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Preface
Dear ladies,
This is a free translation of a story entitled “Schäferstündchen” which I have written in German. It primarily addresses a female audience. But it is available also for men and I would be pleased if they read and/or commented it, too.
If a man tries to hook up with a woman, he might approach her in a bar. Or, possibly, she already is acquainted with him and he just tries to deepen the relationship. It also happens that a woman chats up a man but, curiously, we often tend to think that this is not lady-like. Which is nothing but unfair.
However, some time ago, this difference, made me wonder what would happen if a woman was bluntly and directly requested by an unfamiliar man to have sex with him. Out of the blue. Needless to say, this would constitute sexual harassment and, hence, I never even vaguely considered such an act.
Still, when general modes of romantic approach came up in my conversations with lady friends, I have asked them how they would respond to such a crude (albeit hypothetical) behavior.
I was flabbergasted by the variable result. Expectedly, many ladies would have felt disgusted or even threatened, at least turned off by the man. However, not very few others, would have considered it as a compliment for their attractiveness or femininity.
Is there a chance that they would respond positively? Well, most of them said it was unlikely.
Whatever the outcome would be, the conversation stirred a fantasy in me. And, here it is:
At the bus stop
Once again, I had to wait excessively for my bus to town. But, what else can you expect from these careless numbskulls? However, this time, things were different. I shared my bad luck with a fascinating woman. She may have been 45 and was unusually pretty. And, surprisingly, she gave me a mysterious smile, displaying these adorable wrinkles next to her beautiful and sensuous mouth. Her brown eyes had a lovely sparkle and her shiny and reddish-brunette hair fell graciously to her shoulder blades. In general, the woman exuded an air of sensuality.
It was a comfortably warm day and she wore a tight-fitting blouse with flowery patterns accentuating her little and firm breasts. She also wore the sort of black and shiny jeans that were so much in fashion. I immediately started dreaming of their contents.
I smiled back at the lady but, instantly, she withdrew her gaze and shyly stared to the floor.
Now, I do know that I am not George Clooney. Still, I collected all my courage and asked her:
“Miss, you have such a stunning appearance! Already for quite some time, I am asking myself whether you would consider a love intermezzo with me.”
Immediately, her face turned pale and she hissed at me:
” You must be out of your mind. How dare you to harass total strangers with such indecent requests? I am not a hooker? Keep your dirty mind for yourself or, else, I’ll call the police!!!”
Of course, I anticipated this reaction, but I said to her with a low but determined voice:
“No reason for you to feel offended or anxious. If you say no, it unfortunately means no. And I respect that. But, was there really not even the chance of a snowball in hell that you may have agreed? Please, calm down and I sincerely apologize.”
She only snorted at me again, lifted her left nostril to underscore her disgust, and turned away.
“Error” said the hedgehog and climbed down from the cactus.
But was there absolutely no chance for another turn of events?
At the bus stop. Version 2!
Of course, things could have been different!
Once again, I had to wait excessively for my bus …woman … 45 and … unusually pretty … I am asking myself … consider a love intermezzo with me.
She blushed, smiled even more mysteriously, and chastely lowered her gaze. The wrinkles next to her lovely mouth deepened just a little further and almost made me lose my mind. Her wonderful hour glass figure and her budding breasts gave me the rest. I could not believe my luck and felt elated as never before.
“Are you serious? Could you indeed consider a romantic encounter with me? Such a mediocre character? “
Then, she whispered back almost inaudibly: “Yes, you are such a sweet guy and, yes, I also could imagine a tender snuggle with you.”
I was totally flabbergasted! But I somewhat regained my attitude and asked:
“Then, may I kiss you? “
I cautiously approached her and delicately kissed her cheek. Her long shiny hair flowed around her darkly blushed face. Her smile became even more lovely. Her gorgeous lips were a blatant invitation for a wet kiss which — as I knew then — would happen soon.
But, please, not here at the bus stop. A scrawny, elderly lady witnessing everything looked at us and already shook her head with indignation.
“Where would you like to go today?” I asked my newly found, beautiful friend. With a surprisingly firm voice, she replied: “I need to do some shopping in town and return things home afterwards.”
“Brilliant! I also need to buy some colors before we could meet. kuşadası escort Where would you like to see me?”
