Germanic

Apparently my casual dress and comfortable shoes met with everyone's approval when I came back downstairs 10 minutes later. I found out later Lydia was relieved how fast I had been. I had even taken the time to brush my teeth, brush my hair, and freshen my makeup. We were soon out the door and in a dilapidated old Mercedes and going down the road.

Lydia spoke slowly and deliberately as she pointed out the sights and for that I was grateful. She didn't make fun of my German and helped me or corrected me when necessary. I didn't mind that. In fact I found it helpful in some ways. I enjoyed her company. She drove quickly like everyone else in this country but I didn't mind that either. I found myself wondering about her and hesitantly asked questions.

Lydia told me she worked there, she pointed out a huge estate we passed. I had seen it with my cousins and wondered about it. They didn't allow tours but old estates like that were a dime a dozen in Germany and I loved the idea of looking at them. She told me someday she would take me there. Or I think that's what she told me. It takes a little more time to process things when you're translating.

We stopped for lunch at a nice little bar pub in some nameless village. As I had no clue what to order all I could tell her was "keine Sauerkraut" (no sauerkraut) which she seemed not only to understand but find hilarious. Since Lydia was being so kind to show me around I paid for the meal.

We went further afield than my relatives had taken me thus far and really I enjoyed it. Lydia did her best to tell me and I gleaned enough that I could understand. A popular phrase for me was "Ich verstanden" or I understand. I didn't understand everything but as I said, I got a word here and there and could put it together.

She took me to a little village that had a glass factory. It was fascinating to watch the glass blower. He took the raw glass from his pot and made an air bubble of sorts. Using a long wand that was hollow he blew into it and formed the glass or the vase or whatever he was making. How he was able to do it all without burning his hands I didn't know but I saw that his hands were well callused and maybe that was part of the trick. The results though took my breath away. This was one of the many reasons I had decided to get out of town and see the world. These beautiful creations made me want to cry and to own them. Lydia could see my genuine delight. I wasn't aware of it but my whole face had lighted up at the incredible glass I was seeing. I bought a little vase with an amber tint to give Lydia as a gift. She refused at first but I insisted, as a memento of the occasion. I also bought my aunt a beautiful vase. I could have bought myself half the shop I loved it all but where would I pack it?

That was when Lydia pointed out they shipped. So then I purchased a complete decanter set along with goblets, wine glasses, and even sherry glasses. It cost a fortune but they promised to ship it carefully to Wisconsin. My sons were home for the summer so at least they could pack it away for their old mom. I was grateful to Lydia as I had really wanted some of this beautiful crystal and glassware.

As we headed back towards Hammerbrucke I was emphatic in my thanks to Lydia. I tried in my halting German to express how much I had enjoyed the excursion. I think I got my point across.

We stopped for dinner at a regular restaurant instead of a pub. I liked it better as it was a little classier and I could make out what was on the menu and haltingly order. Finally, steak and potatoes. Or so I thought. Of course they prepared things differently here but that was what traveling was about, you tried other culture's foods and specialties. I actually enjoyed what I ate but I was cautious much to Lydia's amusement. Again, I paid for the dinner despite Lydia's protests. I insisted as she was driving me around. The Mercedes was pretty dilapidated but I didn't care, I was having fun.

All day long I had wondered if what Rich had said was what I had interpreted correctly. Lydia hadn't indicated beyond friendship her interest in me. Or was I being obtuse? She had brushed by me a few times that were perhaps unnecessary. Again, was I reading too much into it? I had hoped perhaps to meet someone of interest and had done so unexpectedly. Was Rich right that she was gay? That she was interested in me? I didn't know and I was never going to be the one to make the first move. It just wasn't in me.

As we drove closer to Hammerbrucke though I couldn't help but wonder about Lydia. She had said she worked at that old estate and it was impressive but I really didn't know much about her and I really wanted to know more. Was she really gay? She was certainly very pretty and I knew I was attracted to her. I was surprised though when she stopped short of town and turned to me to ask "Ana, haben sie eine gute zeit?"

