GERMANIC
A Novel by K’Anne Meinel
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Copyright © K’Anne Meinel October 2011
GERMANIC
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Being ‘outed’ in front of my family was not in my plans. It certainly wasn’t a fun way to spend this Saturday. It certainly was a surprise to all of us but especially to me as I had thought that my being a lesbian was a carefully guarded secret, not that some of them hadn’t suspected from time to time but it was more of a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ type of situation. Maybe I should go a little farther back though and explain from the beginning...
I was bored, simply bored. For years I had played at being the quintessential housewife and mother. I so wasn’t either but I played at it. My sons were grown, now in colleges of their choices, my marriage had disappeared years ago, and I was running my husband’s companies which I hated in the first place. It was time for a change. Since my husband hadn’t lived with us in say seven years now I started divorce proceedings based on abandonment. I asked for everything. The lawyers said I would be lucky to get half. Wisconsin you see is a no-fault state. Everything is split down the middle. Since the middle was part of my contribution I felt I should get it all. Caleb had done nothing to contribute but be there at the beginning, part of the insemination process, and just when I was building up something for us; he took the money and ran. It wasn’t just me that he abandoned though. He abandoned two little boys that needed him, needed a male figure in their life, and needed a father. They didn’t get any of that and I did the best I could to make it up to them. I made sure each had a trust fund so they could go to college and start out debt-free. I made sure their father or as I now refer to him the ‘sperm donor’ couldn’t touch those sacred funds, because we all knew he would, if he could.
It took forever and a sympathetic judge but I got him on abandonment. He left us, he left the houses, he left the cars, and he left the businesses. I got it all when I was finished with the courts. I then proceeded to sell it all one piece at a time. It was quite a chunk of change if I do say so myself. I kept a house here in town so the boys had somewhere to escape to when they came ‘home’ to town. It also allowed me to store those things I had inherited from my side of the family. Caleb’ things I gave away, sold, or burned. I no longer cared and I certainly wasn’t going to store them indefinitely until he came out from under some rock. The really sad part for me, he didn’t know how badly I had screwed him in the divorce, he might never know. If he knew how much I got alone for the companies I had built up he would have been on my doorstep in a heartbeat hand held out and expecting his ‘fair share.’ Thank goodness none of the newspaper advertisements I had to place had gotten him to show up for the divorce. Yes, I could have hired a private investigator to look for him, but at this point, and given how much I stood to have after the divorce, why should I? He didn’t deserve the courtesy of giving him half the wealth I had accumulated for both of us. I’d done the hard work, why should he benefit from it in any way?
I invested the funds in a way that would support me very nicely the rest of my life with room to play. Quite a lot of room to play when I wished, I decided it was time for me to play. I hadn’t been many places in this country but growing up in Oconomowoc, Wisconsin I knew there was a whole new world out there for me and I was going to find it. I applied for a passport, got a few new credit cards-just in case, and I subscribed to a phone that had international capabilities. I set up automatic payment for my phone, for my credit cards, for my gas, power, and electric and I was ready to go. But where to go?
Back in the dinosaur age, better known as the high school years I took 3 1/2 years of student German. I had family in Germany. Some I had even met. Maybe it was time to go back to my roots. Nothing was keeping me here, so why the hell not? In reflecting out the window as I flew out of my country and on to my future, I realized the woman next to me was kind of grossing me out. It was that she had a bit of body odor. Okay, okay, you think I’m exaggerating? We had cows back in Wisconsin that smelled sweeter. I was miserable and never so glad to touch down in Germany as I was. I felt like screaming ‘let me outta here, let me outta here’ but no, I played the sophisticate and calmly followed the herd out of the plane.
As I read the signs (thank goodness they were in both German and English and was that French?), I found the way to the baggage area and collected my two cases. Turning around I could see where people were being met but I had to go through customs first. I bravely stepped up to the line. The clerk was very helpful and spoke English (thank God, I wasn’t ready to try out my very bad student German). I told her I was here for a visit with my family, had nothing to declare (I didn’t watch TV shows for nothing) and I expected to be here for a month. She kinda laughed at me but I guess I looked and acted okay, she stamped my passport and I could go through.
