It sounds strange to say now, but one of the best things that ever happened to me was getting drafted when I was nineteen years old. Viet Nam was still going on when I got drafted, but I lucked out and the Army posted me in Europe. While in Germany I was determined to travel every chance I got. I was nineteen and hungry for adventure. I drove deuce and a halfs for the Army so I got around Germany quite a bit on my 'job'.
The Oktoberfest in Munich is held each fall and the City dedicates a substantial park site to the blowout, which celebrates the end of harvest season. It’s an excuse for people to eat, get drunk, sing, dance, and laugh together.
Two buddies of mine were going to go with me and bowed out at the last minute. Although disappointed, I didn’t let that stop me and I made my arrangements with the American hotel in Berchtesgaden, a beautiful resort area nestled high in the mountains of Bavaria, a short train ride away from Munich.
After dropping off my gear at the hotel, I got to Munich for opening day festivities and caught the parade that runs through the City to the festival grounds. I had no idea where I was going so I just followed the parade that went right past the train depot. It was a sparkling crisp autumn day and the crowds along the sidewalk and streets were in a festive mood. I remember one young frauleine who was watching the parade while hanging out of an apartment window wearing a low cut dirndl. Her full bosom combined with her pretty blue-eyed blond features made me stop and stare. After awhile she noticed me admiring her and laughed and waved at me.
I was glad I decided to make the trip, even if I was by myself.
I made my way to the festival grounds and went from one large beer hall to another over the course of the afternoon and evening, falling into various groups and meeting people from all over the world. A group of Australians adopted me for a few hours and we had a grand time together until I made a pass at one of their girls and they diplomatically decided that we should best part ways. Shortly after that I found myself sitting with a “full bird” American Colonel and his teenage daughter. I left them behind after the daughter put her hand on my thigh under the table and squeezed me hard while I was talking to her father. Another diplomatic parting soon followed.
I was booked for three nights at the hotel, and I didn’t want to overdo it on my first night, so around 11 p.m. I headed back to the train station to take the train back to my hotel. I was one of the few people leaving Munich at that hour. I got on board and after walking about half the length of the train, I found a car that was empty. It’s about 150 kilometers from Munich to Berchtesgaden, a little more than a two hour trip, so I thought I would be able to catch some sleep on the train. The rocking movements on trains provide a subtle rock-a-bye motion that I have always found relaxing, and soon I nodded off, my head cradled into my jacket, leaning against the window of the carriage.
Shortly after leaving Munich, the train stopped at a German village with about 35 letters in its name, a long combination of vowels and syllables that looked like a marriage between a cough and a sneeze. I remember trying to sound out the pronunciation in my mind as I looked sleepily out the window at the station name. I couldn’t figure it. The train didn’t stop for long, a minute at most, and then started on its way again.
I was just dozing off again in my seat when the door to my carriage opened and a blond German girl walked in carrying a basket with both hands. She looked me over quickly and sort of half-smiled a greeting at me and then sat opposite me. She was young and pretty with long flaxen hair and was wearing a dark plaid skirt that ended several inches above her knees, with a solid white blouse that appeared to be a garment designed just for nursing mothers. She was short, probably no more than five feet tall and thin, except for her chest. Her breasts beneath her blouse were full, and I assumed she was the mother of the little tiny in the basket.
The baby fussed a little and the girl cooed and smiled at her, giving me the opening I needed to study mama’s face further. Her eyes were a light blue, the color of bluebells back home, and her cheeks had a natural rosiness to them. Her smile was wide and inviting and showed her white teeth, one of which was rebelling against the straightness of the others. She was deeply dimpled when she smiled, a trait that reminded me of my girlfriend back in the states, and her complexion was fair. She didn’t spend much time out of doors. Like many European women, she didn’t shave her legs, but the golden leg hair that formed a light fuzz on her thighs was not off-putting to me in the least. In fact, quite the opposite; I wondered what it would feel like to stroke it.