“We could actually meet at my place. I have a comfortable sofa that you surely will like. Incidentally, my name is Laura Schubert and I live at Richard-Wagner-Street number six. Yes, that’s true! I have the name of a famous composer – by the way, a favorite of mine – and I live on a street named after another well-known musician”.
I was embarrassed by my rudeness. But I also was surprised by this unbelievable coincidence.
“I’m such an ill-mannered jerk!” was my lame excuse. “I haven’t even introduced myself to you, lovely Laura! My family name also is that of a famous composer. I am Heinrich Handel, like George Frederic. Isn’t that an amazing coincidence! But I don’t live on a street with the name of a musician.”
Then I got a grip on composure.
“I don’t know if this has anything to do with my name, but I like baroque music very much. I’m a big fan of Domenico Scarlatti and I love his sonatas. Incredibly yearning music!”
Again, Laura put on her delightful, shy smile. I almost felt the urging need to kiss her on her wet and shiny lips.
Scarlatti K162, a downright manic-depressive masterpiece began to resound in my head. This sonata initially constitutes a declaration of tender love, gentle and repetitive. This is gradually and irresistibly followed by the cheering elation of an orgasm. I love this magnificent music, especially when played on a harpsichord. Domenico Scarlatti composed many of his numerous sonatas for princess Maria Barbara of Portugal who later became the queen of Spain. She must have been a true master on the harpsichord, for most of Scarlatti’s sonatas are anything but easy to play.
I must have been so immersed in my daydream that I hardly was aware of our approaching bus. Nor did I notice the big question mark in Laura’s face. In the meantime, she looked seriously disbelieving.
“Please forgive me! But you have just given me one of the most beautiful musical moments in my head” I told her stammering the reason for my rapture which, unfortunately, was temporary.
She smiled again. And this time, I could no longer control myself and put a gentle kiss on her lips. She responded by an intensively wet kiss, penetrating my mouth with her tongue.
I reluctantly pulled myself away from her.
“I think we’d better get on the bus. I suspect the driver won’t wait for us much longer.”
Laura had become dreamy, too, but she also got her bearings and we jumped on the bus.
“That was about time” the driver roared boorishly as he drove off. Luckily, there was a free two-seater where we could sit next to each other.
Bus ride
I grasped her right hand.
“Laura! That is such a beautiful and erotic name. Of course, my prosaic Heinrich can’t match this!”
I smiled at her as best I could. She said sweetly:
“I can only say that I find you very nice. Your kiss completely changed my day. From now on, the sun shines for me all day long!”
And, again, this incredible smile in the middle of her splendor of hair! I could hardly stand this any longer. I gently caressed her cheek and our faces slowly approached each other, extinguishing our smiles.
Then came a kiss that will never be a thing of the past for me. Her mouth tasted slightly of ginger and her hair and skin exuded an engulfing, but undefinable scent of flowers. I was blown away, intent on finding her tongue between her teeth. However, she came towards me willingly and our tongues intertwined more and more. We forgot everything around us, everything was just a single caress and kiss, smelling and tasting each other. Paradise must feel like this.
It felt like hours but, of course, it only was a few minutes in reality. Then, we had to break away from each other literally with violence because Laura’s destination had arrived.
“I’m afraid I have to get out now.”
I got up to make room for her and asked: “When will we meet again?”
“I’m home at about half past ten. Can you find my address?”
“Yes, of course. I don’t live very far away. See you later!”
Another wave with her hand, another smile. And she was gone!
Intermezzo
Can the pain of separation be so violent? I was incredulous. We met hardly half an hour ago, but I felt as if I just had lost the most precious thing in my life. And I would see her again in about an hour. Can this be possible? Dizzily, I rode the bus for two more stops to the shop selling art utensils. I really had to concentrate to be able to choose colors and brushes. There wasn’t much time left to return to Richard-Wagner-Street, but there was still enough time for a short walk in the warm spring sun. However, I have only scant memories because I was floating in my erotic dreams. It was time to turn back.
Fortunately, the bus came quite quickly. I drove back to where we met originally. From there it was only a few steps to the house with the number 6. I found the doorbell with the name Schubert and rang. The door opened and I climbed the stairs. It smelled pleasantly because somebody was must have been preparing beef stew. The apartment door was slightly ajar, and I entered. Not a trace of Laura. But then her bright voice sounded.
