An Austrian Holiday

AN AUSTRIAN HOLIDAY

My name is Steve Turner and in my late 20's I was stationed in the Army in Germany in the late 1960's. I had decided to take a fishing holiday in Austria in May 1969 and had sent off for tourist brochures for all the regions and picked Vorarlberg where I found a small village with a stream.

There were no North/South motorways from the North of Germany except for those further to the West which meant driving down in a large arc with increased distance, so I drove down normal roads. I had to stay a night in Germany because I was unable to reach the border and needed somewhere for the night.

The next day, Sunday, I crossed into Austria and arrived at the small village I had chosen as my base for the next two weeks. I booked into a small hotel owned by a couple in their early 30's, Herr and Frau X. It was the quiet part of the year, between the winter sports months and the summer hiking months and I was the only guest.

I went and explored various sections of the local stream and that evening I asked the owner about the best places to fish but he was a skiing man and didn't know anything about fishing. After the evening meal I sat in the lounge and had a quiet pipe and drink and read one of the books I had brought.

As soon as I had acquired my fishing licence from the village administration office on the Monday, I started fishing. Each day I would fish in the morning but found that it was pointless some afternoons because snowmelt would totally discolour the water, so after lunch at the hotel I would take a drive around the area and visit other villages and towns. There wasn't much fly activity because the weather hadn't warmed up and so I decided to try with worm. The only problem was finding worms. I solved that by asking the wife "Would any of the local children find some worms for a small payment?" The next day, I had a can of good worms

After a couple of evenings sitting on my own, Herr X asked, "Would you like to come into our private part of the hotel as we would like to talk with you about your life and I can shut the hotel part and save on lighting?".

They introduced themselves as Hans and Siggi (Sieglinde) and being used to dealing with foreign skiers they both spoke good English and my German was reasonable and we had a relaxing evening while they provided the drinks. Siggi said "I like the smell of a pipe and I was to feel free to smoke it in their rooms as Hans likes the occasional cigar".

Hans was of a similar build to me with a serious manner and Siggi was the livelier, about 5ft 7inch with a good figure, neither slim nor chubby, and short black hair. I found them so much more open and warmer than the Germans I had met in Northern Germany and easier to talk to. After that evening, we continued using first names as opposed to the stiff German manner of using titles and surnames.

When I caught good trout Siggi made me clean them and would then cook them for me and if more than one they would eat them as well. Here was a lovely stream on their doorstep but it seems no-one bothered to fish- probably because they were all so busy working.

The weather was bad on some days with snow and sleet and on Wednesday morning at breakfast I was undecided what to do. Siggi sat down to have a chat and said "Today is our 'ruhetag' day. Our hotel will be closed for the day, providing only cold snacks at lunch and no evening meal but don't worry as you are the only guest, and I will provide an evening meal. Normally any guests would go to the other small hotel in the village and when they have their 'ruhetag', their guests would come to us. However, because now was almost a closed season the other hotel closed after the skiing ended and will not re-open until June. As I have the day off, I'm going over to Bregenz to do some shopping, but I must take the bus as Hans needs our car".

"What is the bus journey like?"

"It is slow, calls at every village on the route and the buses are infrequent."

I suggested "As I haven't been to Bregenz, would you like me to take you and I could explore the town while you do your shopping?"

"That's a good idea and I will pay for lunch." Hans was all for it as it meant that she would be back much earlier.

We set off in the rain and sleet and eventually arrived at Bregenz. It was very handy having Siggi directing me, and I didn't have to worry about taking any wrong road. She showed me the hotel where we would have lunch and we went our separate ways. I spent more time inside cafes having coffee than outside because of the cold but enjoyed the town. We met for lunch and Siggi had found everything she wanted. She was a very relaxing companion, and the time flew by.

When we left the hotel, we went to put her shopping in the car, and she asked, "Did you go down to the lakeside?" On hearing that I hadn't, she linked her arm in mine and said" I will drag you down there as you can't leave town until you have."