I smiled, I understood that perfectly "Ja, heute war wunderbar, danke, viehlen dank." I couldn't thank her enough for the wonderful day. I was glad she had stopped to ask if I had a good time.

Lydia looked at me speculatively for a moment and then leaned towards me. I couldn't help but lean towards her too. Between the thoughts I had been having all day and my own attraction it was like a magnet. At the touch of her lips on mine though I thought my body would explode. It felt so insanely good to be kissing her. She smelled so good, not only her perfume but I could scent her body smell and it appealed so to my senses. I wanted to crawl across the shifter and into her lap immediately. Instead I held myself in check and did my best to kiss her. One kiss led to another. I used my tongue hesitantly and was pleased when she responded. Lightly sucking on her tongue I gave her ever indication that I approved of what she was doing to me. She began to caress the nape of my neck and I moaned slightly. That area back there has always been one of my trigger points.

Finally though, all good things must come to an end. That first kiss had led to another and another and another until I had no idea how long she and I had been kissing. I was surprised to find my hands caressing her back and along her sides towards her breasts, not quite touching them but the intent was there. Her own hands had moved down my back encouraging me to jump over that stick shift and get closer to her had that been possible. We were both breathing hard and I knew she looked as surprised as I felt as we pulled away.

"Mein Gott" I thought I heard her gasp.

I smiled at her as I leaned my forehead on hers. That had been something. I don't know if was because I hadn't been with someone in so long or if it was because of my thoughts all day long but wow, had a bed been accessible I would have jumped her or her me, of that I was certain.

Slowly we parted and sat there stunned, each of us lost in her own thoughts. Slowly she started the car again and drove towards my Onkel's farmhouse. At the door she turned and asked "Ana, konnen sie mit mir morgen?"

Although I didn't get all of it, I answered "Ja, Ich gehen mit sie morgen." I had agreed to go with her tomorrow.

As I let myself in the farmhouse I thought over our first kiss and it had been a doozy. I couldn't help but look forward to tomorrow. Tante Dorle was still awake and watching TV she patted the couch next to her and smiled at me fondly.

"Haben sie eine gutes zeit?" she asked slowly.

Nodding I answer "schon, sehr schon, Ich gehe mit Lydia morgen. Ich gehe zur bett, Ich bin mude" I told her I was going to bed, I was tired.

I handed Dorle the vase I had bought her as I kissed her on the cheek and then headed up the narrow staircase. I didn't see the speculative look that she sent me as I left.

The next day the familiar little Mercedes took us to a stable where we took out two horses and rode in the hills. It had been a few years since I had ridden and it surprised me how well my skills came back. My horse was a little spirited but I had heard they had warmbloods over here so I wasn't surprised. Lydia slowly told me about the area as much as I could understand. We were in back of the great estate where she worked and she showed me about. She looked great in jeans and a button down flannel shirt. My own jeans and blouse were a nice contrast. The day was exceptionally bright and I hid my eyes behind my sunglasses. Lydia made sure she brushed her hand against me as often as she could and then laughed when I blushed. I am not really shy but the newness of this and the unfamiliarity of it made me feel shy.

For two hours we rode and as I hadn't been on a horse in years that was plenty for me. My crotch was a little numb but my leg muscles had taken the brunt of it. They didn't have western saddles over here but I had managed fine. The horses were all beauties and I admired them telling Lydia in a mixture of German and English how much I admired them. She understood, smiling at my admiration and genuine delight.

The stables were nothing like I had ever seen before. They were of fine brick with high doors that you could ride right inside. There was no muck to be seen and everything was kept meticulous. Everyone must be at lunch I thought when we got back there and we had to unsaddle and groom our own horses. I didn't mind but I wasn't used to it. Once we finished we put the horses back in their stalls and I began looking at the other beauties. I had just washed my hands and splashed some water on my face when I felt Lydia come up behind me. I was surprised when she spun me around and began kissing me. It was a pretty terrific kiss too I might add. It left me breathless it was so unexpected.