“Just come in! I’m making something small to eat. We might need that soon! “
Her cheerful voice and casual behavior were delightful, again. I entered the kitchen and found her preparing a mixed salad.
In the kitchen
I couldn’t help but I had to throw my arms around Laura and press her firmly against me. I swam in a wave of tenderness, I had to kiss her. That ginger scent again! I grabbed her cheeks between my hands and had to caress them endlessly. At the same time, my tongue felt its way between her teeth into her mouth and she responded likewise with fervor. My hands went wandering from her delicate neck to her back. How I love such muscular backs in women! I alternately kneaded and stroked the exquisite muscles. I urgently needed to pull her blouse out of her jeans and feel her silky skin. What a promise of erotic pleasures was revealed to me there! Caress, caress. In the meantime, I kissed myself along her neck. Please, no hickeys there! Laura purred like a cat in the sun.
Then she sobered up.
“We should definitely eat something before we get too much into action.”
And she added wickedly: “You will need a lot of strength in your balls”.
Her hands passed over my fly and lustfully sensed my now unmistakable erection.
“Oh, I like that very much!” this adorable woman chirped naughtily.
I had an alternative: Either I would stop this erotic provocation right here and now, or I would throw her to the ground immediately. And then what? Yes, then what? So, I let it pass and decently resumed peeling carrots and washing salads. But, again and again, I had to come back to that mouth, kissing, caressing, kissing, down the neck, and kissing everything until slightly wet. Through her blouse I now felt her breasts. I was almost intoxicated by her nipples straightening up and stiffening.
“I think you’d better open that bottle of wine there! Because I’m thirsty. And you must be thirsty, too, after all that kissing and eating me up!”
I had to admit that this woman definitely had a practical streak. So, I drilled in the corkscrew and pulled out the cork. To taste the wine, I caught a wine glass from her kitchen cupboard which had glassed doors. The wine was delicious, a light and fresh white wine. But it also was as deep as my look into Laura’s gorgeous brown eyes! I swam in happiness and offered her a glass. She sweetly said: “Thank you” and surprised me once more by the decent gulp of wine she poured down her lovely throat.
Then we sat down at the table. I probably ate my most beautiful meal, consisting of a piece of fresh bread and a mixed salad deliciously dressed in a salad sauce, which Laura had prepared in the meantime. And what a wine! I could hardly believe it. Has anyone ever eaten better in a three-star restaurant than I had then and there? The tastiest thing, however, were our increasingly lustful glances into each other’s eyes.
All of a sudden, she opened her blouse. No tiny piece of textile whatsoever covered these wonderful breasts and stiff nipples! And again, that blushing smile with the delightful wrinkles next to the corners of her mouth. Oh, we already had that!
“If you don’t stop that right now, you’re going to expose yourself to a considerable risk. You must know that I have the nature of a polar bear. I am vicious and I love cold weather! And not to forget: I adore consuming female human flesh!”
And what did I get back for an answer? She replied with a haunted and almost smoky voice:
“I really need to know what is in your pants and what is going on there…”
That was my last straw. I got up, was around the table a second later, and lifted her out of her chair.
“Where is the bedroom?” I croaked frenetically. We left the littered table as it was, and I stormed down the corridor towards the bedroom with Laura on my arms. Then, I threw her on her bed, staring lustily between her legs.
Love tryst, episode I
“Do you like what you see?” she purred again with a horny wickedness in her voice. However, that voice surprisingly befitted this gorgeous woman. She spread her legs very slowly which provoked terrible havoc in my balls, not to mention the unbearably stiffening tightness in my pants.
“I’ll rip your clothes off if you keep going on like this.”
“Coward, chicken, scaredy-cat, wimp!” Laura’s answer!
Of course, I didn’t need to be asked twice. I immediately tore all of my clothes off and threw myself next to her on the bed. Within a second, I snuggled up to her.
“Aaah, that’s what I needed” she moaned in my ear. “Already since our bus trip to the city, not to mention the return trip, I’m tingling everywhere, and I can hardly stand it anymore”.
Now I grabbed her naked breasts again and started sucking on her nipples. Gently biting, kissing, stroking, licking. Her naked skin exuded an intoxicatingly female scent, better than any perfume! Slowly, she started breathing in and out deeply, more and more with a soft moan.
My brain began to swim in seething horniness. “I soon dissolve in lust for you” I whispered into her ear.