I was quite happy to be dragged and even in the bad weather the lake was beautiful, and it was even more enjoyable with her on my arm. I told her this and she laughed and gave me a quick kiss.

On the return journey we talked about various things, and I asked, "Are you planning on having a family?" She went all quiet and then started crying. I drove until I found a parking place, stopped and reaching across put my arms around her. In between her sobs she said, "We have been trying for a long time and are worried that we might never succeed." While I was holding her, I was trying to console her, gently kissing the back of her neck and stroking her back and when she quietened, she turned to face me and kissed me full on the lips. I returned the pleasure, and we were soon French kissing. After a few minutes we sat back up reluctantly, and I continued the drive. She had regained her composure by the time we got back and apologised for her outburst, thanked me for such a nice day and for being so considerate and kind.

That evening after dinner, I was asked into their rooms again and we chatted as usual with Hans wanting to know what I thought about Bregenz. I told him "I thoroughly enjoyed the town, and I was dragged down to the lake." and we all had a good laugh. Hans said "When Siggi has made up her mind there is no changing it."

At that point Siggi said "I have something to confess" and I thought she was going to say about us kissing. Fortunately, it was nothing to do with that. She said, "I mentioned about taking the bus because I hoped that you would take the hint and offer to take me!" What a little schemer!

They wanted me to tell them about the countries I had visited and Siggi said "We don't think you are married but do you have a girlfriend?" I told them about having had a German girlfriend but found the formality with her parents so restrictive and, after going out with her for over a year, they still called me Herr Turner and I called them Herr and Frau. In the end it was too much, and we broke up the previous Christmas.

Hans said that "There is a concert in the village hall on Saturday evening, would you like to come with us?"? I regularly attended classical concerts in the town where I was based and thought this would be interesting. It turned out to be the local brass band with all oompah-oompah music. The place was packed, and we managed to get seats on one of the long tables where I was sitting tight between Hans and Siggi. I was introduced to their neighbours and one of them asked "Are you 'the worm man'?" The ice was broken as they said, "Our children thought that only an Englishman would pay them for worms." A very lively evening with everyone drinking and singing and Hans not letting me pay for any drinks. When we parted back at the hotel, Siggi gave me a hug and a kiss and Hans patted me on my shoulder.

On Sunday evening I was asked to their rooms again. When I had seen them occasionally during that day, they both seemed preoccupied. After a large schnapps they said, "We have something we want to discuss with you and hope that you won't be offended?"

Hans said " I know Siggi has told you about wanting a family and that so far, we have been unsuccessful and how kind you were with her when she was crying. We both, but especially Siggi, have found it very hard when other wives in the village have no problem becoming pregnant. Several months ago, we went to a private clinic in a large town and had tests. The results showed that I have a very low sperm count and normal insemination is unlikely. In order to have a family we would have to either use donor sperm or adopt. We have been carefully observing you and your behaviour since your arrival and are impressed with your calm contented manner. Siggi thinks that you are attracted to her and vice versa. Would you consider helping us to try and have a child? You are single, the same build as me with the same eye colour and whether it should be successful or not, it is unlikely that you will be visiting us again. What do you think? "

How could I not agree? I said "This is a bit of a shock, but I am more than willing however it should take place with warmth and feeling, not in an uncaring cold mechanical way. I am fit and free from any infection or hereditary disease. I think you Hans are very brave to agree such a plan and that you obviously have a very strong marriage."

When I had agreed Siggi came over and kissed me and started crying. "Not from sorrow" she said, "but with joy and hope". She said that "I am at mid-cycle and at my most fertile in the following days and suggest that we start without delay. I will go and have a shower and come to your room later." When I left them, Hans gripped me hard by the shoulder and said, "We are so grateful."

