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Introduction:

Let's call it a... German affair...
GRETA

WARNING: English is NOT my first language – I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory.
All the names and/or places may have been changed, due to privacy reasons.

It's my first day at the sea side.
I have arrived yesterday evening, and took a taxi from the railway station, that has brought me at the hotel.
Since, this time of the year, it seems that all the Germans, both from the democratic and the capitalist areas, have decided to peacefully occupy Mamaia, my only choice was The Palace Hotel, in Constanta...

The receptionist, who so happens to know me, excuses himself for not having a room with a view at the sea side...
What the heck! As if I have come here to sit on a chair, on the balcony, and admire the view...

I cannot tell what has happened, but, all night, I just couldn't sleep...
Was it because of the food that I have eaten so late in the evening at the restaurant of the hotel, was it because of some neighbors who, all night long, have made themselves very busy drinking and fucking, the woman shouting as if she's been stabbed, not just fucked, I cannot tell...

Anyway, here I am,at eight o'clock in the morning, with a large towel, on the beach in front of the hotel.
The water is freezing cold, but I just force myself to bathe for less than a minute, than run back at my towel, frantically moving all my limps, trying to get some warmth into my frozen body...
I than just lay on the towel, ordering myself not to fall asleep.
I don't want to let the sun make me a joke, burning my skin for a while...
I just lay on my back, with my eyes closed, than, after about five minutes, I turn on my belly, and so on...

Suddenly, I jump, startled by a female voice saying “Bitte”, and I cannot reproduce what else, since German is a really very, but veeeeery foreign language to me...

I just know the meaning of guten morgen, guten tag, guten abent, bitte, danke, ein zwei drei, Mein Got, Shoppenhauer, and a few other writers and philosophers...
It takes me only a few seconds to get used with the sun, than, seeing the unlit cigarette in her hand, I search for the lighter and oblige.
She says:
“Danke schon!”
I say:
“Bitte schon!”
And she's gone, a few meters away from my towel.

I must confess that I am fascinated by her Arian blue eyes, her dark blond hair, falling on her shoulders, by her black two pieces swimming suit letting me see her thighs, ass cheeks, and boobs, with some huge nipples trying to drill through the fabric of her bra, her perfectly maintained heels, and her so clean and cared for, toes, with polished nails...

The only problem is the height, but, from my vast experience, that wouldn't be a real problem – I'm bragging, ain't I?
She seems to be very short, but... perfectly proportioned...
My fucking dirty mind is already seeing me on my back, while this beauty is riding my dick, shouting in the language that I can only whistle, “Ja, Ja, Jaaaaaa!”

I take care not to close my eyes anymore...
After half an hour, while nothing happens, a German looking girl appears and gets close to my target.
She just lays the towel on the sand, than the girls start speaking, rather loud, but in that darn language.
I am now on my belly, grab a cigarette, and light it.
The short girl sees me, and probably the Pavlovian mechanism makes her grab a cigarette from her purse, and jumps up, preparing herself to come towards me.

This time, I am prepared, so that I also jump, with the lighter in my hand, approach her, and offer her a light.
Gosh! How little she can be! She barely reaches my shoulder!
But... she's sooooo sexy!...
She smiles at me, thanks me, but, this time, I just ask:
“Do you speak English?”

She doesn't answer, but turns towards her friend, speaking in that darn German language, than makes me a sign to follow her.
Her friend, obviously older, speaks a little of English, so that we introduce ourselves.
She is Undine, or... is it Untine?!?
My target's name is... Greta.

Honestly, I wouldn't mind having an affair with Undine, also, but life has taught me that if you go hunting, it's much better to focus on only one target.
One at a time, man, one at a time!

I find out that they are, in fact, relatives, cousins, Undine being from the democratic area, while Greta is living on the other side of the wall...
Heck! Awkward situation!
I've heard about this stuff, but have never had the chance to meet some people who are actually living this drama...

Undine is really having a difficult time trying to be the translator for her cousin and for me, until, I don't remember how come, I just mention that it so happens that I also do speak French and Italian...