“Help yourself, my whole glory belongs to you, only, my horny stallion!”
“You will get raped immediately”, I thought to myself, but that probably was no longer a possibility with Laura’s own lust. Nevertheless, I forced myself to slow down, because I wanted to enjoy this delicious woman all the way. I kissed her wonderfully brown eyes, in which the depths of the oceans could be fathomed. Then over her face to her wrinkles near her mouth. They stood out as clearly as a boulder as she smiled. Licking, kissing, stroking and exploring her stomach with my mouth and my hands.
Arriving at the neck, I felt her heartbeat under my lips. I had to kiss her veins, kiss and kiss. Her moaning gradually became more intense and she began to caress my naked chest with infinite tenderness. She pressed her pelvis to my side as if she still wanted to draw my attention to her growing lust. For the moment, I decided to spoil all of her delicious sexiness with everything I could. At the same time, I wanted her to spoil me, too.
Drunk from the kisses on her neck, I found my way to her earlobes, which carried tiny plugs with little diamonds. I could grasp them with my teeth and gently pull them. Then I sucked in the whole earlobes and nibbled on them. I stroked her face with one hand and penetrated the waistband of her trousers with the other. Caress, caress, caress. My nibbling of her earlobes chased goose bumps over her back, made her groan louder and louder. She could hold on less and less to herself.
With her own covered legs spread wide apart, she began stroking my best piece, which immediately stiffened hard as a rock. I could only counter this by walking my hand from her belly into her jeans, which I began to open very slowly. Meanwhile she shamelessly grabbed me around my steeply raised cock and began to wank it very gently. Then she firmly cupped my testicles, chasing sweet pain through my loins.
‘Just you wait!’ I thought in my head. ‘I am going to lick you right into the nirvana of your lust, you tasty and horny bitch!’ Actually, I whispered into her ear: “I want to kiss you, horny beast, lick you, stroke you, until I can’t help but stick myself into you! “
“I am so wet and slippery! I’m about to flood my panties.”
“Do it! Do it! My thick fuck-pole will stretch you wide and impale you up to your cervix.”
“Aaaargh. I am sooo horny! Fuck me!” she screamed.
However, I still wanted to explore how far I could get her with my licking and nibbling of the earlobes. I love these female erogenous zones at least as much as the nipples and the little bud in the snatch of a horny woman. So, I moved from one ear to the other, slowly over the more and more pulsating neck. Everything became wet and salty from my kissing. Gradually, her whimper became louder and louder and turned into a horny moan.
“I want to spoil your cock with my mouth!”
“Please, wait and enjoy your own lust a little more”.
But I didn’t need to tell her that. Soon, she was screaming in a boiling frenzy “I’m about to cum!”
I now supported my ear nibbling with a caress over her panties. Her pussy opened like a blooming flower. Wasn’t there already her beguiling girl’s scent? Meanwhile, I started to stroke with my fingers her clit at the top of her slit which catapulted her over the hill. Her first ecstatic orgasm shook her heavily and she let out a loud and hoarse cry. But I had no intention of letting her off.
She shamelessly screamed her lust out through the open window into the early afternoon. All neighbors could share her happiness. That seemed to be her objective. I didn’t mind the least. I knew that my own desire would also soon be satisfied. Besides, there is nothing more exciting in this world than a beautiful woman who is jettisoned from one orgasm to the next. So now I pushed my hand into her panties and into the dripping wet and slippery cleft and rubbed her clitoris with my fingertips. This was almost immediately countered with horny screams and loud groans of her earth-shattering orgasms.
After about the fifth climax she came down a bit. In the meantime, I had left her bud in peace and had only inserted two fingers into her fuck hole below. I wanted to find her G-spot. But she stammered for mercy, she could not stand it any longer. However, I whispered some of my beloved and delicious obscenities into her ear. She almost sucked them in under her delightful smile. I noted with satisfaction that she loved dirty talk as much as I did myself.
Heating up each other slowly, we pulled off the rest of her clothes while I already was entirely naked. Of course, we couldn’t avoid paying special attention to all erotic zones and stroking them. Finally, this beautiful woman lay before me, as God had created her. I told her how much I adore her totally exciting body. Of course, I looked forward to fully possessing and impaling her. I was excited to the extreme and my cock demanded its rights more and more impudently. It was hard as a bone and my full balls began to squeeze horribly.
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