She came out of the bedroom into the living room in a dirndl, the traditional Alpine peasant outfit worn between the 16th and 18th century and still worn for traditional German celebrations such as Octoberfest.
“This? Seriously?” She asked incredulously, spinning a bit and looking down at her skirt.
The dirndl was made up of a close-fitting robin’s egg blue bodice, a white blouse with a low neckline, a wide high-waisted blue skirt, and a white apron. The neckline was frilly and exposed a good deal of cleavage.
His eyes were wide as he sat on the couch at attention. He licked his lips, looking her over. “Listen, I did your whole complicated ‘walk in on the babysitter’ thing. It’s my turn, and you said you would wear anything I wanted, and this is exactly what I wanted. But you have to put on the stockings too,” he said, handing her a pair of knee-high white stockings.
It was part of their little game. Each month, they would each plan out a little fantasy. They would negotiate, figure out how it would work for each of them, and then they would have a little date night and play it out.
She raised an eyebrow and took the stockings, sitting on a chair and eying him. “Okay, so I’m wearing it. Now what.”
He took a deep breath and nodded. “Did you even read the email? Okay, so when I was around fourteen, I saw the movie European Vacation on HBO. It’s not a great movie, but there is this one scene that stuck in my memory. It’s when the Griswald family were in Germany, and the son, Rusty, meets this hot woman in a dirndl who is working at a pretzel stand. They go off together, and very quickly, she undoes her top and shows Rusty her tits. It’s burned into my memory. About a year after that, my family took me to the Von Steuben parade in Germantown, and these waitresses were serving huge mugs of beer, and they wore the same thing, and they were so damn hot. It was just this recurring fantasy to be with a woman in one of those outfits.”
She considered what he said and then shrugged, not very impressed by his story. “I guess I’ve asked you for somewhat weirder things,” she admitted.
He laughed out loud. “Somewhat? I’ve taken classes in Japanese bondage for you! We’ve done scenes that have taken weeks to set up. I once filled the bathtub with jello! I’m just asking you to put on an outfit that I already bought for you!” He said with playful exasperation.
She nodded. “Fair enough. So, I’m in the outfit. What do I do now, just whip out my tits?” She said, reaching for the drawstring on her blouse.
“No, no, not yet. It was all in my email! You have to go into the kitchen, bring out the beer and food like a waitress, and then smile and flirt with me. Then we eat a little and drink a little, and you sit on my lap, and you put your arms around me. Then, like, you playfully get closer and push my face into your cleavage.”
She nodded, seeming to understand but still unimpressed. She sat down and put on the white stockings, watching him squirm as he watched her. “Then I whip out my tits?”
He sighed. “Yes! Then we fool around a little, and you tell me to eat your pussy and give me instructions on how to do it right, and then you take my virginity.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I have pretty reliable evidence you aren’t a virgin,” she said as she put her hair into pigtails and then pulled up the white stockings.
He groaned with lust, and she laughed. “Okay, okay, I’m just fucking with you. Of course, I read the email. And I’ve been to plenty of Oktoberfests. My father’s side of the family is Austrian. I just wanted to make sure I understood the exact vibe you were going for.”
She stood up and did a little twirl. “You know I can’t just give you what you want without fucking with you first. It’s part of the fun!”
She then went into the kitchen and found the platter he had laid out. “Ach! Bratwurst! Und sauerkraut! Und Brezel! Ein schönes Essen!”
His eyes widened. “You-you speak German?”
She shrugged, finding the two large steins he put out and filling them with frothy lager.
“Ja, maybe I studied a little for you? After all, you are such a handsome American boy! Maybe I want to impress you a little.” She said coquettishly, turning with a stein in each hand and spilling a little beer as she brought them over to him.
“Ach! I did a little spill!” She said, covering her mouth in feigned shock. He stood, completely hypnotized by her transformation. She dramatically turned and bent over in front of him, mopping up the beer with a dish towel and giving him a perfect view of her frilly white panties.
She turned and wagged her finger “naughty boy! Were you looking at my Hintern?”
He tried to think of a reply, but she only laughed, coming over and sitting on his lap.
“It’s okay. I know how you Americans are, especially young virile boys like you. It’s flattering that you would look at a poor country girl like me. I’m sure you have been with many elegant women. How many have there been?”
“Well, actually, um…” he turned bashful, and she sat down on his lap.
