Tonight, like every night this winter, Kris knew that he would need the obscurity of the shadows.

It was with the precision of a man twenty years younger that he scanned the Bavarian town of Cölbe. His eyes guided him past the forty or so half-stone, half-timber dwellings that lined the main street. Past the scattering of the town’s residents who were still going about their business, and past the vagabond begging for money outside the town hall. Like every night, his eyes only stopped their journey at the town square and the ‘Bawdy Tavern’ that was situated there.

With no family, this had become his routine. However, tonight it felt different, an unwelcome instinct telling him to give it a miss – and yet, he couldn’t—she had become his obsession!

Elisa Schmitt.

With a frown and a muttered curse, Kris realised what had been bothering him – the fresh layer of snow. Its presence would make it difficult for him to hide his tracks, coupled with tonight’s full moon. Sanity nudged him, telling him that there was too much to lose!

Yet, he just couldn’t…

With a frustrated grunt, he stepped away from the window and checked his pocket watch. It told him what he already knew… it was still too early. He needed darkness… and so did Elisa Schmitt – the town's whore. She needed her clients drunk and loose with their money.

Standing there in the warmth and safety of his home, Kris closed his eyes and let his mind take him on the journey Elisa made every night. It was one that he knew so well.

She would exit the ‘Bawdy Tavern’, normally with a client in tow. Walk across the square and up the town’s main street, towards and then past his house. There, just beyond his dwelling, Elisa would stop and turn left, then start to climb the hill. This pathway was a single track that took you to the edge of the town, the thick dark woods, and the single cottage that resided along it. That was Elisa Schmitt’s home.

As Kris paced the room, he knew that tonight was going to be risky… But there was that unseen pull, that need—that went with the stirring in his loins. A shiver of desire wriggled up his spine, his cock reminding him of what would hopefully come later.

It was enough to have him nervously ambling to his fireplace. The anticipation was building as he made a mental note to throw another log on the fire when he slipped out later tonight.

He needed to see Elisa. He needed the town's whore.

Standing there, the warmth of the fire now added to what he felt inside, Kris took in the single sepia photo of his late wife. It had been taken twenty-five years ago, in another life, in another place, and just before she became pregnant with the baby that would ultimately take her life in childbirth. The child, a girl, was then heartlessly taken away from him as he grieved.

He often wondered about her.

While still looking at the photo, Kris reminisced. He recalled the good times they shared, which included their wedding, the smiles exchanged between them, and their intimate moments together. Heidi was beautiful. However, while the sepia photo captured her beauty, it failed to show the vibrancy of her chocolate brown eyes and her red hair.

Like so many other small things, today he only carried the now distant memories of his late wife, but that was not entirely true… Now there was also Elisa…

Putting his wife’s photo back onto the mantelpiece, he remembered back to the very first time he had seen Elisa Schmitt. She was a twenty-five-year-old woman who had been driven out of a local town for applying her trade. Elisa was desperately looking for somewhere to live, and with her long red hair and chocolate brown eyes, she bore an uncanny resemblance to his late wife!

Kris had never told anyone in Cölbe about his daughter, or that his late wife had red hair and brown eyes. They were facts that he had vowed to take to the grave. The single sepia photo was the only material remnant he carried from the past, and yet Elisa haunted him. Kris was captivated by her beauty, the way she resembled Heidi, and the troubling realisation that Elisa was the same age as his lost daughter.

He had been attracted to the younger woman because of her looks, rather than the fact that she could be bought for sex. She fascinated Kris; Elisa brought both a stirring in his cock and an extra beat to his heart.

With perfect timing, Kris stealthily looked out of the window once again.

Perhaps it was due to the months spent following the same routine. Or maybe it was down to pure luck, but as he once again glanced down the main street… he saw her – Elisa Schmitt, his obsession.

She had a man with her. Tall and dark, the way he knew she preferred them, the way he used to be twenty-five years ago.