Holding up a sign was a woman that looked vaguely familiar. Since the sign read MEUNIER I had to assume it was not only for me but this was my cousin Mandy. It’s hard to tell since it’s been ten years since I saw her last and her Facebook picture doesn’t do her justice. I smiled as I walked up and said “Guten Tag Mandy!” (Good Day or Hello Mandy).
“Analisa! Wie gehts?” (How are you?) She smiled. Mandy wasn’t a tall woman and considerably older than me. I wasn’t sure how she was related, I am not even sure she is blood, but somehow we are cousins, at least that’s the rumor. “How was your flight?”
“Ach, gut, aber ich bin mude.” (Good, however I am tired).
Mandy took the shoulder bag that held suits and dresses and some shoes and I followed her with my larger bag outside to a parking garage. Nothing different here except for the signs. We were soon driving in traffic, which was just as bad as anywhere else I might add! Alarming but I was sure I would get used to it in time. I was surprised though that the steering wheel was on the left side and not the right like I was expecting, didn’t they all drive on the opposite sides here in Europe? Apparently not here in Germany. Apparently it’s a British thing, but I didn’t learn that until later.
It took about an hour to get to Tante Dorla’s house. She was staying with my Onkel Friedrich and his family. She was the matriarch of my family. She really isn’t just an Aunt but my Great Aunt. My grandfather’s youngest sister and at nearly 90 quite a spitfire. I hadn’t seen her in nearly 30 years. Amazing but she really hadn’t changed much. She was shorter of course, grayer too, but still the robust woman I remembered from years ago. I didn’t think I had changed much either but she couldn’t tell me enough how lovely I looked, how beautiful I had become, what an honor it was to have me as their guest.
I got to meet about fifty relatives that day alone. Like I was going to remember any of them! Onkel Friedrich was actually Dorle’s nephew. One of my Great Uncle’s son’s. So technically Friedrich was a cousin. It was all very confusing but I pretended to understand. I just kept pleading, “nicht so schnell, nicht so schnell” (not so fast) when people spoke to me. It got so they spoke to me like I was some frigging idiot they spoke so slow but I didn’t mind. Enough knew a few words of English that we got along fairly well.
The room they stuck me in was under the roof so I had to watch my head getting in and out of bed. I was grateful to stay with the relatives and thought this was a good way to get to know the language. I could have afforded to stay in the best hotels but I wasn’t a frivolous kind of person. Besides, I suspect the family would have been insulted had I not stayed with them.
The family was great about showing me about the immediate vicinity. I was in Bavaria near the Czechoslovakian border. How many trees do you want to see? Actually, the landscape wasn’t that different from Wisconsin. I’d been all over there as well and so far, no surprises. What I really wanted to see was the castles, the old houses, the cities, the tourist destinations. No one seemed to want to see those though and I was kind of stuck. I didn’t have a clue how or where to rent a car around here and I certainly didn’t want to insult the family but after a month of listening and learning very little I was a bit bored. Yes, I liked seeing the cemetery where ancestors of mine had been buried for centuries, but not every week. Yes, it was interesting the little shops in the village. But was that all? The linen factory that most of the family had worked in was boarded up and most people commuted to the cities to work now so that left me with a lot of free time on my hands.
My Onkel Friedrich had a son and I think ‘little’ Friedrich was what saved me. He must have sensed my unease. Friedrich II or Rich (pronounced Rick) was twenty something and he invited me out to a discotheque. Well I got the translation of that really easily so I dressed up for a night out on the town. As the family hadn’t seen me in anything but slacks, or jeans, and blouses they were amazed at the dress I pulled out and the make-up I put on. I know, I look totally different when I’m made up. I clean up good. Rich must have appreciated it as his eyes nearly bugged out of his head as I came down the narrow farmhouse stairs and into the kitchen in my heels. I asked if this was too much for a night dancing and he rushed to assure me it wasn’t. I could sense Aunt Gussie didn’t approve but Dorle thought I looked sharp. I smiled my thanks.