Slowly but surely though she began maneuvering me into an empty stall, closing the door she tripped me down into the bed of straw that was piled there. I was surprised at how aggressive she was being but more than willing to play along. As her body came down on top of mine I had the breath knocked out of me. She wasn't a large woman by any stretch of the imagination but I was amazed at her strength and determination, sensing that I was a little alarmed though she changed tactics and began gently kissing me. That made a hell of a difference. It felt so nice and I couldn't help but respond. It built fast though and this surprised me. I wanted to feel this woman against me and began unbuttoning her flannel shirt reaching in to touch her. I reached around with my other hand and felt her smooth back with my hand and reached down to squeeze her buttocks closer to me through her jeans. She gasped and groaned in desire.

Damn she was a good kisser! I was enjoying it so very much that I forgot where we were. Rolling around in the straw though we were both becoming very aroused and very full of bits of straw. I ground myself suggestively against her and she responded by grinding back. If I hadn't heard the distant rumble of voices who knows where it might have led. But I did and we didn't. I helped Lydia up from the straw bed and we spent a while brushing off the straw. Then we helped each other pull it out of each other's hair and off our backs. Lydia buttoned up her shirt. I couldn't help but let Lydia know my regret that we had to stop and I gently caressed her buttock through her jeans. The look of pure lust in her eyes made me take half a step closer for a kiss but I stopped when I heard the voices closer. We waited until they passed before slipping out of the stall and heading for the familiar Mercedes.

Lydia didn't start the engine right away and instead leaned her forehead on the steering wheel before looking directly at me. I could sense the longing in her. I knew it because I was experiencing it too. I wanted this woman, language barrier or no. I couldn't tell her everything I wanted to but she knew, she really knew. Finally after a while she took a deep sigh and started the engine. She drove slowly back to the farmhouse never saying a word.

Somehow I understood she couldn't see me for a couple of days. Although my German sucked she made sure I understood. Or so I said, Ich verstande. She smiled and let me go. It was a miserable couple of days but my relatives made an effort to show me more of the countryside where we lived. I don't know how many conversations I was a part of but apparently they were either insulted by Lydia having taken me out or they suddenly realized how boring it really had been. I didn't know but I went along for the ride.

One of my other Onkels, Gunther by name was a traveling vet. I don't know if I missed something in the translation but somehow he worked for the state and traveled around Germany. He and his wife Ilsa decided to take me along. As I had no way to tell Lydia where I had gone or leave a message I regretted that part. We went up to Munich and I had a delightful time sight-seeing. I found a tour group that spoke English and they were very thorough in their histories of the place. Amazing! I got to see the Olympic Village and tour the area where they had been held in 1972. Although a lot had changed since then of course the essence was still there and they utilized the buildings. I thought it would be a shame not to otherwise.

I got to see Marienplatz or the town center. It was beautiful and I heard they held a terrific Christmas Market there. I didn't think I'd be in Germany long enough to see it but I got the drift and understood the significance of it.

Nymphenburg Palace or Nymphenburg Schloss as it was really known was a beautiful castle in Munich. This was the kind of thing I had hoped to see. The villages and towns and countryside that the family had shown me was nothing in comparison to the amazing architecture and structures I was now seeing, this was Germany to me. The place was immense and I was fortunate to book a tour with another group and be able to go on the grounds. The gardens were quite extensive. It was exquisite. Originally it had been built as a summer home but to me a summer home meant a cabin on the lake, this was no cabin and they called it a palace? Wow, it was something. You could actually feel the history of the place.

The social life in Munich was different too. My Onkel and his wife introduced me to many of their friends and their sons. It was obvious what they were doing and I was quite amused. I can't tell you how many times I had to feign stupid American or that I didn't quite speak enough German to get out of difficult situations. I don't think my Onkel realized I wasn't attracted to men nor did he realize my age. Most of the men he introduced me to were in their 30's and I have to laugh to myself. I'm older than most of them. Assumptions are a funny thing.

We had been there a week and I was enjoying playing tourist when by chance I saw Lydia. It surprised both of us as we were staying at a fairly expensive hotel and there she was having breakfast with a couple. I was nearly done when I spotted her and caught her eye. Both of us were a little stunned. I smiled and she blew me away with the wattage of her own smile. I don't know what she said to the couple but they left soon afterwards. My Onkel and Tante had business elsewhere and after they left I walked over to Lydia's table.

