Northern Europe Holidays

The plane circled over the Mediterranean island.Back home for a few days!

After getting to my place,overlooking a small rocky harbour,on the north of the island,I took stock and went to my favourite pavement cafe,to read and take a cup of 'cafe con leche'.I then took the small wooden tram to the nearby town,a journey of about 15 minutes.The weather was overcast,but warm,and storms were forecast,for later in the evening.My destination in the small,but picturesque town square was the Cafe Allemagnia,situated in an old building,by the side of the square.Inside the decor was modern,with pictures of local artists,hanging on the wall,and a selection of international papers,for clients to read.

Renate,the German owner,greeted me with some surprise.She had not seen me for months,and wondered where I had been.Renate was a tall blonde German lady,in her early forties(I guessed),with what might be,an excellent figure,lurking under her jeans and tanktop.She was well preserved and chic,in the German way,and efficient.Her cafe was always busy,and efficient and pleasant service was the watchword.After ordering a snack and checking out the latest copy of Franfurter Algemeine,she enquired about what I had been doing,and told me that business was'ganz gut'at the cafe.She told me that a friend from Hannover was staying with her,and suggested we got  together for dinner.With this,I readily agreed,and we chose  a restaurant by the sea,offering excellent sea food.After her pointed comments about 'not being late',I set off back to my place,again taking the small wooden tram.

Early in the evening,I fired up my Jeep and headed for the Restaurant.I was the only guest,upon my arrival,so sat down,on the balcony,and took a 'porto blanco'as an aperitif.My main aim,for these few days,was to chill out,before resuming the hustle and bustle of normal life.I heard the click of several shoes,coming up the stairs to the balcony area,and there stood Renate with another lady.Renate introduced her friend as Katya,who lived in Hannover,and had just come over for a short holiday.Katya was a short blonde,with a ready smile and very pretty face.Her clothing was designed to accentuate,rather than hide,her considerable charms.I guessed she was about 35 years old.Drinks were ordered,and we talked,in german,about what I had been doing,and about Katya and how she and Renate had met.Renate was,I knew,divorced,and Katya was about to assume that status in life.Dinner arrived and I chose fresh gambas.The ladies each decided on lobster as their main course.The hapless lobsters were delivered,and dealt with in a haphazard way,by the ladies.Katya,lubricated with more wine,now started to discuss her divorce,and her plans for the future.It was clear that she envied Renate's lifestyle on the island,as well as the low costs and easy way of life there,after the normally highly ordered existance in Germany.Katya asked how we had met,and I explained that I went to Renate's cafe,and she asked why I was reading a German newspaper,since I was clearly not German.Having established that I spoke that,as well as other languages well,we then struck a kind of rapport.I have always been easygoing-some say too easygoing-and I visited her place regularly for the ambience and company,since many bohemian germans and artists gathered at her cafe.The north of the island was quite overrun with them.

Katya asked her friend why she had never talked about me,and Renate said that she felt that we all ought to meet first.'Seeing,feeling and touching'was how she described such an event!Renate then launched into a monologue about my past,saying that the English were always so detached and passionless.I retorted that she had probably met the wrong type of English person,as I felt that such a description did not apply to me!Coffee and brandy were now served,and the girls consumed both with a passion.Renate was,unusually for a german,reaching the giggly stage,and her comments about life in general and men in particular,were now becoming more pointed.She asked me about my own relationships,and I told her that I had'given up women for Lent.'She thought that this was a little extreme,and both she and Katya giggled about it.'Anyway,I'm getting a little old to wrestle on a bed,with a lady all night'I said.She retorted that she might see about that!Women really are from Mars.

