Chatper 3: Hans und Katherine
Continuing a spin-off from the story of Karen and her grandmother's apparently magic ring, as described in other files in Literotica.
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Hans nearly jumped as Katherine's fingers, even ever so gently, touched his balls. The excitement with Karen at dinner in the dining car (see the third part of "California Zephyr" in Literotica) had built on all the random impulses that his libido had been accumulating on this long ride. And then Katherine's magical appearance and his discovery of her new-to-him maturity had built more pressure. The time in the vestibule, at the open window-- the lonely farmhouses flashing past, the thundering power of a passing freight, the force of the prairie wind-- it was a strange environment that had drawn them ever closer together!
Perhaps she had not noticed, but he had walked to the changing room like a cowboy. That was not because of the rocking of the train, it was because he was so full, so ready for the release to which she now led him. When his legs were pressed together, he ached, like a man who had come off of months on the open range.
He was in a most amazing moment. The absurdity of it almost made him laugh with joy. A beautiful Frenchwoman in sleek satin lingerie was looking squarely at him, knowingly, her tongue darting briefly over her lips before she caught herself. And what she saw was a glimpse of Hans' staff straightening steel hard, readying him for the approaching pleasure brought by the lips and the fingertips of his Zehlendorf neighbor, Katherine!
The room was quickly warm from the four lusty young people's presence. Hans wondered if the fact that the air was awash with their pheromones was adding to the experience-- or perhaps it was the cunningly selected French perfume from Marie. As her body warmed in preparation for Jack, her pounding pulse released the precious scent.
Katherine's touch riveted his wandering eyes back to her. She held his stiffening sacs in her strong hands, and kissed them. The restrained power in her tender hold on him sent a deep feeling of pleasure through his core, and he shifted noticeably on the tiny bench.
"Mmmmm. You like that?" Katherine's question sounded more like an answer as she paused to look up at him. His penis curved up above her, and her hair brushed against him as she turned her head upwards. Grazing strands teased his senses, and involuntarily, he flexed. A pool of silver formed on his tip, and then began to run down toward Katherine.
Without hesitation, her lips moved up his shaft to meet it. Hans felt every nerve on edge. She certainly must have been practicing this somewhere before, he told himself!
"Yes, yes," he murmured to her. "Go ahead. Your tongue is so lovely." Katherine gloried in this moment of perfect sensuality. Hans, who had always seemed so much in control, was about to lose himself at her command. Excitement built deep in her as she realized that he was desperate for her kisses. The taste of him completed the sensory image that had begun so long ago in the gardens of their homes. Eagerly, her tongue traveled to the source of this flowing spring.
Hans sighed, and then leaned over. Katherine felt a rush of pleasure as he whispered to her.
"Now, I remember the time when you were 16 and were eating that banana. I thought that I was imagining things!" His mind filled with the warm sensation of that summer: she was wearing a blue sundress, standing there by the flower bed. He told her how he remembered watching her watching him through the garden gate as she slowly, seductively peeled the yellow fruit, ran her tongue over its big curve, and then ate pieces of the ripe fruit pulled off with her lips. He had not given this thought again, had dismissed it as an improbable guess on his part, till now. Suddenly the picture was complete!
So, she realized, the only conflict between them had been their own ideas about the importance of the age difference between them. And now the passage of time had made that unimportant.
For a moment, Katherine thought of rising to kiss Hans on the lips. She wanted to have her jeans and her panties off NOW, for him to see all of her. In their haste, she was still partly clothed. She wanted now to look him in the eye as an equal, but at the same time, she reveled in the foreplay she was offering. His single-minded concentration on her was worth anything, and she discovered joy in exploring this strong man's tenderness.
It might not have seemed possible, but Hans felt his erection tightening, tightening. He wanted to draw her pants down those wonderful legs, he longed to penetrate Katherine, to explore this overlooked treasure. He wanted to invite her to his lap, to be the skillful lover.
But he could not wait.
Words tumbled around in his head, English, German, some French, but only a deep groan of pleasure came out as she licked the swollen head of his manhood. She captured it, sucking him into the warmth of her, gently touching the tender underside with her teeth.
Words vanished, and flooded with his hormones, Hans became in his mind a giant arrow, pointing upwards. Part of him struggled to hold back, but her tender ministrations left him no alternative. The muscles trained to maintain control now betrayed him-- relaxed momentarily in her soothing attention-- and when his clenching force returned it had the opposite effect of what he intended.
She felt the electric surge passing through her lover, exploding, as his legs closing tightly around her, his firm hands closing on her shoulders, his penis swelling within her lips, the wave of semen rushing toward her. She had not thought this out completely, had never taken a man past foreplay in this manner, and she found herself coughing and clearing her throat when the strong stream of white fluid rushed into her mouth. In combination with the motion of the train, she almost lost her balance from the surprise, but Hans steadied her.
Tenderly, his hands stroked her neck. She looked up at him and saw the concern in his eyes.
"Mmmmmmm. Hans, the banana never did that!" she joked, and the momentary tension faded. She returned to his shiny penis, again encircling it, sucking it, taking a taste of him. She would remember that moment, his unique flavor, forever.