The train lurched a little starting out of the station, and the baby became more fidgety, waving its arms and making insistent noises at her mother. After a few more futile attempts trying to calm her, the mother looked at me and then, with a question in her voice, asked me, “das baby?”
I didn’t quite understand what she was going on about but nodded affirmatively and said, “Ja, ja," having no idea what she wanted.
She started unbuttoning the front side of her blouse and the lights came on in my beery brain… she was going to breastfeed the infant. I looked at the door of the carriage and back at her but she was busy with her preparations and didn’t notice my silent offer to leave. Then she unloosed her breast and I was transfixed, all thoughts of leaving the car having left me.
Her breast was larger than I imagined. Her nipple was erect, and her aureole was dark brown and encircled her nipple. The blue veins in her tit were laced against her white skin. The baby put a hand against the breast and pushed softly, giving me a sense of the soft firmness of mama’s tit. The baby suckled hungrily, and the mother leaned back, sighing and settling back into her seat as the baby quieted down and had dinner.
I had just enough beer in me to pretty much quell any inhibitions, so I remained engaged in the scene in front of me with more than a little fascination. As it was the middle of the night, the carriage and hall lights had dimmed as soon as the train left the station, save for some exit lights. The young mother fed her baby bathed in soft, indirect light. In that dimness, her white skin and her golden hair positively glowed. I couldn’t take my eyes off her; it was one of the loveliest moments I had ever observed. I felt my heart expand in the appreciation of everyday magic that beer sometimes produces in me.
The baby was making little mewling sounds, a sound of contentment that brought a smile to my face. I looked at the young mother and noted that her eyes were very relaxed and almost sleepy looking, and she was nonchalantly looking at me while her baby suckled. Her gaze was fixed considerably lower than my eyes, and it was then that I realized that I was sporting a fairly obvious hard-on. It must have happened when I dozed a bit prior to her arrival, and I had been so absorbed in the scene before me that I had not been aware of the state I was in.
I was wearing loose-fitting blue jeans that bunched up a bit in my crotch when I sat down. With my erect willy, the front of my jeans was presenting my package in a most complimentary fashion. My companion certainly seemed fascinated; she looked like she was trying to memorize the bulge my penis was making in my jeans. The look in her eyes made my cock grow even harder; I am not overly long in the shaft but I am thicker than most, and I found the situation erotic, dream-like, almost surreal. I made no effort to conceal my excitement from her. Her eyes, fixated on my crotch, had not budged since I noted her stare.
We went for several kilometers with that tableau set in place; she nursing her baby while staring languidly at my cock, which was now fully erect; and me, in an increasing state of sexual agitation, looking at her looking at me. The baby was making soft slurping sounds, sucking on her tit.
The train whistle blew and began to slow down for the next stop, a small hamlet at the foothills of the Bavarian mountains. The whistle snapped both of us out of our stupor and the girl looked into my eyes and blushed at the smile plastered on my face. She looked away, but only for a second, and then looked back at my eyes, smiled again, and once more dropped her gaze to my lap.
“Bold girl,” I thought to myself. She had silently communicated to me that she was enjoying the little game of sexual show and tell we were playing.
The baby coughed and the girl disengaged the baby from the breast and put her over one shoulder to burp her. Her breast was still uncovered and the area around the nipple wet from sucking. Her nipple was distended and very erect. She continued burping the baby while I stared at her breast. She made no attempt to conceal her naked breast from me. I looked up at her eyes and noticed her looking at me with a rather coy smile.
The lights on the train came on briefly as the train pulled into the station. I momentarily worried that some German hausfrau might shamble into our carriage, spoiling this most excellent train ride, but no one appeared. Soon the whistle blew and the train chugged out of the station, steadily picking up speed. The carriage lights dimmed again.