"Guten Morgen Lydia, Wie geht es ihnen?" I asked her how she was. I could see how incredible she looked. She was dressed in a killer black dress with white stripes that emphasized her thin waist and nice breasts. Her hair was brushed back but couldn't control the riot of small tight curls.

Her smile really made my day, wow it was a killer "Ana! Das ist so schon! Was machts du hier?"

I was relieved to see her actually having felt bad about the way I left and unable to tell her. "Ich bin hier mit meine Onkel and Tante. Ich sehe Munich."

Seeing as I stood there through this she invited me to sit down. I gratefully accepted wanting to be near to her. This was insane. I barely knew this woman and was desperate to get in her pants or rather up her skirt. I swear I am not like that, nor have I ever been, but there was something about this woman, this particular woman...I didn't know it at the time of course but she felt the same way.

She began slowly asking me about what I had seen. I haltingly told her but couldn't help but wonder if I adequately told of the splendor of what I had been seeing. Lydia suggested a few more places I should go, or at least I think she did and then she offered to go with me which thrilled me no end. It was fun playing tourist but no fun all alone. It was nicer when someone else went with you on your journey.

Lydia's phone rang as we were attempting to talk and her rapid fire German lost me quickly. I did get a sense that she was brushing someone off which surprised me.

When I had her full attention again we discussed meeting up again in two hours. I wandered around the gardens of the hotel which being so old was quite extensive. It's amazing with how little space these places had how they managed to convey space and depth in the plants that grew here.

We went tourist with the group I had hooked up with. I could tell Lydia was having a good time as well. Today's tour was only two hours long and took us through several parks that I hadn't seen yet. Their combination of German and English helped tourists who would have been as lost as I. It was fun to have someone along to elbow and say look at that or "Sehen sie?"

As we walked back to the hotel I couldn't help but wonder why Lydia was in Munich and asked her. She slowly explained that she was on business. As I didn't get all of it I had to shrug off a lot. She took my hand as we walked and I didn't think anything of it. No one else seemed to mind either. She escorted me up to my hotel room where I was planning on showering and changing into something a little more formal for the evening knowing that my Onkel had plans for us to go out to introduce me to another million young men or 'possibles.' I had laughed about this when I explained it to Lydia who didn't look as amused as I was. At the door to my room I used the key card and turned to say goodbye to Lydia, I found myself being pushed against the door as she kissed me hard. I barely could get my arms up to wrap around her as she slid us off the door and into the room shutting the door behind us.

The passion that exploded between us was no joke. I couldn't get her dress off fast enough and was afraid I'd rip it I was so anxious to be with this woman. She had my own dress up and off me in no time flat. I didn't know whether to be flattered, amused, or alarmed. I chose the flattered but only because I wanted to be with her just as much. She unerringly found that spot on my neck with first her fingers and then her lips, at the touch of her tongue and lips though my knees started to buckle. It was an incredible feeling. Determinedly she got us to the bed but I was a willing victim. As the underwear came off as well we both slowed down to enjoy each other's bodies. She must work out she was so well put together. I loved touching every inch of her. She seemed to enjoy it as well as the catches in her breathing indicated. She beat me though when she determinedly caressed her way down my body to the V of my legs. I couldn't help but let her go first as she quickly stroked my fires. I hadn't been on fire like this in a long time and it felt sooo good. I arched into her hand as she kissed me, kissed down my jaw line, my neck, and then began assaulting my nipples. The combination was driving me insane. I wanted to do the same to her but once she was inside of me and touching my G spot I was helpless. Willing, but helpless. My whole body seemed to go limp as she petted it expertly. My groans filled the room as I ground suggestively against her hand my hands groping at her encouraging the assault on my body. She knew exactly what she was doing and brought me to the most amazing orgasm. The cries torn from my mouth were cut off as she kissed me deeply and I cried out into her mouth. The bucking of my body though couldn't be cut off and she enjoyed the ride.