Huge surprise!
It so happens that Greta's father is... Italian!
She starts speaking in Italian as if someone has sticked a burning match up her arse...

She is now the translator, and it clearly seems to be much better at it than her cousin...
After less than twenty minutes, my tongue seems to be unknotted, so that I'm fluently speaking the bloody Italian, having lots of fun, and sharing various things with the two young ladies...

We are all having a good time, bathing from time to time, than just letting our bodies get dry under the burning sun...
At noon, the girls check their watches, and inform me that they need to go, since they have to eat.
I take the liberty to ask them if, instead, they wouldn't like to accept my invitation and let me take them to a very well known and reknown restaurant, with exquisite foods and stuff...

They do have a short, but alert conversation in German, than Undine tells me in English that she needs to meet someone at their hotel, so that she cannot accept my invitation, but that I can take, if I wish, Greta with me, under the condition that we all meet again, at six o'clock, sharp, at the entrance of this beach...

After I mention that things are all right, from my point of view, they have another exchange of German phrases, than Undine stands up, grabs her things, and leaves us...
Greta feels the need to explain that Undine has met a guy, and that she wants to see him again, since, who knows, maybe she can find a way to cross the bloody wall that separates the two areas of the same country...

Shit, shit, shit!
“Why didn't you say so?!?”
I ask Greta to grab her things, since I want to ask Undine to invite the guy to come with us!

Here we are, practically running to get back in touch with Undine.
Greta knows the way, she knows that Undine won't take a taxi or something, so that after ten minutes we can see her from behind, and start yelling:
“Undine, Undine, Undine!”

She stops, startled, but, after approaching her, Greta starts explaining our proposal...
We reach at their hotel, where, in front, smoking from a pipe, a guy in his very early thirties, bearded as a pirate, looks enthusiastic seeing Undine.

They all start speaking in German, making me feel like a dog, but I simply resist the temptation to start licking their faces...

Suddenly, Greta realizes that I have become an outsider, so that she tells me that they have all agreed to accept my invitation, but under the condition that Kurt, Undine's partner, will be paying the bill...

Shit! I do have a pride, and I also do have an idea of how these people are thinking and seeing us, Romanians, so that I simply come with a counter proposition:
“We split the bill value in two equal parts!”

They look at each other for a few moments, than Kurt says:
“Ja, ja, OK!”

I wave my hand to a taxi, and, in less than a half of an hour we are at the restaurant.
It's name is very suggestive, and Kurt's beard is totally adequated.

The restaurant is named “The Inn Of The Pirates”.

All the male personnel is wearing beards, natural or fake, dressed in some leather clothes, inspiring the clothes of the sea wolves...

The menu is not a problem, since it's written in Romanian, English, German, French and Italian...
When I give my order in Romanian, the waiter jumps, startled, but just takes his notes and leaves...

My portion of food is junk, trash, unedible...
The portions of the three companions of mine are exquisite...
I take a very, but veeeery attentive look at the waiter.
He notices me looking at him, and somewhat aggressively, comes towards me, asking me if I need something...

I just smile at him, promising him that, one of these days I shall be back...
He balances a little his hips, but, finally, he takes the wise decision and leaves...

To my pleasant surprise, the bill is brought by another waiter.
This one is dressed in the classical uniform, and shows me lots of consideration, especially when he sees that half of the bill is paid from my wallet...

I shall try to be very brief here – I have satisfied my military service in Constanta, and it so happens that the commander of the unit has remained a very good friend of mine.
Every time I come to Constanta, I give him a call, visit him and his family, and so on...
Greta, or no Greta, tomorrow evening I shall invite him and his wife at this same restaurant...

I'm just curious to see the waiter's face, when he will see me at the same table with the chief in command of the border military force of the area...

