Chapter 9
It was Bob's last night in Germany, and another party was thrown by Herr Schroeder, whose company was to be the chief distributor for Dolph Chemical's Frankfurt operations.
This bash was even bigger and wilder than the first. the girls were new. There were nude dancers and sex exhibitions put on by girls together, men with women, and both sexes intermixed.
By the time the entertainment was over, Bob was so horny he couldn't resist the charms of the girl who had been his date for the evening, but he insisted that she accompany him back to his hotel room, rather than putting out for him in one of the bedrooms at Schroeder's home. He still preferred his sex in private, and he wanted to be able to enjoy the girl-a voluptuously built redhead named Gerda-fully and at his leisure.
Gerda didn't object. No one else at the party noticed them slip away.
In the taxi, they kissed passionately with twisting tongues in each other's mouths, and Bob felt all the way up Gerda's legs, stroking and fingering her marvelously full upper thighs. Her flesh was very warm and smooth above the tops of her stockings.
She opened her thighs to him, and his questing fingers easily swept aside her panty crotch. His middle finger sank delightedly into her lubricated cunt, and he stroked it in and out while she rubbed his stiff penis through his clothes.
The taxi arrived at his hotel more quickly than he had expected, and he had to ask the driver to go around the block a couple of times in order to give his erect cock an opportunity to relax.
Once he and Gerda reached the hotel room, they rolled onto his bed with all their clothes on, and there was a frenzied rolling and tossing as they groped at each other, fondling and removing clothing at the same time.
Bob's hungry lips covered each new area of Gerda's body as it was bared. He licked her legs above her stockings, and then, as he pulled her dress all the way up, planted his mouth against her exposed midriff and licked and nibbled the tender, sweet-scented flesh he found there.
She squirmed the dress up over her arms and head, and he managed to uncup her breasts. As she pulled and stroked at his long rigid dong, he kissed her tossing titanic tits. He sucked at her immense nipples noisily, then rubbed her breasts together and worked the nipples so close to each other that he could mouth both of them at the same time. This was a new kick.
As he sucked, she continued to work his clothes off. When she had removed his shirt, with his blind help, and had gotten his trousers and shorts worked down around his knees, she asked him to stop kissing her nipples and to kick his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. Now he was nude, but she still wore her stockings, black garter belt and frilly black panties.
He settled down to more kissing of her legs as he ungartered her stockings and slowly slid them down. Her flesh smelled marvelous, and it was silken-smooth against his lips and tongue.
When he had her legs entirely bare and had kissed every curved inch of them, it was only natural that he should concentrate his attentions higher up.
She drew her garter belt away as he began to roll down the top of her panties. He browsed at her soft belly, which trembled with the nudging of his lips and tongue. He delved into her navel.
"Mmmm, Bobby baby...." she purred in heavily accented English, "zat feels so goot." Her hand fluttered to his head and urged him gently along.
Before he knew it, her panties were rolled down to the tops of her thighs, and he was staring directly at her fluffy red bush. He inhaled its intoxicating fragrance, which was an exquisite combination of scented soap, perfume and aroused womanhood. In his mood of that evening, he allowed himself to become almost drunk on the heady essence.
Quickly he slid her panties all the way off, freeing her legs, and she moved her legs widely apart. Her gash gaped succulently. The moist, rosy chasm gleamed amid its surrounding cloud of brownish-red curls.
Bob couldn't resist.
He drove his face to her, burying his hungry lips in her sweet meat. His tongue plunged.
Gerda ground her cunt against him and moaned. She gripped her gigantic breasts in her own hands, trapping her thick, tall nipples between her first and second fingers. She squeezed the tips and rotated her boobs, pressing hard, while she worked her throbbing pussy against his sucking, thrusting kisses.
By the time Bob had eaten his fill at her loins, his shaft was immensely swollen. He lunged atop her voluptuous body, his chin wet and eyes gleaming lustfully.
His huge prick drove deeply into her twat.