At about 1 o'clock in the morning,we left the restaurant.As a very light drinker,I had no problem with driving,but both girls had had far too much to drink,to drive home.Renate's place was a large flat above her cafe in the square.Being a gentleman,I offered to drive them home,and to come back tomorrow to recover Renate's little Golf car.I expected Renate to jump into the front of my car,leaving Katya to get into the back.However,both decided to get into the back,which was fine by me.I set off along the coastal road,back to the small town on the north of the island.On the way,there was a lot of giggling coming from the back of the car,and in the rear mirror,I could see Katya kissing Renate lightly on the lips.Alternatively concentrating on the road ahead,and seeing what was developing in the back of the car,I proceeded on my way.I put some 'easy listening'music on the sound system,and drove,very slowly,via my own port town towards the town where Renate lived.I stopped at a rocky promentary,and saw that Katya and Renate were both in a passionate embrace.Katya's hand had disappeared up the dress of Renate,who was moaning,and had her eyes closed.The sexual tension in the car was so great,that it could be cut with a knife.I lit a cigarette,listening to the sound of the music intermingled with the soft cries of the ladies,in the back.

Turning around,I looked at Katya who smiled back.'Komme Hier'she said.Without a second thought,I opened the rear door.Renate was lying across the bench seat,with one stocking clad leg,against the seat belt anchor point.She wore no knickers and Katya now proceeded to bury her face in Renate's crotch.Renate's moans grew louder,and Katya's expression more passionate,as they saw me taking in the view.Katya was licking her friend's cunt,with a passion.Katya's dress was unbuttoned,at the front,to reveal a stunningly large pair of breasts,encased in designer lingerie.It was clear that she was also wearing stockings with her sling back shoes.Clearly these girls had dressed with something in mind!Renate now turned over,with her knees on the seat,showing a wonderfull suntanned bottom.Since she was shaven,both her cunt and arsehole were clearly visible in the half light.The odd vehicle passing by,seemed not to disturb them at all.Katya was adopting the dominant role with Renate,and now proceeded to lick around her cunt,at the same time prising her arse apart.Not a word was spoken,as the moans increased in volume.Cigarette in hand,I watched the proceedings with interest.Katya now spoke in german to exhort Renate to greater stimulation,and with one hand,groped on the floor of the car,for her bag.Her hand went inside and produced a medium sized buttplug,which she held in one hand,below the line of the car seat.Prising Renate's buttocks wide open again.she now started to tongue her,all around her arsehole,but without entering it.This clearly got Renate in quite a lather,as her moans now became gutteral screams and grunts,as if running out of breath.Renate's own hand was skidding across the opening of her cunt,and with increasing speed,was stimulating her clit.I wondered if I should light another cigarette,but thought better of it!Katya now attacked Renate's arsehole with her tongue,snaking it in and out of the sensitive area.Renate's cries now reached a peak.Katya now took the buttplug and forced it harshly into Renate's arse.'Genug Yetz Shatze'said Katya,as she slapped Renate with two stinging blows on the arse.The plug reappeared,with the sudden shock of the blows,and Katya forced it back into Renate's arse,with some force.

Both girls now sat up,and I suggested that we carried on home.I hit a couple of bumps in the road,on the way back,which must have caused Renate to gasp,with the buttplug in her arse.On arrival at their place,we entered the dimmed cafe,and moved up to Renate's living area.Katya disappeared,while Renate,slumping on a sofa,lit a menthol cigarette.The only light came from a street light,outside her apartment,and it's shaft fell on the slim legs of Renate,highlighting her choice of material to cover them(almost).I found the kitchen,and made myself a coffee,as I waited to see what might happen next.The thought of leaving,at this stage,did not occur to me.A noise came from the back of the apartment,of a shower being switched on.Katya,I presumed.