It took us forty-five minutes to make it to the city with Rich driving. I might add it was a good thing that his Peugeot had ‘oh Jesus’ hand grips because I was using them! What a maniac! There was a line to get into the club and Rich knew the doorman, which was a good thing as I didn’t want to stand in line in 3” heels. The doorman appreciated my looks too, I could tell. I’m not conceited or anything but as I’ve grown more mature, I’ve gotten better looking. I think I was a late bloomer but as I’ve gotten older, I have gotten prettier. I can say that because I know what the mirror tells me. I certainly don’t look my age and the few white hairs (I don’t gray) look blonde so I can pass for 10 or more years younger on a good day. Today was a good day. I don’t know if was the fact that we were getting ‘out’ or that I took a bit of a hike today but my colors were all right tonight even without the added makeup.
The place was jumping! Wow! It wasn’t just for twenty-something’s either. I was relieved at that. I didn’t want to be the oldest broad in the joint. There were men and women in their 30’s, 40’s, and a few older, a couple of men who were stuck in the 70’s look with the open to the navel silk shirt and the chains. Those have got to hurt when they pull the chest hairs!
Rich was well known apparently and I found myself surrounded by happy go lucky people. I couldn’t remember all their names but he kept introducing me as his “cousine’ Ana” it was flattering almost like being introduced as royalty. I asked for a drink and soon had some hard tasting stuff shoved into my hand. German’s I notice drink a lot different than Americans. Their beers are darker, their alcohol harder. I gulped whatever the vile tasting stuff was so I didn’t have to worry about it. I thought for a minute it was going to come back up but it warmed me immediately. My head was swimming in minutes and I felt wonderful. The watering of my eyes I didn’t even notice immediately but Rich’s friend Peter did and we shared a laugh.
Everyone went to dance and I joined in. Soon it got too hot for the jacket I had on over my dress and I didn’t want to carry my purse either. Rich gave both to the bartender to watch for us as we grooved to the beat. It was exhilarating. It amazed me how many ‘American’ songs they played here in English. My new friends were singing at the top of their lungs, having no idea what the words meant. The few in German were just as great to dance to but as my German was so faulty I didn’t sing to them. My new friends loved that I was ‘American’ and could ask me about their songs, like I was some authority on the subject.
We were sitting out after dancing several songs in a row when Rich suddenly stood up. Someone had come up behind me and I turned to see who. A dishwater blonde with the curliest hair, it must be a perm, with neo-classical features and the most amazing golden eyes stood there. She was assessing me as much as I was looking at her. She was nicely put together.
“Ana, das heisst Lydia Von Horn, Lydia das heisst meine cousine Ana Meunier von America.” Rich introduced us. He made the ‘von America’ sound like part of my last name as Von Horn was hers.
The blonde held out her hand and I shook it warmly. “Guten abend Frau Von Horn” I said in my student German.
She was instantly amused “du kannst sagen Lydia und ich sage Ana, okay?” she smiled. What a smile too! Perfectly even and brilliantly white teeth. Wow!
I smiled. I knew my German sucked but oh well. Take me as I am. It had to of improved in the month since I had been living in Germany so in my mind it had been awful before.
Rich was there though and asked Lydia, or at least I think he asked her where she had been? She answered so quickly that I only got a word here and there but I took it that she had been traveling. She tried to include me but at my blank looks she must have realized that I didn’t comprehend most of what was being said.
Just then Peter and a few others came over to haul us back out on the dance floor. Somehow Lydia got swept up with us all and I found myself dancing not only with Rich but Lydia, Peter, and a few others. It was a blast. I was having the most fun since I had come to Germany. Too soon it seemed the music died to a couple’s only dance and as I was tired, had a thin sheen of sweat on my skin, and was dying of thirst I headed for the bar.
Signaling the bartender I asked in my halting German “Haben sie Corona Bier?”
He looked hard at me for a moment not sure of my accent and I repeated my request slowly. He glanced sideways for a moment and thought and then his face lit up and he headed for the cooler. Rummaging in it he came out with a Corona Beer. I was relieved!
Handing him my Euro’s I had no idea how much beer would cost I asked “can ich habe ein mehr Corona bitte?” He nodded and brought me another. I was set.
Turning I was surprised to see Lydia at my elbow watching the whole transaction. She was definitely amused. Offering her the second Corona she accepted. I looked around for my cousin and friend and saw they had all paired up on the dance floor.
“Sind sie auf Deutschland lange?” Lydia asked.
I understood that! It always worried me that I would get stuck and not understand enough to get out of a conversation and out of trouble. “Ich bin auf Deutschland for eine monat jetz” I responded hoping I was getting the syntax or the words correct, telling her I had been in Germany for one month now. I could tell by her expression she understood enough of my mangled response.