I went back to my room in a daze. What an unexpected offer. I had not been in bed very long when Siggi slipped into the room. She was wearing a light dressing gown which she removed, and underneath was wearing a short nightdress. I lifted the duvet and she jumped quickly into bed. We put our arms around each other, and I told her "We are not in a race, and you should relax, and we should be comfortable with each other before we go any further." I had left the light on, and I pulled the duvet back, got her to sit up and removed her nightdress. Her breasts were a very nice full shape with a slight droop and with dark small hard nipples. Her bush was jet black but trimmed, and her stomach was slightly rounded as opposed to flat and she had good legs. I was wearing a sarong and she lifted that up to carry out her inspection. I had risen to the occasion, and she was obviously satisfied with what she saw because after stroking it she gave it a kiss.

We agreed that if we were having a good meal, we would not order the main course before a starter and having French kissed for a time, I said, "It is time for the starter" and slid down her body kissing and sucking her nipples before slowly going down further, kissing all the way. When I got to her bush I got up and moved round to kneel in front of her between her legs. I gently prised open her damp fleshy lips and while lifting her legs started sucking and licking her hood until her tickler came out to play. I was also able to reach round under her legs and stroke her nipples. All the time I was doing this there was complete silence except for the occasional sigh until she started breathing quicker and her stomach began twitching and she started shuddering and gasping, coming with some noise. As she was starting to calm down, I pulled her up towards me and inserted my cock into her very moist centre. I slid in without any resistance and began slow long strokes at the same time rubbing her tickler. When I came, I pushed as deep as I could and held that position until I went soft and began to slip out. I grabbed a pillow and lifted her up to slide it under her backside and then lay down beside her, hugging and kissing her. After a while she said, "I thoroughly enjoyed everything, and I have made the right choice with you." I replied, "It was a fantastic experience for me and I'm looking forward to repeating it." She wanted to try again but thought we should wait for a couple of days in order to build up my sperm again. It was time for her to go back to Hans and she left with a final kiss.

The next morning Hans served breakfast and I was a little apprehensive, but I needn't have worried as he shook hands with me and thanked me for helping them. Siggi had told him that "You had been a gentleman and she had achieved complete satisfaction as well."

When I returned from fishing at lunchtime, I saw Siggi and she gave me a hug and a kiss and said "I am looking forward to our next cuddle." That evening I went to their rooms, and we relaxed and talked about many things.

On the Tuesday I fished as usual and had a drive in the afternoon. Siggi had asked "Can I visit you tonight?" and that evening after a drink in their rooms I went to bed and waited for her. This time she was more relaxed and stripped off before getting into bed. After a bout of kissing and cuddling, I asked "What position would you like to try?" She said that "I would like the same starter as before and after that I will leave it to you". She became aroused quicker this time and came with small cries. I got out of bed, stood at the end and got her to turn over and kneel away in front of me. She found that comfortable and, after I had slid into her, away we went and again I was able to reach under and stroke her breasts and tickler. I managed to get her to come again before me and then held myself inside as long as I could. She then lay down on her stomach under the duvet with a pillow underneath her hips with me alongside hugging her until she left.

The next day was fine and warm, and I decided that instead of going fishing I would take a break and try walking on a nearby mountain. Hans gave me a rucksack and Siggi gave me a small packed lunch and fruit drink. They had told me which path to take and that it was possible that the small hotel at the top had reopened after the winter so I might be able to get a hot drink. I climbed for several hours, stopping occasionally to admire the view and was sorry that I couldn't share it with anyone. Eventually I reached the snowline and walked gingerly across towards the hotel. It was not open and so I retraced my steps until I came to a dry sheltered space where I had lunch in the sun.

On returning to the hotel, they wanted to know how the walk had gone and whether the hotel was open. I told them all about my day but said "It is a good job that Siggi isn't planning to visit me as I am far too tired for anything." We all laughed and Siggi said "I am disappointed that you could think that I wouldn't be able to rouse you". That evening I went to their rooms, and we talked about me leaving on the Friday and so tomorrow night would be my last.