Lighting a Marlborough heavy,I took in the peacefull scene,as I sipped coffee,and waited for the shower to quieten.My seat was opposite the sofa,on which Renate was slumped with,I presumed,the buttplug still in her delightful arse.Her legs were splayed apart,and her knee length skirt in some disarray.A noise to my rear,showed that Katya was certainly not sleeping.She came up behind me,gently covering my eyes with her hands.A tongue snaked into my left ear.'Hallo' said the voice behind me.Putting my hands behind me,I sought to discover,in detail,the person with the hands.My hands moved over a soft warm body.The hands were now removed,and Katya moved past my shoulder,to stand in front of me.Wow!Katya wore nothing save for a big smile,very strappy high heel mules,and carried a strap on cock,in her left hand.I was imagining what might happen next,but have always preferred reality to imagination.Katya sat astride my legs,facing me.Her sweet face was topped with her blonde hair,piled high,and she wore a small chain,around her middle.One of her formidable tits had a large silver ring,placed through a nipple.I flicked it lightly with a finger,and she put her arms around my neck.This caused a small,but noticeable shudder,in her body. My hands moved down her back to her arse,as I explored it gently.Her cheeks were round and firm,and she also appeared to be a shaved lady.How dirty was she,I wondered?I lifted her off my legs and placed her across my knees.Tweaking her nipple jewelry with my left hand,I then spanked her a few times on her bottom.The shock made her cry out,but a rapid inspection of her cunt,with my fingers,showed that it was having a very positive effect on her libido.I moved my fingers in her hairless crack,and dallied,from time to time,in the pit around her arsehole,making circular motions,as I went.Her breathing then became a little ragged,and a mixture of Channel and women,wafted upwards,towards my nostrils.I could see the outline of her splendid tits and feel them moving against my left leg.

'Was Gibst',said a detached voice from my front.Renate must have awoken!There then followed a dialogue between the two ladies,which I will not bore you with,except that many improper suggestions were made,but the bottom line,was that Renate was feeling left out!She then stood up,undoing her skirt,so that it feel in a pool of fabric at her feet.She still wore no knickers,but her slim legs were encased in silk stockings,held up by very small straps to a white half corset garter belt.As she removed her top,her tits sprung free,in all their magnificence.They were large and drooped slightly,but were,from my point of view,extremely womanly.Each nipple had a bar through it,connected to a horseshoe shaped silver bar.Now I know why she always wore very loose shirts in the cafe!She turned round,kneeling on the sofa,and pointed her bottom into the air.In the half light,it was a wonderful sight,with a shaft of light falling upon it.Time to finish my coffee and cigarette,I thought!

Advancing towards Renate's proffered bottom,I saw the flat end of the buttplug protuding from it.Her cheeks were picked out by the thin suspenders connecting her stockings with the half corset belt.All in all,she looked a sight to behold,and hold.I gently ran my hands over Renate's bottom,tweaking but not removing,the buttplug.As I moved it in and out,Renate stirred.Gentle instructions in German,which I ignored,combined with low moans,emanated from the subserviant lady.Kneeling down,I proceeded to lick her cunt and the area above it,near the buttplug,with gentle abandon.Behind me,Katya was gently urging me on.Suddenly I felt a hand snake between my legs,as she encouraged me manually.I now inserted two fingers in Renate's sopping cunt,and with my thumb,rubbed her clit.Turning around on the floor,I faced Katya as I continued to lick Renate,from her underside.Holding her bottom firmly ,I moved it over my snaking tongue,in and out,deep into her cunt.I then removed the buttplug very quickly from her arse,which caused uncontrolled shaking of her bottom.Meanwhile,Katya had moved to my old seat,and was looking on,I felt,from the shadows.I replaced the buttplug with one and then two fingers,to find her arsehole very damp,and in no need of lubrication.Gtting Renate to stay as she was,I stood up,as Katya moved towards me.As we kissed deeply,I tasted her sweetness,as she started to undress me.As she was using both hands,I imagine that she had dropped the strapon somewhere.Katya took my prick and popped it straight between her upper lips(not the lower ones.Later.Later).She was left handed I thought,since she wanked me with that hand,as her tongue snaked around my prick.Her right hand went up and around my balls,touching that area,and my arsehole,very gently,but leaving me in no doubt that she needed no geography lessons.Behind me,I felt Renate's tits in my back and her stockinged limbs against the back of my legs,as she joined us.While I could-probably-have just layed back and thought of Anglo-German understanding,that has never been my way.I wanted to be in charge,and give these ladies something to remember,particularly after their remarks about the British.Lifting Katya onto her seat,and putting a finger over my lips,to encourage her to wait,I turned to face Renate.Taking her gently back to the sofa,I sat on it,and quickly tipped her over,onto my knees.I picked up the buttplug,and hid it at the end of the sofa-for later.I then proceeded to spank Renate,who held onto my leg,her lovely hair cascading towards the floor.From time to time,I checked the fluids in her cunt,which were becoming morre abundant with each stroke.While she wriggled as I spanked her,her hands held my leg,ever more tightly.As quickly as I started the spanking,it now ceased.Rolling Renate off my knees and onto the sofa,I now placed her,so that she was in the sitting position.I now began,what I hoped,would be an extensive tongueing of her cunt and her arse generally.I lifted the hood around her clit,exposing the small nub to my lashing tongue,while at the same time,inserting a couple of fingers into her sopping cunt.Her body now began to move energetically,so I was getting to her.Moving my left hand up to one breast,I pressed the nipple and bar,deep into the fleshy recesses of her tit,and moved it very firmly around.This caused her to moan loudly,and Katya to move forward to see what I was doing to her.'Ach So',said the small voice of Katya.I removed my fingers from Renate's sopping cunt,and using both hands,forced both of her nipples deep within her titflesh.Long deep moans came from Renate,with the word'Yan'being uttered,from time to time.Getting there!