“Wo wohnst du auf Deautschland?” She was looking deeply into my eyes trying to convey something other than asking where I was living but as the lighting was not the best I just wasn’t getting it.
“Ich wohne mit meine familie, my cousin, Onkel, und Tante auf Hammerbruke” I told her that I lived with my family in Hammerbruke.
Between us we managed to understand enough that she told me she too lived near Hammerbruke. She was familiar with my family. She offered to take me sight-seeing if I was interested. I don’t know if was because I was sick of staying at the farmhouse and my family wasn’t taking me many places but I was answering an emphatic “Ja” before I knew it. She seemed amused but at the same time intrigued. I was getting a vibe from her but not sure with the language barrier if I was really feeling it.
We all danced late into the night and I had a good time. Lydia stayed with us and drank with us just like part of the gang. She too was older than my cousin’s crowd I’d say in her mid-30’s but it didn’t matter here, age wasn’t an issue. The guys were like horny guys anywhere, the girls like girls anywhere. I myself wasn’t a bar fly so this foray into the disco night life was an anomaly and I was enjoying it. I soon found myself buying beer and drinks for both Lydia and Rich. He seemed amused when I cut him off at about 2am. We didn’t leave until 4 but I didn’t want to be splattered against some farmer’s wall out in the middle of nowhere.
Lydia promised to stop by in the coming days and we drove back to my Onkel’s and Tante’s farmhouse. It was amazing how these farmhouses were in town but I suppose like anywhere else it just builds up around them and the farm was long gone. We dropped Peter off and he and Rich seemed to have laughing attacks for a while until Peter was gone. I didn’t understand it. After Peter was left off though Rich seemed to try to be telling me something.
“Lydia mag sie” (Lydia likes you) he told me.
Thinking hard to what that meant I tried to translate. My family had become familiar with my shrug and shaking of the head, the vacant look in my eyes telling them I didn’t understand.
“Lydia angezogen wird, sie” he tried to tell me.
Still no response from me, I lifted an eyebrow to indicate I was listening but I suppose in the darkness of the car it was lost on him.
“Lydia ist interessiert an Sie” (Lydia is interested in you) he tried again.
“Rich, Ich verstande nicht” I replied although I was starting to get an inkling of what he was trying to tell me. A couple of the words he had said made sense to my brain.
Rich sighed deeply and tried once more “Lydia ist eine lesbierin” (Lydia is a lesbian).
THAT I got! “Ah, vielen dank” I answered. Thanks a lot, what could I say? Me too? My family didn’t know I was and I wasn’t about to tell them. I was on holiday here, vacationing, seeing the world, although I hadn’t seen much, they didn’t need to know my bedroom escapades.
Rich gave up after that. He must have thought I was really obtuse and I didn’t correct that image. His information though relieved me. The interest I had sensed from Lydia and my own at least gave me hope. I hated it when I was interested in a woman and it wasn’t returned or we missed the cues. I almost wished there was a secret handshake or something to indicate. I wasn’t obvious. In fact I probably looked like the last woman who you would guess was gay. I’m 5’6” with long flowing red hair with darker brown streaks and a narrow face with well-defined cheekbones and a narrow nose. Saying it like that doesn’t sound attractive but I’m pleased with the package. I look good as I mentioned before and it only gets better. That Lydia had been attracted now all made sense and gave me hope. This might prove interesting.
To say I was surprised to see Lydia on the doorstep of the farmhouse the next day was an understatement. Onkel Friedrich invited her in of course. She was dressed moderately in a dress and heels, totally inappropriate for a farmhouse for my family were simple people. Tante Dorle welcomed Lydia like an old friend and they were soon chatting. Rich looked at me speculatively and grinned. I ignored the innuendo and tried to follow the conversation. After a prerequisite snack with drinks being offered Lydia indicated she was here to take me sight-seeing. I got that part and excused myself to go change. If Lydia was dressed as she was I certainly wasn’t going out in jeans and a blouse.
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.