As soon as the lights dimmed, my blond temptress cooed at her baby a couple of times and then placed her gently back in the basket, covering her with a knitted pink blanket and turning the basket so the baby was facing the door of the carriage. A couple of gurgles came from the basket and then all was quiet again, except for the noise of the train as it negotiated noisily with the tracks.
The girl turned sideways and slowly, carefully, put her breast back into place underneath her blouse. I made an exaggerated sigh of disappointment at the disappearance of her breast. She looked at me when she heard me moan and the corners of her mouth curled up into a flirtatious smile.
She pointed at herself and said, “Anna."
I pointed at myself and said, “Billy."
Anna laughed and pointed at my crotch and said, “Horny Billy!”
I didn’t miss a beat in laughing and pointing at her and said, “Sexy Anna…” Her smile lit up the carriage and she giggled, clearly flirting with me.
It was then that I smelled pussy.
There are few odors as distinctive as that a woman makes when she gets sexually aroused. Anna’s smell was subtle, not what I would call pungent, and as soon as I caught my first whiff I knew where it came from and what it was. My cock throbbed in my pants when it identified the smell. What happened next would make the throbbing almost painful.
Anna smiled into my eyes and casually opened her legs to me. The white “v” of her panties was visible, and more than a few blond curls had escaped confinement and were peeking out at me. With her legs spread, she bent down and caressed her legs, starting about halfway up her calves and slowly, teasingly, moved upwards. From this leaning position, her face stared right at my crotch again, with that same coy smile on her face.
Her hands continued upward until she got to the hem of her skirt. She pulled the skirt up, bunching it around her hips, so that all of her legs and her pussy were exposed to me. Our eyes were alight with erotic excitement and we both smiled like two naughty children.
Her right hand slowly reached for and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. Her eyelids closed and she let out a low moaning sound that had the effect of dismissing whatever remaining inhibitions I had. My right hand moved to my bulge and gave it a series of squeezes. I felt the first drops of precum moisten my underwear. Anna moaned when I squeezed my cock and she looked at me with a sultry half-smile.
“Enough of this teasing,” I thought to myself and stood up to move to her side of the carriage. Before I could sit down next to her, her right hand moved from her crotch to mine, stopping me in my tracks directly in front of her, and she rubbed at my stiffening hardness through my pants. She continued rubbing herself with her left hand and my bulge with the other. I stood directly in front of her and let her feel me up. Then she moved her panties aside and exposed her pussy to me. Her labia were in an excited state, moist and swollen, and her blond bush was lush and curly. She played at her vaginal lips with her fingertips while looking hungrily up at me, a look so sexy and inviting that I leaned down, grabbed her face and brusquely kissed her, sticking my tongue into her mouth. She let out a small yelp of surprised delight, and then we were sucking face. I yanked her to her feet and into a full embrace and we groped each other’s bodies. Our hands tried to be everywhere at once.
It felt like a dam of emotions had burst inside me, washing away all inhibitions, as I squeezed her ass and ground my hard cock against her. Her hips bucked back against me and we both surrendered to that neediest type of lust; the kind that demands instant gratification. Our tongues and lips pressed hard into each other’s mouth. Her breathing was fast and she started moaning in the back of her throat, purring into my mouth. I couldn’t remember ever feeling such sexual excitement!
She grabbed me by the hips and pushed me backward until my back was against the carriage window. Both her hands went to work on my belt and trousers while her mouth remained glued to mine and she purred louder. In seconds my pants were heading south and so was Anna. I looked down in time to see her kneel as if in prayer, lightly caress my cock as if it were fragile, and rub it softly against first one cheek and then the other. Then she gently rubbed it all over her face and over her throat and neck. She smothered my cockhead with soft tentative kisses, purring at it and cupping my balls with one hand. Her mouth pushed my cock back against the flatness of my stomach, and she licked and moaned up and down and around my cock, tracing the big blue vein on the side of it to its source.