“You don’t have many girlfriends back at home?” She asked him, batting her eyebrows and getting even closer, putting her arms around his shoulders.
“Well, I know some girls, but none as pretty as you,” he said, biting his lip, his eyes fixated on her cleavage.
“I think this is a little fib! American girls are so glamorous. I’m just the daughter of a simple pretzel maker. What would a worldly man like you see in me?”
She faced him, leaning in so that her tits were an inch from his lips. She straddled his lap, pushing down against him. It was all ridiculous, but he was in. They were both in. Like so many of their fantasies, they just let go of logic and reality and went with it. It was the pillar of their relationship, their mutual ability to fall into roleplay scenarios.
“You’re amazing. You’re like the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. There aren’t any girls like you where I’m from.”
She smiled sweetly at him. It was an honest smile, and for a moment, they were themselves.
“Ja, I can feel how pretty you think I am,” she said, grinding down against him. He groaned. “Maybe you don’t know much about women yet, no? I think I can teach you a little. Would you like that?”
He nodded vigorously, and she smiled brightly, then bit her lip, her hand coming up to the ribbon on her blouse. “Maybe, I think no one is around. I could show you something?”
He was wide-eyed and full of hope and nodding like an idiot. Her smile widened. “First, if you have a girl on your lap, like this, you give her a little kiss on her cheek,” she said, pointing at her cheek.
He laughed, but she looked at him expectantly. He kissed her chastely on her cheek.
“Then, you kiss, here, right on the jaw,” she said, and he followed directions. “Then, here, on the neck, just below the ear.” He did, and she sighed a little. “Then, further down the neck. You kiss there slowly. Kiss and then drag your bottom lip across her skin. And another kiss.”
He did, and she purred and squirmed in his lap.
“Ja, you are a very good student,” she said, caressing his cheek and kissing him on the lips long and deep. They fell into the kiss, their tongues just briefly touching, then she pulled him to her neck, and he kissed her there again, as she instructed.
His hand moved up her side as he kissed her neck, settling just under her breast. He felt her laugh a little as he kissed her.
“I think I saw you were looking at my Dekollete,” she said, pulling his chin so that he looked her in the eye. “Your… what?” He asked, confused.
She smiled and looked down at her impressive cleavage. Then she winked at him.
“Oh, yeah. I guess I was. They’re really nice. Maybe, I don’t know. You could show me?
She took the thin ribbon that tied her blouse and wrapped it around her finger. “You would like to see it?” He shook his head vigorously.
Her hand stopped. “Well, I am not so sure it is a good idea. How do I know you really like me?” She said, squinting at him and covering her breasts with her hand.
“I do! I really do!” He protested, and she covered her mouth as she giggled at his passion.
She smiled and, some minute change in her eyes, told him that she was enjoying the game he had set up.
She pulled the ribbon slowly, and once the knot released, the collar of her blouse grew slack. Her smile widened as she watched how enraptured he was. His eyes were glued to her fingers, and she continued to loosen the top of her blouse.
Kink had that effect on them. A couple that was together for years and walked around naked all the time, suddenly being completely entranced with seeing a bit of nudity. The chance at a glimpse of breast, a touch, made illicit and significant.
She pulled down the top of her blouse a little more, stopping just before her nipples were exposed. She smiled down at him, watching as he was mesmerized by her skin. He licked his lips as she tugged the fabric down millimeter by millimeter. He held his breath, waiting. It didn’t matter that he had lived with her for years. He had seen her naked thousands of times. In that moment, seeing that final bit of naked flesh was everything.
When the blouse finally fell away, and her tits popped out, he gasped. She giggled at his reaction. He looked up at her briefly, and she smiled down at him. She took his hand, bringing it up to cup one of her breasts. He sighed and marveled at the softness.
She cradled his head and pulled him forward. His lips closed in on her large dark, tan nipples. His bottom lip brushed her areola, and her nipples hardened. He groaned again as he took her nipple between his lips and sucked.
He knew how sensitive her nipples were, on some level, but the character he was embodying didn’t. He let himself be happily surprised as she squirmed and moaned as he flicked her nipple with his tongue and caressed her other breast with his hand.
She repositioned herself to let him have more access to her breasts. She brushed his hair with her fingers and pulled him closer, goading him to suck harder. Shivers ran through her body until she pulled him away.
“Very good. You do that very well. You really like them, don’t you?” He nodded fervently.
