take the bus to downtown and walk from that bus stop to Gerhard's house. Gebhard once offered to pick me up, but I never seriously considered that.
The town was quite small, but I had been there many times. My favorite place was the bakery and I stopped there first to get some goodies to bring back to the barracks. I also enjoyed the local Gausthaus, which is kind of like a combination tavern, restaurant, and hotel. If it had been later in the day, it would have been a good bet Gebhard would be there. But something made me walk to his house instead.
It was late afternoon when I arrived at Gebhard's home. I rang the doorbell and waited, not sure exactly what I was doing. Feeling foolish I was just about to turn around and leave when I heard him coming to the door. Suddenly the door swung open and Gebhard stood before me. He was dressed up nice and it occurred to me he was probably heading out someplace.
"Rose, my Busenfreundin," he greeted with a big old smile on his friend. "It is good to see you".
"Well, I brought some goodies from the Bäckerei for us to share....but if your busy..."
"Ahh, Rose you know my weakness. I am sure these are even better than the schwimmbad fare, please come in."
Remembering, I took off my shoes as we entered the house.
"So, what chores did you want me to do?" I asked.
"Chores?", He inquired.
"Last time I was here you said there were many chores in the Garden".
He laughed. "Well to start with we have to water my garden out back and we have to clean out the aviary." He offered.
He had shown me his backyard the first time I visited. He called the backyard his garden. It was very private with a stucco side wall around the perimeter and not much bigger than tennis court. It was an odd mixture of vegetable and flower gardens along one side, a grapevine arbor along the back and a bird aviary along the other side and a small patch of grass in the center. I found it odd that there was no furniture of any kind. We had not spent very long out there on my first visit, so I was anxious to get a better look.
We put my bags in the kitchen and walked to the back door.
"I would be happy to work out there, Gebhard, but I didn't bring any work clothes."