I never had any interest in German men, but my German friend Dagmar had fucked a fair number of good ones so I figured they couldn't all be bad. On my current rampage of international fucking, I figured one German should at least be added to the mix. After all, I had spent two weeks in Frankfurt and hadn't fucked once.
Carme and I went out with my new Costa Rican friend Jeffrey, who was hot but married, and his Mozambican friend Manuel to a fairly cool German bar. When we first walked in, people were self-consciously standing around and no one was dancing.
I was on the prowl as usual, doing laps around the place looking for a decent guy to fuck. Most of the guys were yuppy-looking with glasses, in dressed down suits—so not my type. I couldn't seem to find any cute guys, which meant I kept coming back to Jeffrey and dancing with him flirtatiously, which he responded to. By three, however, Jeffrey had left with his friend. I was still on the prowl and had tried unsuccessfully to make contact with the only cute guy in the place. I noticed a ring on his finger shortly after I asked him for a light that he coldly gave me.
As I was beside the stage dancing, I noticed a cute girl on the stage, dancing rather seductively with a guy. We smiled at each other and she extended her hand, inviting me to dance on stage with her. I accepted. Soon, she had left the guy completely and danced with me. But it was the usual thing that always happens to me with women. I don't know if this is fun or flirtatious. If it is flirtatious I don't know what the boundaries are. Is it acceptable to run my hand on her side, like I do with a guy, how close can I dance to her? I always worry I am somehow going to blow it. I feel like the salivating guy that watches too many porn flicks cause he can't get girls and when one finally pays attention to him, he gets dog-like and fucks it up.
We were dancing together, but not too close, then apart. We would each do our own thing for a bit, periodically smiling at each other. At times she would gently grab my side. I grazed my hand across her leg and back at times. The tall guy I had forgotten about came over to talk to me. We stopped dancing.
A tall German guy I had spotted earlier was now showing interest. He came over and started dancing with me and was very touchy feely. At some point he asked for a kiss. I obliged without too much fight but gave just a bit of resistance so I didn't seem too easy. He surprised me in that he was a better kisser than I thought.
I spotted the girl again and went over to dance with her. We started talking a little and I learned she was Portuguese but had been in Germany for five years. She was with two apparent friends and her sister who were all being fairly protective of her and had little interest in meeting me. It was clear she was drunk when we were dancing as she stumbled a few times on her turns. She asked me if I liked dancing cause she loved to dance. The tall German guy came over again and I was swallowed by him for a few moments, but then I saw the girl again and shifted my focus.
We did the same routine we had done on stage, dancing sort of together then apart. Her friend came over and danced very close by, eyeing me suspiciously. Then the girl came up behind me very close. I ran both hands up her side lightly. She kissed my neck. I leaned back and our lips brushed.
"I have to go to the bathroom, come with me," I said and grabbed her hand.
As we approached the bathroom, I noticed a door just beyond it and decided to see where it led. To my surprise, it was a small lounge area that no one seemed to know about it. It was lit by black lights and had a few couches and armchairs. As we entered, I realized I had no idea what to do when we got there. Should I kiss her or just sit on a couch? Should I tell her directly I want to kiss her and see how she responds? She resolved the problem for me. As the door was closing behind us, she pushed me up against the wall and collapsed her body onto mine. She started kissing me, slowly and seductively. It was soft but passionate.
I was surprised by her initiative because she was so much tinier than me and here she was throwing me against the wall. I had a cerebral moment of wondering what was acceptable, what was not. She resolved my uncertainty when she took off my shirt within two seconds and had my tits in her mouth. There were going to be no boundaries I quickly learned. I followed her lead and removed her tight white tank top, and unhooked her bra that clipped in the front. As the bra fell back, I discovered she had the most perfectly round, slightly more than a handful sized tits, and a narrow stomach with zero fat on it. Her tits were simply gorgeous and as I kissed them she breathed heavily telling me it felt good.
I started kissing her down her stomach, then her legs and inner thighs. She was standing, her back pressed against the wall with me on my knees. I teased all around her underwear until she ripped her underwear off and I started licking her completely shaved pussy. Her pussy was petite and presentable, somewhere between pink and olive toned. She was moaning extremely sexily and I was surprised that just my licking her pussy and listening to her moaning was about to make me cum. She hadn't even touched my pussy yet. I felt like I could lick her pussy forever, it was almost tasteless, a tinge of sweetness. As I kept licking, I could taste her wetness in my mouth and her pussy juice was getting all around my mouth. The more I licked, the sweeter she tasted. I was almost disappointed when she began moving her pelvis in quick thrusts against my mouth, moaning louder until she came. I wanted my tongue to keep exploring every inch of her pussy and to continue making her moan for eternity.
After orgasm, she grabbed for my pants and pulled them down. She edged off my underwear and started licking me. My legs were quickly turning to jelly, I couldn't physically handle how good it felt. I still had the taste of her pussy on my mouth and lips and kept licking around my lips to taste her. I grabbed her by the hand and led her to one of the leather couches, where I lied back, and she knelt between my legs on the floor and introduced my pussy to the most skillful oral sex I've ever received.
Her tongue was pillow soft but the delivery was massage-like. My pussy had never experienced such expertise before. The softness of it drove me mad. I wanted more of her but was already so close to cumming with so little touch of her tongue and mouth. I felt like I could orgasm within seconds and tried to hold out for longer. I didn't want to seem inexperienced, like a 15-year-old boy who had just seen a vagina for the first time.
