Beautiful German Girl at the Munich October-fest.
By Stonemarten, Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.
One of my favorite things in the World is beautiful women dressed in their dirndls, which is the traditional, female dress of Bavaria and Austria. The women look amazing in their dirndls with pushed-up breasts showing ample cleavage, whereas guys in lederhosen look a bit silly really, sorry lads.
Anyway,
on with the story. Even though I was on my own at the festival, people
are generally very friendly and merry at Oktoberfest, so it’s not too
hard to join in with folk from all nationalities. I was with a group of
lads from Australia, the States and some fellow Brits all trying to
chat-up the incredibly beautiful German women, all looking fabulous in
their dresses. They really seemed to enjoy the attention of the guys,
smiling and laughing at our terrible jokes, but I guess a few liters of
festival strength beer might have fueled that positive interaction.
At one stage in the evening, I spotted a lovely, slender, blue-eyed girl with long, straight brown hair standing alone in a corner. She was wearing a fine quality dirndl of a burgundy satin skirt and a sage-green, laced bodice pushing-up pert little tanned breasts. She looked so pretty, but sadly she seemed to be crying. Like many guys, I have a soft spot and protective feeling for girls who are crying, so I approached her gently, excusing myself and asking in a sensitive tone if she needed any help. She had ceased crying and gave me a weak smile, so I invited her to join our group, which I was sure would cheer her up, as we were on very good form.
The young woman’s name was Lilly and it was great luck finding her for she turned-out to be delightful company. Lilly was a student at the University of Heidelberg and had come to Oktoberfest with a friend, who had sadly abandoned her for a boy, leaving her alone and naturally unhappy. I was determined to look after her and keep her entertained so she would forget her troubles.
The drink was flowing freely and so
was the fun, as folk started to stand on tables in the beer hall
sinking steins of beer straight down-in-one to the cheers of the crowd.
At the encouragement of my companions and after having boasted of
drinking a “yard” of beer at home, I too climbed onto our table and to
the bellow of the crowd proceeded to down a liter of beer, turning the
stein upside down over my head as proof it was empty. Feeling very manly
and proud of myself, I gave an enthusiastic Lilly a hug and a kiss on
the lips.
Lilly may have been slight, but she was made of strong
stuff, as she too climbed onto the table with her stein and to our
surprise and to a huge roar from the crowd, proceeded to sink her beer
in such a smooth and efficient manner that this would have impressed
even a fat builder down the pub. I kind of fell in love with Lilly at
that moment, as any girl that can do that will always have a special
place in my heart.
Soon Lilly and I were kissing and cuddling,
somewhat rudely for public consumption since we were both very drunk. I
put my strong arms around her and she held onto me tightly as we walked
back to the little flat that I had rented. I bought a couple of flowers
from a stall to put in her hair, which made her look so cute and as
pretty as a picture.
When we had entered the cozy, warm flat, we
proceeded to the sofa, snogging passionately. We were both kissing and
stroking each other’s adoring faces, my hands then fondling the lovely
round globes that had been teasing me all evening from above her
tight-laced dress. Soon my other hand had worked up under her skirt and
was rubbing her moistening slit through silky panties. Lilly began to
moan and reached to stroke my swelling cock trapped uncomfortably in my
trousers.
I moved my head down to Lilly’s pert boobs, releasing them
gently from her dirndl and sucking on them with my mouth wide open, my
tongue flicking her stiff little nipples. Pulling panties aside allowed
my fingers to stroke her pussy lips, rubbing rapidly to and fro over her
engorged clit, causing Lilly to arch her back and groan as she
approached her first orgasm. Within a minute or so, this gorgeous girl
was writhing and spasming as she came on my probing fingers.
We both
undressed, admiring each other’s firm bodies as we did so. Lilly slid
her hands down my muscular frame and dropped onto her knees to envelop
the head of my stiff cock into her mouth, whilst stroking up and down
the thick shaft. My knees almost buckled at the pleasure of it and I
stroked her face lovingly, as she looked up at me with wide, lustful
eyes.
I could not hold back for long and so with balls rising and
pressure building to bursting point, I spurted my seed into Lilly’s
mouth, onto her pretty face and then my last drops of pearly spunk
sprinkling onto small, tanned boobs. This longed for release had me
groaning manfully and gently cupping Lilly’s approving face.
Lilly
went to the bathroom and I lay down to recover my strength. When the
lovely, slender girl returned, she laid back on the soft couch and
opened her legs to allow easy access for my tongue to her very wet
pussy. Lapping at her lips and darting my tongue over her love-bud soon
had her mewling like a cat and clutching my head between her thighs.
Probing in and out her with my tongue like a little wet cock, whilst
flicking her sensitive clit lightly from side to side with my thumb,
soon had her twisting and turning in a second huge orgasm.
Laying
back with my big cock pointing obscenely into the air was all the
invitation Lilly needed to hop on board. Facing me, she eased down
slowly, impaling her tight pussy onto my prick, moaning as she did so.
Her mouth gaped in ecstasy as she bobbed up and down, my hands holding
her soft bottom and I could hardly take my eyes from her lovely boobs
jiggling away.
Picking Lilly up and standing, I continued to pump,
much to her delight, as I turned around to place her on her back, thighs
wide apart, so I could continue to thrust deeply in the missionary
position. I loved seeing the pleasure on her face and hearing her
high-pitched yelps as I ploughed into this beautiful little creature.
The
pace of our lovemaking became faster and faster and more desperate at
the coming explosion. Bodies slammed against one another, balls smacking
against swollen lips making wet slapping sounds as we screwed like
beasts. There was no holding back and with a great cry, suddenly it
came, spunk splashing out in hot white streams coating the insides of a
grasping and welcoming pussy which itself was contracting rhythmically
in orgasm.
Lying next to each other, we kissed and cuddled, then
slowly drifted off to sleep. Later in the morning, we ate bread rolls
for breakfast and then went back to bed for we both had terrible
hangovers from a day and night of partying.
It was a sad feeling when
Lilly finally left that day to re-join her disloyal friend for the
journey back to Heidelberg, as our fun and erotic acquaintance might
have been short, but that beautiful girl had surely become one of the
great lovers in my life.
The mountains of Bavaria are one of my favorite places, great for walking and watching nature, which are my main hobbies. A few years ago I drove across Europe in my Jeep to stay at an Alpine chalet with the aim of finding some Edelweiss flowers and watching Chamois, which are rare mountain goats. Both of these species live high on the tops which meant strenuous climbing up into the snow zone. It’s such good exercise that German Alpine troops are encouraged to scale the mountains to find Edelweiss as proof of their fitness and courage. They used to pick them for their lapels, but today these are actually quite rare flowers and now a protected species. As I was in Bavaria in September time, I also booked accommodation in Munich in order to attend the famous Oktoberfest; yes, I know, it actually takes place in September, rather than October for some odd reason. If you have never been to the Oktoberfest, I would strongly recommend it at least once in a lifetime, as it’s an amazing party. If you don’t like crowds then it might not be for you, but if you enjoy quaffing large steins of beer, scoffing bratwurst and watching the colorful spectacle of folk dressed-up traditional costumes, you would love it.
by Stonemarten, for Literotica