As he covertly looked on, he noticed the client put a coin into the beggar's tin before, arm in arm, they trudged in his direction.

Like every night, not wanting to be seen, Kris let the curtain close, his window to the world temporarily shut as he allowed the couple to walk past. Then, as soon as he was sure, he reopened the curtain and took in Elisa’s long red hair. He watched it dance with every step, while reminiscing about Heidi and what might have been…

However, tonight was different. Elisa chose to stop under the corner’s gas lantern and kissed the man beneath it, even holding the kiss a little longer than she needed to.

“She had never done that before,” Kris thought, his cock suddenly alive, needing to be loved and touched.

Then, as they broke apart, Elisa took her client’s hand and led him up the snow-covered track to her home and the edge of the town. The fading light of the lamp gave them up for the darkness of the night and the forest that lay beyond.

Yet, Kris could almost still feel their presence under the shimmering light that came from the full moon.

He threw a log on the open fire and, with renewed vigour, grabbed his cloak and staff before composing himself as he stepped into the cold night air.

There in the shadows, Kris adjusted his demeanour, pulling the cloak up over his head and wrapping a scarf around his face before stooping to make himself look shorter and hopefully a lot older. He couldn’t risk being recognised, and there was no rush; he knew where Elisa and her client were going.

Then once set, he stayed there and let the sounds of the night settle in his ears.

In the distance, he could hear the sound of singing from the tavern on the town square, and then, closer, the hoot of an owl. Before a sound that was more terrifying and caused a cold shiver to run through Kris. It was the howl of a lone wolf that came from high up in the valley, reminding everyone who really ruled at night.

With only his blue eyes to be seen, Kris stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight, now convinced that no one else was around. Hunched, he silently trailed Elisa and her client up the hill.

As he did every night, Kris's feet instinctively tracked the well-trodden path. Away from the town, he went, climbing upwards, towards the edge of the dark woods. Kris knew the risks he was taking as the full moon cast its unwelcome light onto the fresh snow.

As he knew it would, a small house emerged on his right. It was in a clearing, and Elisa’s and her client’s tracks finished at the door.

A giggle reverberated in the air. It was Elisa.

Steered by his expectant cock, Kris moved closer. Like a moth, he was drawn towards the single lit window, which had a thin layer of ice covering its glass.

Once there, he ducked back into the shadows, his back seeking reassurance from Elisa’s house wall, and the chill which had surrounded him was now suddenly gone, his ears straining to take in every sound. But there was nothing, only silence and the rhythmic sound of his heart beating in his chest.

He knew he needed to creep closer to the thin glass of the window. Experience told him that there he would hear every word. Although he would have to wait for the couple to be engaged with one another before he dared peep through the glass and take in the sensual visions of Elisa's naked body, of her having sex.

With all the quietness he could muster, Kris stepped to his right, towards the window, and the erotic promises that lay through it, which now just teased as they were within touching distance.

Kris glanced towards it, his ear now pressed against the window's wooden frame. He listened, his ear straining for every sound, the noises of the forest replaced by that of the couple inside.

There was a giggle. “Heinz, you don’t mind me calling you Daddy… It helps me perform all those little dirty tasks for which you paid me."

“I don’t care what you call me! All I want at this moment is to feel those sweet lips around my dick.”

“All in good time… Daddy!”

Kris inwardly groaned, and, like every night, he watched and released his cock from beneath his cloak. He then wrapped his hand around it and began to slowly masturbate, and as he did so, his ears captured every word, every sound from inside the bedroom on the other side of the window frame.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good…”

“Daddy… If you put another coin on the side, I will do something that makes your toes curl.”

Kris closed his eyes and imagined his wife doing something similar, although in his deepest memories, he knew Heidi had rarely taken his member into her mouth. As his hand slowly pumped, the need to peek through the glass grew ever stronger.

The young man groaned aloud, “Elisa, aren’t you going to cover the window?”