Now, back to the present moment.
We leave the place, and, I really don't know what has happened to Undine and Kurt, but I'm afraid that they just won't have the patience to arrive between some walls...
They kiss like desperados, while he's grabbing her ass, and she's grabbing his dick through his pants...
Gosh! We do need to find a taxi, and quick!
Luckily, the cars are expecting, so that we jump into the first and give the driver the address.
I have had the inspiration to make Greta sit between the two pigeons...
As soon as we arrive at the hotel, the two pigeons say good bye, and leave the taxi, running inside the hotel.
I give the driver the address of my hotel, and... there we are...

The lady receptionist, also knowing me so well, gives me the key of my room, and winks at me...
I wink back, thanking her...
Normally, we aren't aloud to bring into the hotel unregistered tourists, but, what the heck, we are all human beings...

Greta excuses herself, telling me that she needs to use the toilet, than she needs to take a shower.
I invite her to take her time, and I sit on an arm chair...

After less than five minutes, I can see Greta completely naked, coming into the room, and asking me where she can put her things.
I just show her the wardrobe, trying so hard to do not jump at her...
She gets back into the bathroom, and I can hear the shower...

Greta gets out from the shower, stark naked, and grabs a cigarette from her purse.
I explain that I shall also take a shower, since, after today's baths in the sea, I must be real salty...
She grabs me by my hand, smiling, and telling me that it will be her pleasure to lick my salt away...

I let her know that, still, I feel the urge to pee...
She lets me go then, so that I just pee, and quickly wash my dick with some water at the sink...

When I enter the room, Greta is sitting on an arm chair, making me the classical sign to approach.
She unbuckles my belt, making her hands busy with my zipper...

I go one step away and get myself naked, than come and face her again...
My semi erect dick clearly impresses her, but this doesn't stop her to grab me by it's base, and make me get much closer to her.
She leaves the cigarette in the ashtray, than takes the cigar, sucking it, licking it, while her hand is gently stroking it...
She suddenly leaves my dick in the air, and licks my belly, just above my pubes, making me jump...
Than, frowning, she looks directly in my eyes:
“Liar! You've washed it!”...

What can I say? I'm as guilty as charged...
“Yes, but... I haven't used soap or shampoo. Only some water”...

Suddenly, she jumps on her feet, pushes me on the bed, and starts licking my neck, my chest, my belly, tickling me, tormenting me, than down she is, between my legs, licking my balls, than behind them, than my ass hole, than my inner thighs...

My erection is almost painful by now, but the torment isn't over.
She makes me lay on my belly, than she starts licking the vertebrae of my spine, each and every one...
When she reaches my neck, she makes me turn, again, on my back, than repeats the tormenting treat, until she reaches my throbbing dick.

She sucks and licks it a little, using lots of saliva, than, all of a sudden, she's straddling me, making my dick head enter her fucking cunt with an ease that surprises me.
She's in complete control, riding me with expertly trained moves.
In less than five minutes, she's done.

The moment she orgasms, she just lets herself fall, impaled, getting her cervix smashed, pushed, by my dick head...
It's clear that we both enjoy the moment, than she bends and embraces me, telling me something in German...
She quickly realizes her error, and gets back to Italian:
“Dio mio!”...

I feel that it's time to take the lead, so that I make her lay on her back and start kissing her.
Her tongue is a real fighter, so that we “fight” for a few minutes, than I find her ear and start licking her deep down inside...
In no time she starts trembling again, this time telling me in Italian that she loves it...

When I reach her tits, she asks me to bite her, to eat her, to kill her.
Gosh! What a sweet beauty! How could I kill her?!?
But, honestly, I bite one of her nipples a little too hard, carried away by the waves of pleasure...
I don't escape unpunished.
She gets to my neck and starts sucking and biting it, surely leaving there a mark that, on the beach, will be impossible to hide...
So, finally, what the heck?
I just love what she's doing to me...

She feels that I'm close to finish, so that she tells me that there is no problem if I ejaculate into her womb, than she amplifies her milking so that in a few seconds I explode, holding her tight and sticking my dick far, far inside her fucking cunt...

I cannot tell how long we just stay like that, embracing and caressing each other.
Gosh, she's so sweet...
I gently let her lay on her back, and I lay beside her, caressing her hair, and relaxing...
I think about asking her to come with me and take a shower together, but, looking at her, and hearing her breathe, I realize that she has fallen asleep...

