This story was founded on half remembered dream fragments, fueled, I suspect, by memories of fantasies shared and whispered to each other during recent love making. Somehow all of these ingredients got jumbled up in my dream and are combined with happy memories of my very lovely girl dressed in her Dirndl at an Oktoberfest a few years back.
We decided therefore, that while touring Germany in late Summer, that a trip to a real Oktoberfest tent was not to be missed and made sure to book a couple of nights at a suitable Bavarian hotel.
We had been discussing the event with some excitement during the day, while exploring the sites around Munich and were now back in the hotel getting ready. I didn't take long and was already sat on the hotel bed, watching as you went around the room slowly turning yourself into the sauciest dirndl wearing maid you could be.
I love looking at you go about your day, the sight of you always makes me smile and when it so happens that you are emerging from the shower in a fluffy hotel towel, the effect is compounded and intoxicating. Eventually dried off, you discarded the towel scruffily over the nearest chair and went about choosing your underwear.
You are quite a delicious sight at 5'2'', with beautifully proportioned curves in all the right places. I always wish you could see yourself through my eyes, the delightful way your long dark hair tumbles on your shoulders, the perfect roundness of your face, a faint mischief in your smile and deep brown eyes that dance when you look at me.
Then, when you are naked, like now, the curves of your legs, your hourglass figure and the perfect size and shape of your breasts, firm yet so soft to touch, pert brown nipples jutting ever skyward. I lay there, watching and smiling as, making sure you had my attention, you slowly and deliberately slipped on your knickers, while I marveled to myself that I am a very lucky man.
Slowly everything comes together and after some adjustment, you are happy with the fit of your dirndl and the look of your two beautiful long pigtails. I had momentary visions of using them to pull back your head as you knelt before me, but no, erase that thought, we're ready to go. I hold you in my arms for a while and say softly, "You're gorgeous."
We share a long passionate kiss and as our tongues slide over each other, my hand slips down the back of your dress and up under the short hemline, cupping your bum cheeks. I'm already lost in you and as you feel my growing arousal.
Reluctantly you pull your soft lips away from mine saying breathlessly,
"We have to stop my love, or we'll never leave."
The beer tent, or should I say, tents, was something to behold. This event was massive, a far cry from our previous experiences at Oktoberfests in Dubai.
We found ourselves sharing a table with a trio of Germans, Hans and Gertrude, who were a couple, and their friend Liesl. After a few beers, it was pretty clear that Hans and Gerty were more interested in each other than proceedings, and we spent more time chatting to the pretty blonde Liesl, who was otherwise looking fairly glum.
At one stage you left to go to the bathroom and Liesl turned to me to say, "Isn't she so hot? She looks fantastic in that dirndl"
I just looked after your figure walking into the distance, smiled and said,
"Yes, very, I can never understand what she sees in me.''
An already tipsy Liesl giggled mischievously and replied,
"Well when she does tire of you, she'd be very welcome in my bed."
As the evening wore on, we got progressively drunker, louder and chattier, I noticed that more than once, Liesl got quite close to you and there was occasional laying of a hand on your arm or a leg. You didn't seem to mind at all and soon enough, you were both making suggestive lingering touches that went on just that little bit too long.
Watching the pair of you sent my mind into all sorts of raunchy fantasies, that I fully intended to tell you all about at an appropriate moment. These thoughts were magnified by the wonderful view of boobs I got when either of you lent forwards, something I am convinced you were both fully aware of and teasingly exaggerating for my benefit.
Suddenly the lights went up and the tent started to clear out, Liesl's friends were long gone by then and as she was staying in the hotel next door, we agreed to share a cab.
We settled into the back seat of the cab, with you sandwiched in between us. I was glad that the screen separating the driver was opaque, as your Dirndl, not that long to begin with, had ridden up your thighs as you sat in the car, showing off your smooth lovely legs almost up to your knickers. I immediately placed my hand on your irresistible thigh, something I always do when we sit in a car. What was interesting and surprising though, was that Liesl mirrored me.