She moved with him, and the copulation was completed in record time for Bob. Gerda didn't get there, but for him the climax was superb, shaking him from his scalp to the soles of his feet. He twitched within her hot embrace and ejaculated again and again.
Finally he slumped forward and moaned blissfully as he sucked at her ear.
Gerda was patient. She could wait for her orgasm. With many dates she reached no climax at all, so it wasn't something she necessarily expected. But she knew she would get there with this American. She only had to give him a little time.
It worked out exactly that way.
As soon as Bob swung off her and came to rest on his back, she leaned over him and kissed gently all around his chest, tugging at his hairs with her even white teeth and licking his tiny, masculine nipples into erection.
She moved along to his belly and kissed him lingeringly there. Bob felt the first stirrings of renewed lust already.
Her smooth, gentle hand cupped his balls, and her Fingers caressed the softened cylinder of his manhood. She swooped, bringing her warm wet mouth to him, sliding his foreskin back at the same time. She suckled gently at the head of his cock.
It stiffened.
When she had it as big and full and hard as she wanted it, she quickly lifted her head and threw a leg over his recumbent form. On her knees, with her soft crotch elevated, she worked the head of his prick back and forth in her moist groove, gradually centering and deepening its position until the head was wholly enclosed. Then she slowly let herself down the rest of the way, sheathing his entire shaft.
She leaned forward, hanging her breasts just above his face, and went to work.
Her motions were heavenly, and with those big full tits to play with, Bob was quickly caught up in the total excitement of the intercourse. She rotated and slid up and down on his pole as he plucked at her nipples and compressed her pendulous tits, swinging and rolling them and bouncing them in his open hands.
She got there, and the fierce spasmodic grabbing of her cunt brought him to fountaining fulfillment. He pressed upward and growled as his sperm pumped into her.
Still the night wasn't over for them.
They slept for a while, but he had to take a leak, and this awoke him. After attending to that, he stood beside the bed for a little while and gazed down at the redheaded beauty, who looked especially alluring in the moonlight which flooded in through the windows.
He got down beside her, very much awake now, and began to kiss her tits. Her nipples stiffened, and she woke up.
"You going to giff me more, Bobby baby?" she purred.
"Lots more," he promised and, as she parted her legs, he swung atop her.
This time he lasted longer and brought her to a thrashing, pulsating climax with him.
Afterward, they carefully rolled onto their sides and fell asleep, still joined.
By some miracle they remained that way for several hours, and when Bob awoke for the second time he found himself stiff within her. He began to jolt her gently with slow, short jabs until she awoke. She immediately began to move against him.
She slid her legs up his side and hooked it around his back. He took two happy handfuls of her bouncing, rotating ass, and pumped into her vigorously.
They both came.
As she said good-bye to him later, she asked him when he would be in Germany again. He told her he didn't know if he would ever have the opportunity to return, but added that he hoped so.
She said, "If you do, be sure to call me."
He protested, "But Herr Schroeder paid for the party last night. I'm sure I wouldn't be able to afford a date with you."
"No charge, Bobby baby," she said as she gave him a peck on the lips. "To you, I'm free any time."
She gave rum her telephone number and left.
Bob wasn't sure but that this was part of Herr Schroeder's way of making him feel good. Perhaps Gerda had been instructed to say what she had. But he wanted to think she had said it on her own, and meant it. This was the explanation which his ego bought.
During the flight back to The States, most of Bob's time was monopolized by business conversations with his associates. They had learned a lot in Germany which had to be kicked about verbally and digested in preparation for the writing of the reports which they would be expected to furnish on their return to the home office.
But Bob had a few free moments, and during these he suffered mentally over what he had done with Schroeder's playgirls and considered the effect this might have upon his marriage. He had read enough psychology to know that guilt could manifest itself in odd and highly destructive ways. Also, there was the fact that he had enjoyed himself a great deal with Helga and Gerda. Did this mean he wouldn't be satisfied with just one woman from now on-even Nancy, the woman he loved?
God, how could he face her?