“Daddy… We are going to let the forest watch us fuck…”

“But the room is already well lit.”

“Daddy, I want you to pay homage to my naked body; see what you are paying for.”

There was a grunt from her client, and although muted, it was also mirrored outside. Kris’s hand was moving ever so slowly, his cock throbbing as he waited for the couple to become fully engaged. Then, even with the moonlight, he would take a look.

It was his obsession, taking in his pleasure of watching Elisa, a reincarnation of his wife, fucking her unknown client…

There were more giggles and then inaudible words before Elisa cried out, “Come to me, Daddy.”

Kris grinned, knowing that it was time to risk all, peep through the window, take in Elisa’s naked body, and watch her fuck!

With his cock full of anticipation to the point of almost being painful, he tentatively peeked through the window and into the warmth of the bedroom. There was Elisa, lying on the bed dressed only in her undergarments, the light of the roaring fire and the oil lamp illuminating her body.

As Kris suspected, her client, Heinz, had his back towards the window, with Elisa’s mouth around his dick.

With his body senses heightened, Kris moved his hand back and forth along his needy, uncut cock. Each stroke was timed to match Elisa’s bobbing head. This was his pleasure, living the moment while his mind dwelled on the past.

As he stroked, Kris took in the erotic moving picture, the long red hair, and those voluptuous bosoms, which were normally presented in a corset. However, that was now lying on the floor. Instead, tantalisingly, the only curtain of material that now covered them was the thin cotton of her white chemise.

The man groaned and pushed Elisa away. It was an action that caused Kris to briefly duck back into the shadows, his hand suddenly still as he let this scene play out.

“Whore, I haven’t paid you to ejaculate that way,” Heinz grunted. “I want to fuck you.”

Kris once again pressed his blue eyes against the glass, and as he did so, he couldn’t help noticing the young man’s long, wet, uncut cock. It was impressive and comparable to his own cock’s size.

His hand once again found its way around his dick, and he began to masturbate once again.

“You will need to wear a sheath,” Elisa remarked, as in one movement she removed her chemise and, in doing so, released her tits.

Both men’s eyes were drawn to them as they bounced into view, their shapely form crowned with the most perfect pink nipples. Kris inwardly groaned, knowing that Heidi’s breasts were almost identical to Elisa's.

Then, as she reached across to retrieve the washed sheath, both men glanced at the fiery bush that briefly flashed in the opening of Elisa’s bloomers. The red pubic hair winked at them before disappearing as the knickers' curtains closed.

“Daddy, this has been washed, but I will need it back for my next client,” Elisa instructed, though Heinz seemed to know the drill as he tied the thin rubber condom to the base of his dick.

As he discreetly looked on, Kris noted that this was not Heinz’s first time with a whore.

Then, with an air of grace, Elisa stood and dropped her bloomers to stand fully naked in front of her client. She did a little twirl and then checked that the money on the side table was correct before climbing back onto the bed and opening her legs.

Heinz stood there taking in her beauty.

Unseen, Kris did the same. Although his hand continued to wank his cock, his strokes were now getting more urgent, knowing what was about to come.

The bedroom seemed to stand still, a moment captured in time. The only moving thing was the flames flickering high in the hearth.

Then, Elisa pulled her hairy, red-framed cunt apart and questioned, “What are you waiting for, Daddy?”

The young man was quickly on top of Elisa, easing his large, sheathed cock into her.

While on the other side of the window, the older man continued to beat his cock. He was now imagining himself as Heinz, having sex with his long-deceased wife, Heidi, passionately pleasuring her, making her cum.

Kris felt his balls tighten, his face still pressed against the bedroom window, his breath hot, defrosting the glass. His ears were now only hearing the young woman’s cries of pleasure.

“Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy!”

Heinz’s buttocks rhythmically bounced; Elisa’s legs now wrapped around his torso.

“Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy!”