As I came down from my first orgasm I quickly turned the tables on her. I couldn’t wait to cause the same sensations in her that she caused in me. I don’t know what other lovers she had had but I could somehow sense she was used to taking what she wanted and not being given what she needed or deserved. I showed her a difference. I slowed down and took care of her needs. As her excitement built I could tell by her frantic body motions that she wouldn’t be able to stand any more teasing very long. I deliberately began to play with her wetness my fingers plunging inside suggestively, my thumb playing on her clit. I began to kiss down her neck flicking with my tongue as I headed for her nipple. It has been my experience that most right handed women, I had noticed Lydia was right handed, had extra sensitive right nipples. I wasn’t wrong this time. As I had also noticed most women who were right handed were more sensitive on the right side of their clit I had also found it wasn’t a fail-safe. To maximize her enjoyment and create a tease I gently rubbed her clit all around with my thumb in a circular motion. It was driving her wild and I could tell by her panting that she was near to cumming. I ground my own crotch against her thigh as my own legs captured one of hers between mine. My hip nudged against the hand I had between her legs. The combination drove her over the edge. I reveled in the hoarse little cries coming from her as she came and came and came. I was surprised at how long it lasted but was pleased that I had caused it in her. Holding her close I calmed her with my body as she came down slowly. I was really pleased with myself and kissed her longingly. It would have started again and I could feel my own need except someone knocked on the door. Startled we shared a look before I leapt off the bed and grabbed a hotel robe.
Answering the door I called “Ja kann ich helfen sie? Wo ist dort?” I’m sure I didn’t have the right words but they got my drift.
“Ana, Onkel sagt wir gehen in eine uhr ist das okay mit ihn?” It was my Tante, who I suspect might be on to me...
“Ja, eine uhr is gut, sehen sie!” I had one hour to get ready for another night of thirty something men. I was NOT looking forward to it.
Turning around I saw an amused Lydia lying in my bed. She looked eminently jumpable. Damn, I wished I had the time but I had to wash my hair and get ready. My hair would take at least half an hour with drying time. I can’t tell you how I regretted that I had to leave that beautiful woman lying in my bed. She lay there with her hair mussed up and leaning on her elbows watching me with her amazing golden eyes sparkling.
“Ich muss ah, sheisse” I couldn’t remember the words in German, I resorted to swearing. This amused Lydia more.
Carefully she got out of the bed giving me a wonderful view of her naked body. I could feel the jolt of desire from my toes on up. I must have given her a look because she froze in the act of gathering her clothes. I headed directly for her and gave her quite a kiss. She responded instantly. I was regretful that I had to end it especially because she was already naked in my arms. Damn, damn, damn. She smiled her regret and said something like ‘spater’ I don’t really remember because my mind was filled with lust for this woman.
She had to of heard my Tante so I knew I couldn’t waste time. Instead I picked up my own clothes and threw them on a chair as she dressed. I helped where I could but I wanted to be taking things off and that wasn’t conducive to the current situation. Finally though she was dressed and herself looking regretful I let her out of my room.
I met the most delightful American at the club. My young friend Rich introduced me to her. She has no idea how beautiful she was with her wide green eyes, red brown hair that invites you to play with the wild mass, her carriage and posture are a delight to the eye. I wonder if she realizes how attracted I am to her. I am sure that Rich or Peter told her I am a lesbian. I have never hidden it. Everyone knows me. Her delightful accent and atrocious attempts at German fascinate me. I liked that she didn’t stick to our German drinks and instead boldly asked for a Corona. A Corona here in Germany? I was amazed that the bartender found any. I was surprised as she that we had not only one but two? She didn’t realize how exciting I found her as she got a sheen of sweat over that delightful body from dancing. I wanted to ask her to dance when the slower music came on but that would have given up the game. I don’t think the boys know that our delightful little ‘Ana’ is a lesbian. Maybe she is a bi-sexual but I don’t think I am reading the signs wrong. There is definite interest.
The surprise on the Meunier household that I would come calling was amusing to me. Everyone knows me, they cannot help it. My family is well known in the district. I am amazed that no one has explained it to the American but then they can be so delightfully obtuse. I am enjoying playing chauffeur to my new friend. I borrowed the gardener’s old Mercedes. That thing is really a piece of junk. Ana though is lovely in her excitement to see things. That glass shop was truly an inspiration for me. Where I wanted to take her was to my bed but moving too quickly would put a crimp in my plans. I don’t want this one to get away. The language barrier is bad enough but from what I understand of her I really want to get to know her better.