Thursday was spent fishing and that evening it didn't take me long to pack. I went to their rooms, and we had some more schnapps while talking about our hopes for the future then Siggi went off for a shower and I went to bed. It wasn't long before Siggi appeared and after stripping and getting to bed, she said "I have asked and Hans has agreed that as it is your last night, I can stay the night with you." We had all the time in the world.

I suggested a variation for the starter, and we adopted the 69 position before going back to the usual. We were used to each other's bodies, and it didn't take her long to come with little cries and shaking stomach. She then got onto her knees, and I entered her from behind and stroked her tickler until we both came. We lay in each other's arms and gently kissed and talked until, after some time, she reached down and started stroking my cock. When she had got it into an upright position, she said, "It is a pity to waste it" and climbing on top of me straddled me and inserted my cock into her wet centre. She rocked to and fro while I fondled and kissed her nipples and fingered her tickler. She came ahead of me and just dropped onto my chest, and we lay there getting our breath back. We eventually separated and fell asleep.

I was awoken by Siggi sucking my cock and daylight flooding the room. She said, "There is time for one more treatment and I would like the missionary position." Who was I to argue? So, finding she was already wet, (she had been fingering herself while sucking me), I mounted her, and we galloped away for a most enjoyable ride. Then it was time for her to go back to her normal life, so we said our goodbyes. It was quite emotional.

Breakfast was rather subdued and when I was ready to leave, we all sat down together and gave our views on what had happened. Hans said, "Although there was a slight feeling of jealousy, I am very pleased with the way we have all handled everything." Siggi said "I am so happy with our decision and choice of you." I said "I appreciate Hans's feelings, that it had been a privilege to try to help them and I would never forget them." We all hugged each other and hoped for success. When I registered at their hotel, I had given my address and I asked them to let me know if all went well which they promised to do. There was a slight argument about me paying for my stay, but I persuaded them that the business side was divorced from the personal side.

Before I left, I asked them "Can I take a photo of you?" and they stood at the main entrance with arms around each other. They then both hugged me, Siggi started crying, ran back inside and I drove off with plenty to think about on the long drive ahead.

In September that year I received a short card from them stating they were pleased that my fishing holiday had been so successful and in February 1970 they sent another card informing me that Siggi had given birth to a healthy boy, Sepp, who everybody said was very like Hans.

In April 1970 out of the blue they sent me a card asking if I was planning to visit Austria again and if so, they would be delighted to see me in September for a week between certain dates. Reading between the lines I reckoned that Siggi would have fully recovered from giving birth, would have weaned the child and would be mid cycle between those dates, ready for another round of personal treatment. I replied agreeing to go down there for those dates.

That September I drove down on a Saturday and there had been road/motorway improvements and I was able to cross into Austria and reach the village before nightfall. I walked into the hotel reception to find Hans behind the desk. There were other guests about and Hans was very formal, welcomed me back and, after registration, rang the bell on the counter. Siggi appeared and he asked her "Can you show Herr Turner up to his room?" On the way up the stairs, she said "We've allocated you a room on the top floor, away from the others, and hope that you will find it quiet and enjoyable." As I entered the room, she closed the door and flung herself into my arms and began kissing me. When she calmed down, she said "You have turned my dream into reality, and we can never thank you enough."

It didn't look as if she had put any weight on. They had decided that in the hotel area that they would be formal and treat me like another guest but in their rooms, it would be as relaxed as before.

As it was time for the evening meal, I joined the other guests downstairs, sitting at a table on my own, having said hello to the other guests. There were about a dozen staying there, mainly German couples and a Dutch family. Hans had taken on a couple of local girls to serve in the dining room and bar. During the meal Siggi walked round the tables chatting to the guests and asking what they had done that day. After the meal, I went into the lounge and had a quiet pipe and switched off after the long drive.