As he watched, Kris knew he was close, the young man’s buttocks clenching, and then pushing his cock deep into his whore as he ejaculated into the well-used condom.

Simultaneously, Kris's buttocks tightened, and then he grunted as he came. Spurt after spurt of his cum landed on the snow-covered ground, and it was followed by a rumbling groan as he felt satisfied. His release finished.

It was only then that he noticed Heinz looking towards the window, and he darted back into the shadows and listened while tucking his rapidly shrinking cock back into his robes.

“There’s movement out there,” Heinz stated as he glanced towards the window. “I will go and check, and then deal with the fucker.”

He suddenly stood and looked for his clothes.

“Heinz, don’t go… I am sure that noise was just the wind.”

He looked at the whore. “What about the blue eyes… You must have seen them!”

“No… I didn’t. Go if you must, but I need my condom back.”

Heinz untied it and then deposited it in the blue and white china washing bowl.

“Stay on the track,” Elisa offered. “It's easy to get lost in the darkness of the woods.”

With that, Heinz was gone, their business done.

Kris bolted as soon as he realised he had been seen.

Now not hunched and standing tall, he covered the familiar ground like a man of his age, fifty. Straight across the track and into the woods, picking up a shortcut to town, he emerged on Cölbe’s main street, just opposite the town hall.

Catching his breath, he noticed the beggar watching him. Keeping his scarf tightly wrapped around his face, Kris gave the beggar his cloak and staff. There were no words exchanged, a glance of their blue eyes the only acknowledgement. Then Kris was gone, back into the darkness of the shadows.

*****

There was a loud banging on the door and then a shout from Cölbe’s policeman.

“Der Richter, Der Richter, wake up… There has been a crime, and we need your judgement.”

With a grunt, the town's judge rose from the sofa and reluctantly answered the door.

A little later, he looked down from his bench chair at the incoherent vagabond cowering in front of him, knowing that neither of them wanted to be there at this late hour. They had been hastily assembled in the town hall, all five of them. There was the town’s policeman, the accused beggar, a tall, dark stranger and Elisa Schmitt, the town whore.

“So what’s the crime?” the judge questioned, wanting to get this case over with quickly.

“Voyeurism,” and with that word, the policeman ran through his notes.

The judge concurred and then looked down once again at the cowering man. “Speak up…” he growled, “or I will have you thrown into the forests for the wolves.”

“I didn’t do anything,” the beggar sobbed in reply. “I was given the robe and the staff.”

“Were there any witnesses?” the judge questioned before raising his voice and adding, “Look at me when you speak to me.”

The vagabond raised his head. He was shaking, scared and desperately uncertain. He replied, “No, it was dark…”

However, there was a sudden flicker in his blue eyes, a moment, nothing more, which then disappeared as quickly as it had arrived…

The judge cut in, “And I take it that you are the witness?” He looked towards the young man who had been standing next to Elisa Schmitt.

“Yes, I’m Heinz.”

“A stranger to this town,” the judge stated to the room.

“I’m passing through.”

“And while here, using the town’s services,” the Judge’s eyes, followed by the other three men’s, glanced towards Elisa.

She didn’t blush or shy away; instead, Elisa stood proud and pushed her chest out, knowing that the whole town knew what she did.

The judge looked at the young man who stepped in front of him. He looked like a much younger version of himself.

“So, Heinz, tell me what happened.”

The young man recounted what the policeman had already said.

“And you want to press charges against this man, knowing that word will get to your family, maybe even your wife?”

Heinz went quiet as he realised that he had not considered that possibility!

The judge started to write something on the paper in front of him and then slipped it into an envelope and wrote a name and an address on it before addressing the people in the room…

“This is what is going to happen.

“Tomorrow, Heinz, you will be leaving town. I don’t care where you go, but you will forget this place and what happened here tonight.”

He looked shocked but nodded, not wanting to argue with the town’s man of authority.

The judge looked towards the policeman, passed him the letter, and then stated his instructions.