Well, if you really like a girl, there is something you can do that will make them fall for you. Would you like me to show you?” He nodded again, stupidly, enthusiastically.
“Good boy, get down on your knees, and I can show you, ja?” The fake accent had softened into a light affect, and her eyes had become hungry.
They were a very switchy couple. She was just as comfortable being over his knee and getting a spanking as bossing him around. He could see the difference in her eyes, however. When she was submissive, she grew sort of docile, eyes glazed and far away. When she was toppy, they were sharp and narrow and always on the hunt for something to take advantage of.
He was similar. His toppy side was cocky and mean, and his submissive side was always looking for a way to please.
He got down on his knees on the floor in front of her on the couch. She held his chin and kissed him. “Such an eager boy! Like a little puppy!” She said with a laugh. His eyes sparkled with need.
She reached down and pulled her dress up a bit, then while looking him in the eyes, she pulled off her panties, careful not to disturb her stockings.
He whimpered and drooled at her lap, and she reveled in his desire. She pet his hair and spread her thighs wider, then gently pushed his head down. He saw a reddish dirty blonde triangle of hair, with the lips under them shaved bare. Like with her breasts, he had seen her pussy so many times, but the situation made it new and fresh and ridiculously hot.
“I want you to kiss me right here,” she said sweetly, pointing at her inner thigh. He moved in and immediately kissed and suckled the spot greedily.
“No! No. Kiss, very lightly. Touch your lips to my skin and then drag your bottom lip across it—just a little. You are teasing me. You are priming me to want more,” she explained.
He knew her body. At the start of their relationship, he quickly learned what she needed, which surprised her. As time went by, they learned every spot and need that each other’s bodies had.
He calmed and slowed and kissed her skin gently. He could smell her familiar lavender soap and her pussy. He did as she said and just grazed her skin with his lips, slowly kissing up her inner thigh.
She pushed her ass forward, and her legs spread wider. He could see the soft light brown hair of her pussy, it made him groan again, and she chuckled. “You want that, don’t you?” She asked with a purr in her voice. “Good boy. Now kiss here,” she said, pointing at the junction between her inner thigh and crotch.
He kissed the tender, smooth skin there, his lips so close to what he wanted, but he obeyed her whim. He hovered and whimpered. “Now, a little more teasing, just a breath, just the smallest brush of your lips against my lips. Can you do that for me?”
The tickle of her hair against his lips, the smell of her so close, the heat radiating from her body. Another pass, and his lips brushed her skin, soft and wet. Her hand in his hair tightened, and she pulled him closer. His tongue slipped out, and he tasted her.
In that moment, it was the first time, though, in reality, it was an almost daily occurrence. His tongue slipped around her clit, not touching it directly, but circling it as he knew she needed.
“Very good, mm, you are a natural, just like that,” she said, her voice growing distant as her fingers tightened in his hair. His eyes rolled back as he got lost in the taste of her and the smell of her, and the music of her moans and whimpers. After a few moments, though, she pulled away.
“You are a very good boy, but I think perhaps I have something else that you might like. Here, it will help if you just lay down on the floor,” she said, moving him to the ground. He laid on his back, and she smiled down at him as she lifted up her skirt and straddled his chest.
She looked down at him, knowing she was going to give him one of his favorite treats. She rose up, turning around, giving him a lovely look at her round butt, and then couched down, putting her knees on either side of his head. Then she lowered her pussy onto his mouth. The light dimmed as he was suddenly under a tent of her dress.
That moment when her dress blocked out the light and her pussy pressed down on his face sent him to a hungry, desperate place. He was a tool for her desire. His tongue found her clit again, and the circles started again, and she made a happy little sigh.
After a few minutes, she leaned forward over his body, and he felt her opening his belt. He never got harder than when she was riding his face. He focused on her, though. She pulled down his boxers a bit and let out a dramatic little gasp.
“Oh, my! what do we have here? You do seem to like me very much,” she said with a giggle, her face accent coming back. She stroked him a few times and then leaned forward, taking him into her mouth.
The feeling of her hot mouth on his cock as her pussy pushed down onto his face shorted out his brain a bit. He let himself fall into the bliss of it. There were so many sensations at once. The smell of her, the hot wetness on his cock, her hair tickling his inner thighs.
As much as her mouth felt amazing, his mind wasn’t content. He imagined her mouth was her pussy, that the wetness was her wetness.
