I have part of my family who live in Germany in one of the Suburbs of a city called Augsburg.
Since the passing of my grandmother a few years back, Mike and I have only visited this side of our family on a couple of occasions. The last time was over 2 years ago. We had decided to pay a visit to coincide with the Munich Oktoberfest, an annual Beer Festival held in Munich.
We stayed with one of my great aunts, and Mike and my male cousins had planned to travel to Munich for the beer festival staying over in a hotel for a couple of nights. I wasn't going to the Beer Festival and would instead be staying at my great aunts by myself.
The day before my cousin and Mike were due to head off to Munich, I went jogging in a local park. The weather was quite nice for the time of year and I had just worn a pair of my skin-tight lycra leggings, and a tight lycra bra top. I slowly jogged to the park that wasn't too far from my great aunts, and began doing laps around what was a small boating lake and wooded area.
During my first lap and on doing some stretches, I noticed a couple of old guys sitting on one of the park benches. I noticed them looking in my direction and chatting to each other which piqued my interest, as I thought this might be an opportunity for having some fun. With Mike and my cousins being away for a couple of nights, I knew I was going to get bored sitting in with my great aunt and had hoped I might find some extra cock on the visit.
I slowly jogged past the old men sitting on the park bench and smiled at them as I did so. They both said something to me in German smiling and waving at me as I ran past. I said good morning to them obviously with my heavy Scottish accent. They both smiled and I heard the word 'Englander' as I went past them.
I went halfway around the boating lake before turning and heading back towards my old admirers. As I got closer, they both smiled at me again and so I smiled back saying good morning to them once again. With this they beckoned me over and we began to have a little chat.
They asked me if I was on vacation from England and I told him that I was visiting family but was in fact from Scotland. They both laughed apologizing that it was difficult for them to tell accents and I told them not to be so silly as their English put me to shame.
Now I should say at this point I can speak a little bit of German, but I decided for some reason not to tell them this at this point.
In all honesty over the years I have begun to notice the different types of looks that I received from men. You can be out and about shopping or just going about your normal daily business and you will receive several classes of looks during the course of such days. Most are just polite hellos or if you catch someone's eye a reciprocal nod of the head to recognize that you have acknowledged each other. But I have certainly come to recognize the signs of more admiring and lecherous glances from men, and this was the vibe I was getting from my two old guys on the park bench.
As I was standing chatting to them, I was still moving, trying to make sure that I didn't stiffen up and they asked me if I was a keen keep fit fanatic. I chuckled in reply, saying no but I try to keep in shape now that I'm getting older, to which one of the guys said "Your shape looks absolutely perfect to me, so you don't have anything to worry about." Obviously, this was all being said with what was quite a heavy German accent and the English wasn't perfect from either of them, but even with my smattering of German, their English far outstripped what I could manage in a conversation.
I thanked them for the compliment and decided to see if I could tease them a little bit more. I asked them how often they came to the park and they said they came daily for a little bit of a constitutional walk before often heading off for some breakfast or later in the afternoon for a spot of lunch.
We introduced ourselves and they were both retired gentlemen. One was very thin and tall, with silver hair and a cheeky smile. I would have put him in his early 60s and he said his name was Franz. The other one was a slightly chubbier, shorter guy whose name was Helmut. I told them I was over with my husband but that he was heading off with some family members to the beer festival in Munich.
As I was chatting, I was doing some stretches and trying my best to give the guys good glimpses of my tits, in my tight lycra top, as I did so. My jogging leggings are very tight anyway and I could definitely feel the material slipping into my pussy, so I was pretty sure that a camel toe would have been on display for my old letches as well.
I bent over to do some stretches with my back turned to them for a few seconds trying to give the dirty old guys a good glimpse of my ass. After showing them my arse as best I could, I then said I was going to head off for another few-minutes around the lake and that I hoped to see them again as I passed by. They told me they were going to be sitting there for quite some time as they were enjoying the morning view.
The more forward one of the two, Helmut, was saying that I had certainly brightened up their morning as well. I smiled once again, winking at Helmut and saying a thank you for the compliment, as I slowly jogged off trying to listen to what the conversation was as I did so.
I absolutely heard the words "titten" and "arsch" mentioned and I knew the guys were chatting about the views that I had given them of my tits and of my ass, as I had bent over to do some stretches. This confirmed that these two guys at worst were a pair of old letches and hopefully at best a couple of willing older cocks, that I could get to grips with whilst Mike was away.
I did a full circuit around the boating lake this time and was building up quite a sweat and also quite a wet patch in my pussy area, from the thought of trying to tease these two old men and from potentially what fun I might be able to have with them.
As I approached them again, they waved at me and I waved back, this time blowing them a kiss, it just happened naturally I hadn't planned on doing it. Franz laughed, grabbing the kiss out of the air and touching it to his face and then blew me a kiss back. I pretended to catch it and held it to my lips.
I stopped once more to chat with the guys, this time standing a bit closer to them so they could get a real good look at my body. As I walked towards them slowly, I once again heard the German words for tits and ass being spoken between them and knew that I had a pair of randy old fuckers on my hands.
Once beside them I did some more stretches as we chatted making sure this time to really pull my Lycra leggings quite tight up around my crotch area. On looking down I could see that the front of my leggings had literally been eaten by my cunt. I had a clearly defined camel toe on display for them and was hoping that the dirty old fuckers were getting a thrill out of seeing me displaying myself to them in this wanton manner.