Her genuine appreciation for the old glass blower and his creations astounded me. She didn’t hesitate to purchase what she wanted once she realized they would ship it to America for her. I wonder if she realized how much she spent? I’m amused that she insisted on paying for our meals since I was driving. Stopping outside of town I was inspired and pleased with how that turned out. It certainly signaled my intentions. Her response though, WOW, incredible.
I didn’t want her to realize about the stables so I took her in the back way. ‘Renting’ them seemed the easiest way to let her assume. With the language barrier it made it easier to deceive her but I want to make a clean breast of things as soon as possible. It could get out of control so easily. I don’t want her angered or hurt by a lie. Damn I wanted her. She’s ripe for the loving. That stall was not a good choice. I could feel the straw through my clothes. Damn bad timing.
What do you mean she’s gone? I couldn’t believe it when Friedrich told me she was gone with his Onkel. They went to Munich? Well that’s fine, I could find something to do in Munich on business for a few days. She hadn’t mentioned she was going there but maybe she didn’t know. As I went about my business for a few days I realized her Onkel and Tante must travel in different circles, I had no idea where to look and I certainly couldn’t go around to hotels asking for that hot American. I must have been really dull to my dinner companions and business associates. I have no idea what we talked about nor did I care. I was thinking way too much about the American. She really had gotten under my skin. How in the world had that happened and so fast?
Oh my God. Ana is here! I can’t believe my eyes, she looks incredible. She noticed me! Halleluah! Quickly I concluded the business I had with my two associates and dismissed them. I was happy to see Ana’s Tante and Onkel leave the table and head in the opposite direction from me, no point in them seeing me or the game is up. I know her Onkel Friedrich was on to me and Tante Dorle certainly knew I have designs on her niece. I must seem predatory to them but then I know what I want in life and I go after it, what’s wrong with that? Here she comes. Wow, she has a hell of a walk, I’d recognize it anywhere, I wonder if she even realizes it, it’s sexy and the way it makes her hips move, wow? I could look at her all day but I have to be careful not to make her uncomfortable.
Sightseeing again? She wants to play tourist? What a novel idea. I don’t think I’ve been other than self motivated in a long time. What a delightful time. The guides really know their stuff and by speaking both German and English they have caught their key audience. I must remember that. I wonder what Ana would do if I took her hand as we walk back to the hotel. She doesn’t seem to mind or for that matter be aware of it. No one really notices us as we walk across to the elevators and go up together, I’m grateful for that. Damn, I can’t wait to taste this woman again. Her perfume makes me want to jump her bones and devour her body in the elevator. She starts to tell me about her Onkel’s plan to introduce her to ‘eligible’ men in Munich. I’m surprised at my jealousy. I don’t know her well enough for that but I can at least stake my claim. Kissing her was all I intended but my baser instincts got the better of me and I found myself in her room making love to her. After a brief tussle to determine who would go first I was glad to win she excited me so I wanted the exquisite pain of having her and denying my body to go on a while. Although I am not naive enough that we couldn’t have had a mutual orgasm, I want, I need to hear hers first. She is so hot, oh my god, I am so excited. Her screams were not feigned and I covered her mouth to avoid embarrassment, we didn’t need someone knocking down the door at this moment.
I was surprised though at the degree of tenderness she showed me in return. I am used to being in control of my body and the situations with my past lovers this I haven’t experienced in a long time. She really seems to care about what she is doing, I sense I have to let go of my control and let her have her way with my body or I won’t enjoy this as much as I should. My enjoyment in absolute control has totally slipped; I am not used to this, this tenderness, this caring, this exquisite torture. I am amazed at my body’s reaction. If my mind hadn’t let things go I would never have been allowed to enjoy this like I am. When is the last time a lover let me go instead of making me do my own work? It had been so long that I can’t remember. She isn’t the novice I expected from her shy demeanor, she is playing my body very well. She is holding me afterwards, what a lovely gesture, it feels so very good. I can tell she isn’t finished though by her kiss, this could start again, this could go on for a while and I don’t object at the thought. The knock on the door alarmed and amused me given the thoughts that I had about the screams earlier. I scoot under the sheets just in case.