“Tonight, give the vagrant a bed. Then tomorrow feed him and get someone to take him to this address in Munich. There he will be looked after.”

The policeman was surprised. The judge was not normally so lenient, but he took the envelope and agreed to do as requested.

“Case dismissed,” the judge announced, and his hand came down as he banged the gavel.

The vagabond stood, surprised. He was expecting to spend some time in the cells. He looked once again towards the judge, their blue eyes briefly locking.

The judge suddenly growled, catching all in the room by surprise, “Now go before I change my mind.”

The vagabond got the judge's message. The judgement had been made.

“Not you, Miss Schmitt; I need a word.”

The room emptied until Elisa and the judge were left alone. A moment of silence encapsulated the Town Hall room as the judge’s blue eyes once again took in the younger woman’s figure.

As he stared, not for the first time that evening, he felt his cock stir. The memories…

However, this time the judge knew the matter was serious. With a heavy heart, he looked into Elisa’s brown eyes and declared, “We need to talk.”

Then, with meaning, he stated, “Here, I am known to be a respectable man of both wealth and authority. We need to be more careful, maybe even take a short break.”

Elisa took a deep breath and looked up at her neighbour, into his blue eyes, and then sighed. "Kris, I know you are right, that we need to be more careful, but you fulfil my needs too.”

The judge stared back. He was not accustomed to Elisa addressing him by his first name.

Since her arrival in Cölbe, Kris had discreetly protected Elisa, assisted her in finding accommodation, and, due to her resemblance to his late wife, he found himself sharing details about his past with her. The fact that she looked just like Heidi had at twenty-five when she died giving birth to his unknown and now lost daughter.

“Kris, I have done what you asked… There are no shutters or curtains to cover the window. I call all my clients 'Daddy' and then cry out loudly, 'Daddy', when it's safe for you to look through the window.

“But of course you are right. We do need to be more careful, although we both know that you fulfil my desires too. Having never known my parents, I crave a father figure… It’s for that reason that I call my clients ‘daddy, to satisfy my need, my own obsession.”

The judge’s face changed to one of surprise. He hadn’t known that! When he paid Elisa and took her discreetly under his wing, it had been all about him, his desire, and his obsession.

“I liked to be watched, Daddy.”

“And I like to watch,” the judge whispered as the realisation of what Elisa had just told him gripped him, his cock once again hard.

Kris sat upright in his bench chair, his mind pounding, trying to grasp hold of a way forward.

Elisa giggled, “It looks like your head is about to explode!”

“So, you have a solution, Elisa?”

“Oh, I have an idea, but I'm not sure if your ego can handle it.”

Kris’s face frowned. He knew he didn’t have an ego, but he needed to hear the young girl out.

“As mentioned, you are considered a man of authority here, and I will tell you now, my solution will put a large dent in your reputation.”

Kris frowned again. “Come on, what is it? We both know we do need to find another way to fuel our obsessions.”

Elisa playfully grinned. She was enjoying teasing the older man, her daddy. “Well, no one here knows where either of us comes from. Our history and I have been with many men in their fifties.”

“I’m just fifty, Elisa.”

“I see you are getting my drift, although that should not surprise me, as we have perfectly mirrored sexual obsessions.”

“So, what is it?”

Elisa warmly smiled and exclaimed, “My solution is for us to get married, Daddy!”

Kris sat back in his bench chair and contemplated the unexpected suggestion. They both knew that there was a small possibility that he could be Elisa’s father. But there was no way that they could now find out the truth. There were no records… only heartbreak and nightmares of lost souls.

He didn’t want to go there!

So, the judge brought down the gavel with a thud and grinned.

“I agreed; let’s get married, Elisa.”

The young girl smiled and then giggled, “I guess both of us are just about to be judged!”

 Author's Note: All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18+. ©2025 wxt55uk. This story may not be reproduced in any manner without the express permission of the author.