Her face is angelic, beautiful, with no worries...
I do what I do, and... fall asleep too.

In my dream, since I'm aware that I'm dreaming, a little kitten is on my chest and starts licking my neck, tickling me...
I jump a little, waking up, and see Greta's hair brushing my chest, while her tongue is licking every centimeter of skin that she encounters with her mouth...

I start caressing her hair.
She stops, looks at me, smiling, than she gets back to business, this time going down with an increased speed, to reach my dick...
I suddenly remember that after we've made love, I haven't had the chance to wash, but it seems that this simply doesn't bother her, since she's already licking my dick and my balls.

In only a few seconds, I'm ready to ride, and Greta grabs me by my hand, gets herself on her back and simply tells me:
“Dai, dai, vieni!”
When I get between her legs, they are already in the air, so that I just help her put the soles of her feet on my chest, letting my throbbing dick start it's journey inside her wonderful cunt...
In less than five minutes, she reaches the peak, trembling with pleasure, coating herself with perspiration, and breathing hard.

I keep on doing what I've been doing to her, sliding my dick in and out, pressing her clit with my pelvis, than sliding again...
She's clearly having problems taking me all inside her, but it also seems that she's enjoying the treat...

I cannot tell if it's been an hour since we've started, but, when I'm close, she senses it and grabs my hips with her hands, making me stay inside her, deeply impaled, and she starts shivering the same moment when I start pumping my sperm out of my system...
We are both coated in perspiration, happy and satisfied...

In the morning, at eight o'clock, we're already on the beach, when Undine comes, accompanied by Kurt, telling us that they are going to visit I don't remember what museum...
It's clear that they need to be only by themselves, which is fine with me, and, as it seems, fine with Greta too...
At noon, I accompany Greta at her hotel, and wait for her in the lobby, until she changes her clothes.
She comes back down carrying a somewhat large bag, with some additional clothes.
Now, I like it or not, I shall have to be her host.

No problem, since, anyway, when my parents rent a room for me, they always rent both beds, so that I cannot have any problems with the receptionists...

In the afternoon, I make a call to my ex commander, and explain to him that I am accompanied by a representative of the capitalist regime, so that I cannot pay him a visit at home...
We have some man to man fun about it, than, in the afternoon, we meet directly at the restaurant.

In just a few words I describe to him what has happened a day before, so that the guy stands up, goes to the bar, makes a call, than comes back.
He orders cognac for the ladies and whiskey for us, after changing the table for four with another one, for six, and, after less than half of an hour, he introduces me to two guys, the chief in charge with the hygiene, and the chief in charge with food safety...

I cannot describe to you the atmosphere in the restaurant...
The waiters are literally panicked.

The big boss with the hygiene asks for the waiter who has served me the day before to come at him, looks him in the eye, than tells him that the mistake that he's done yesterday must remain his only mistake, or else...
No other explanations, no nothing...
Late in the evening, totally trashed, from too much food, wine and booze, we just leave, taking three taxis.

The food has been exquisite, the drinks the same, and the bill was... ZERO!
Gosh! How nice it can be, sometimes, to have such friends...

At the hotel, I help Greta take off her clothes, than strip myself, and we quickly go to sleep.
We'll have enough time, in the morning, to do what it seems that we both love to do...

Unfortunately, after a week, Greta's stay in Romania reaches to the end, so that I accompany her to their special bus that will take her at the airport.
We kiss good bye, knowing, both of us, that, most probably, this is the last time when we see and touch each other.

After the revolution here, and the fall of the wall there, I've remembered about her, about her cousin, but, since I've never known their family names, any search would have been in vain - furthermore, I was already happily married.

THE END
2 comments

Ovid58Report

2013-01-06 07:22:28
I've read all the three parts, and I've given them positive votes, plus some comments.
Good work!

gordonjackxReport

2013-01-04 06:54:39
Well done - a great story and I think your English is just fine.
Please read my story "Eight" and give me your thoughts.
Thanks

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