Suddenly the rhythm of her mouth grew erratic, slow, then she pulled away, sucking replaced with moaned. “Don’t stop, just like that,” she whispered hoarsely, rising up and reaching back to pull his hair as she came.
As usual, she came suddenly with very little build-up. He had been surprised the first time they slept together. Her orgasms were light summer rain, coming out of nowhere.
She dismounted from his and turned around, straddling his chest again and looking down at him. She purred contently and leaned down and kissed him on the lips. “My, look at you. A natural! You made me feel so good. I think you deserve something very special for that.”
Again, he fell into the role. Giddy with the pride of making her come and dizzy with the joy of what would come next.
She slid back against him, his bare cock slipping between her thighs. She hovered over him, on top of him, and he looked at his cock straining up so close to her pussy. He looked up at her bright eyes, the power over him making her glow. She lowered herself, but made sure he didn’t slip into her, only against her.
He gasped as the heat of her wet pussy slipped against his cock. So close to slipping in, but now quiet. The angle was just barely off. She groaned as she used him, rubbed against him, her clit against the head of his cock. When he whimpered, she giggled.
“Now, I think we can make you a man. Would you like that?” She giggled again. “Yes, please, god,” he whimpered. She reveled in his begging. She rubbed against his cock harder and faster.
“Wouldn’t you like to have your first time be like this? Raw and wet. Just slipping right into the pussy you made so wet. A reward for being such a good boy for me,” she said, the last few words getting lost as she moaned.
He nodded and whined. “Please,” he whispered, and she looked down on him with a hint of pity.
She rose up a little, and he felt her fingers on his painfully hard cock. He felt the wetness of her pussy, then she pushed down, and he slipped inside of her. The feeling above all others. The tight heat of her. The slick perfection.
The muscles in his stomach and legs tensed as he pushed up to meet her, trying to get deeper, trying to move faster, but she controlled the pace. She went up and down in a slow, measured pace. Her eyes closed, and her breath became shallow again.
“Good boy, good boy, just like that, and I can come again. I can come right on your cock,” she whispered like a mantra.
With one hand, she rubbed one of her breasts roughly, and with the other, she reached down and fingered her clit. She kept her pace going, though, and his body climbed and climbed closer to coming.
She beat him. Again, the lightning struck. She let out one burst of a moan and fell forward on him, his cock still inside of her. He could feel her pussy contracting on his cock, tightening, almost painfully, but his cock stayed in.
She smiled drunkenly at him, her face only inches from his. “What a good boy. You did it again. Now it’s your turn, though,” she said, lifting her ass and starting a new faster rhythm. “Wouldn’t you like that?”
He couldn’t really form words. He nodded and babbled, and she kissed him as she fucked him. “Come for me. Don’t you want to? I want to feel it. I want it,” she whispered, and her hips moved faster, harder, his cock slipping deeper, his mind disappearing and only pleasure remaining.
“I think, just this one time, you can come inside of me. Because it’s your first time. I won’t tell anyone. Just shoot your come in me, like a good boy,” she whispered in his ear. It pushed him over the edge. The wet heat of her cunt and her body on top of his and the smell of her pussy on his lip and her tits pressed against his chest. He came inside of her and groaned as she kept riding him through his orgasm and past it until the pleasure was painful.
The bliss spread across him as he spread his arms on the rug and let out a long breath. He looked up at the ceiling as his body spasmed with little aftershocks. The ceiling was soon eclipsed by her face again.
“Like that? Was that the scene you had in mind?” She asked with a giggle.
He numbly nodded, watching as she got up with a little bounce. She stripped off her outfit and sat on the couch in nothing but her white stockings, ripping off a piece of pretzel and nibbling at it.
He waited a moment, tried to catch his breath, and then got up on wobbly legs. He slipped off his jeans and shook his head. He reached down for the big beer stein and, in one long pull, drank half of it.
“Wow!” She said and clapped.
He nodded. “Yeah, that was pretty good. No notes. That was a good one. A+”
She smiled brightly and gave him a little curtsy. “Thanks! I try my best. Now, when can we talk about my next game? Because it’s going to take some shopping and some redecorating. How do you feel about werewolves?”
He raised an eyebrow, completely unable to judge if she was joking or not. “Um, sure, whatever you want. But for now, I’m finishing this beer,” he said, draining the rest of his stein.
End.