We all considered this in silence for a moment and I eventually broke it with,
"They do just beg to be stroked, don't they?"
Liesl obviously took that as some kind of signal and gently slid her hand a little further up your leg, coming to rest with her little finger just under the hem of your dirndl. You said nothing, but did not appear at all uncomfortable and had a very peculiar smile on your face.
After a moment, you unfolded your arms and put them around our shoulders and very softly said, ''So, who's going to be brave enough to take it a little further?''
You turned to look directly in my eyes as Liesl's hand slipped under your skirt. I had one last check to make sure the driver partition was really opaque, before leaning towards you, our lips meeting just as your slight shiver and sigh told me that Liesl's fingers had just brushed somewhere very sensitive.
I loved the soft warmth of your mouth, our lips softly pressing together, tongues gently exploring. I could feel myself becoming further aroused as we kissed and felt tingles down my spine, as your hand gently twisted and played with my hair.
My imagination was running riot as I thought about where Liesl's exploring fingers may be, and slid my hand up your thigh until my fingers joined hers, gently massaging your already swollen lips through the rapidly dampening silk of your knickers.
Neither of us was tempted to push the panties aside, we just maintained slow light strokes over the material while you enjoyed the feel of multiple different hands, and moaned very quietly into my mouth.
Still kissing me, you sensed Liesl's mouth nuzzling the side of your neck, hot breath more than kisses, barely touching your skin and triggering your senses, goosebumps breaking out across your shoulders.
Breathless, you broke from my kiss and after biting your lower lip for a moment, stared meaningfully into my eyes and said,
"I want to kiss her."
I smiled and you turned to her. I could tell that for a few seconds you were wrestling internally with the thought of kissing another woman, but your desires needed to be fulfilled and you pulled her to you. Kissing her, softly, gently at first, then harder as the sensations inside your body helped you cast aside any remaining inhibitions.
For the rest of the journey, our fingers continued their slow caresses, while you alternately kissed me, then her with increasing passion, a passion obvious to our fingertips from the growing heat and wetness of your pussy. By the time we arrived at the hotels there was an unspoken acceptance that Liesl would be coming to our room tonight, and we all bundled out as I paid the driver.
We were barely able to keep a respectful distance from each other as we attempted to walk at a civilised pace through the lobby, then waited impatiently for the lifts. Eventually we arrived at our room and I fumbled in my pocket for the old-fashioned metal room key that, although well in keeping with the quaint Bavarian building and antique décor, was of absolutely no interest to us right now.
We simply could not get inside the room fast enough and as the door finally closed behind us, there was a momentary pause for reflection. This was the last chance to stop before things got serious and we all stood facing each other in silent contemplation.
Turning from Liesl, we gazed straight in to each other eyes, silently asking,
"Are we ok with this? Now is the time to stop if we're going to."
A few more seconds of deep eye contact and then we both smiled and nodded. This would be ok. This would be a realisation of a fantasy we had often played out during lovemaking and it would be rocket fuel for our future fantasies.
You turned back to Liesl,
''Now, where were we?''
I watched intently as you approached each other, your eyes, dark and full of mischief gazing into mine as you embraced Liesl, giving me a final coquettish wink before your eyes closed and your lips met hers.
You were lost in her, kissing deeply, sucking eagerly at her lips, your tongue darting inside, finding hers.
A voyeur in this, I could already feel my cock already straining against my jeans as I watched your hands caressing her back and gliding down over her bum. Her hands roamed up your body and began to softly squeeze your breasts. My hand unconsciously reaching down to rub the growing bulge in my jeans.
Your eyes opened and you stared directly at me rubbing myself with longing, before breaking into a mischievous grin and slowly and deliberately pulling up Liesl's short dress to reveal her curvaceous buttocks beneath, her cheeks separated by the very narrow black strap of her thong. Your fingers delicately wandering across her cheeks at first, then gripping her ass firmly as you watched my reaction.
Your eyes bored into mine as you bit your lower lip provocatively and said hoarsly,
"Come over here and touch this."