Her purrs made me weak in the knees and she looked up at me and positioned my cock so it was pointing straight at her mouth. With a final sultry smile at me and a quick glance in the direction of the baby, she opened her small mouth wide and put my cockhead into her mouth and made loud sucking sounds while maintaining eye contact with me. Her tongue lavished attention on my cockhead inside her mouth. A steady stream of syrupy precum flowed from me into her mouth.
Her right hand held my cock at the base and slowly squeezed it, eliciting even more precum. Each new pearly drop of glistening spunk was followed by her mouth encircling my prick and sucking it off. Her purrs increased with each drop I bequeathed to her, and she made smacking sounds when she would clean my spunk off her lips. Her left hand was between her thighs and I could see a furious pace of activity beneath her bunched up schoolgirl’s skirt, accompanied by squishing sounds. Her clitoris and pussy took one hell of a self-administered finger beating.
Her talented mouth played a rhythmic melody on my cock. She would look up at my face, smiling a wickedly naughty smile, then suck my cockhead into her mouth, purring as she moved her mouth farther onto my willy, using her tongue to tease and tantalize me. She would suck in as much of me as she could and stop, and then slurp on my cock contentedly for a period of time, lathing my lucky shaft with her tongue and making her melodiously sexy noises. She would then slowly back off my cockshaft, never failing to let more strings of pearly precum cling to her lips as she did. Looking up to me, she would lick around her mouth and give that sinfully wicked smile to me again. She must have repeated this process a half dozen times, all the while furiously frigging herself between her thighs.
If anyone ever asks me what I think heaven must be like, I have the answer; I just can’t say it in polite company. Heaven is Anna giving me the goddamn hummer of my life on a nearly empty train during Oktoberfest.
The train whistle blew and so did I. The orgasm blew my spunk into her mouth like a weapon being discharged. She had my cock in her mouth as far as she could take me and my orgasm came so fast I barely had time to warn her; it didn’t matter, she wanted the obvious conclusion and when she felt my balls churn she grabbed my ass with both hands and held me in place, deep in her mouth. She was musically mewling and moaning and her mouth and tongue milked my cock while I came. And oh my sweet Anna, cum I did, with hands entangled in her hair, and every nerve in my body screaming in delight at the feeling of sexual nirvana she was so generously giving me. Her mouth took my hot, creamy offering and she didn’t swallow it so much as she drank it, because not a drop escaped the warm wet love hole of her mouth. I had to put a hand in my mouth to bite on or I would have yelled loud enough to wake the baby, and maybe the next town.
She kept my cock in her hot mouth while I came and came and came and then she still sucked my cum while I became flaccid and spent. Finally, without saying a word, she rose to her feet and kissed me, sharing my load with me, and I was surprised at how good it tasted, mixed in with her saliva. Our kiss seemed to last forever, as we stood and paid homage to the bond that exists with lovers who have thrown everything aside to consummate attraction. Then the train came chugging to a stop and the lights came on, ruining everything.
A brief hug, a peck on the cheek, and then she turned and went to her baby, lifting up the basket and heading for the door. The whistle I had heard was for her stop, and as she left I got one last look as she turned and smiled at me, and then, looking almost innocent in her friendliness, waved goodbye.
I pulled up my pants and tucked myself all back together and went to the window and looked for her as the train left the station. I saw her with her back to me, waving at a young man who was rushing to meet her; no doubt her husband or boyfriend. When he got to her she handed him the baby, and gave him a rather perfunctory peck on each cheek. Smart girl, I thought, you wouldn’t want him to taste your recent lusty sin. I sat down and watched as they went one direction and the train and I went the other.
No sooner had the train left the station then the conductor came by the carriage, looking for new tickets to punch. As he went by, he looked at me and I swear he got a smile almost as wide as mine on his face.
The next day I got up late in the morning and then went back to the Oktoberfest and had more fun. I ran into my Australian friends from the day before and immediately all was forgiven for my lusting after their girls the previous day. They invited me to drink with them and…but that’s another story for another day.
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