Christmas can be a lonely time of the year especially when you are 4,000 miles from home without your wife and children. I was 21 and in Germany...lonely, miserable, and knowing that this would be a Christmas I would want more than anything else to forget.
I was a soldier and was living in the barracks, but I had a job that took me out into the Germany of the German people. Hans worked for a German household goods shipping company and I was a military customs inspector so we saw each other almost every day, usually at the local Gasthaus drinking our lunch which normally consisted of Steinhaeger and good strong German lager beer. He was learning English from me and was teaching me the German language. Frequently I was a visitor in his house though I seldom, if ever, spent the night. The wife occasionally stared at my crotch, but I was really there to talk and joke with her husband, figuring she was probably off-limits to an American GI like me.
Ute was no femme fatale, but she was a nice, pleasant woman who seemed to be happy with her husband and her nine children all living in a three-bedroom apartment. She was in her mid-forties and a tad on the hefty side, but she did have some lovely large tits. Her house was always immaculate with nothing out of place. The food, when I ate with them, was great. She smiled a lot and left me to her husband, though there were those looks from time to time.
Over the fall, after my family had returned to the States, I started spending more and more time, almost every free moment I had at Hans' house. My German became halfway proficient in that short period of time and I could make myself understood without too much difficulty.
The weather in Southern Germany was getting cold and Christmas was right around the corner. I had decided to give Hans some American whiskey and a carton of cigarettes from Christmas, but had absolutely nothing to give the children or Ute and was beginning to wonder what I could get them.