I now returned to Renate's cunt,returning two fingers to it,while continuing to lash her unprotected clit,with my tongue.Katya loomed above me,taking control of Renate's tits,concentrating on her now very prominent,nipples.Hopefully they were on fire.Renate moved against my fingers,as I added to their number,inside her.She pushed hard against them,which told me that she was expecting a fisting.After some minutes and with a lot of care,my whole hand entered her cunt.At that moment Renate screamed,followed by a deep series of grunts.I expanded my clenched fist inside her,alternately extending and bunching my fingers,as her juices swirled around my hand.I increased the tempo of my fisting,until she held my wrist with both her hands,using increasing energy to hold on,as a massive climax hit her.As she climaxed she lost complete control,and warm piss dropped out of her cunt,via my wrist onto the floor.Wonderful dirty bitch,I thought.If you can't make a lady lose control,what can a Brit do?Renate flopped on the sofa,completely shot away,and of little use to any man,or woman,until she recovered.Picking up the remains of my coffee,and an ashtray,I took Katya's hand and went in search of a bedroom.Holding my hand,she drew me towards a dark room in the rear,which was a chaos of lady's clothes,underwear,suitcases and make up strewn all over the dresser and floor.I could also make out the outline of a large vibrator and a glove dildo(those clever Germans).Katya took to the bed,rolling over onto her midriff,squashing her large breasts into the soft mattress.Holding onto the headboard,she then said,in excellent english,'Ian-beat me,hard'.I replied that she was so lovely that I might find it hard.'german men don't beat their women,and do not realise how erotic it is'she retorted.I do like ladies who answer back-it shows that they're concentrating!.Wanting to keep the Brits in high regard,I reluctantly decided to do her bidding.However,before starting,I wanted to lick her a little to warm her up,as she had taken little part in the proceedings,since she was'a deux'in the car with Renate.It was now about four o'clock in the morning.

Taking her firmly,I rolled her over,moving her legs apart.Her shoes were still attached to her feet,and the ankle straps gave more eroticism to an already,interesting situation.I dived between her legs,and using the same technique as on Renate,forcing her clit out of it's protective hood,with my thumb.I then lashed it fiercely with my tongue.It was apparent that her clit had been pierced at some stage,and my tongue played on the wound tissue around it.Clitoral stimulation is an art,and I considered myself an artist.Certainly I was pressing the right buttons,as far as Katya was concerned.I placed her legs over my shoulders,forcing them as widely apart as I could.This both stimulates a lady,and gives her the feeling of total openness,to her lover's attentions.I then turned her on her side,so that I lay behind her.stroking her back gently,I sought the knotted erotic musles in her back,and stimulated them firmly with my digits.Those around her shoulder blades,were particularly sensitive.     With my other hand,I explored between her legs,to find that my clitoral stimulation technique had caused a very wet pussy to fall into my hand.Her bottom looked very inviting,but she now grabbed my prick and literally forced it into her cunt.Long,slow strokes ensued,with my hands,at the same time,squeezing her nipples,and driving them deep into her tit flesh.Again,try to do more than one thing at once,to a lady,to increase her level of stimulation.Katya climaxed fairly quickly,and I felt her juices envelop my prick.Her moans rose to screams,as she announced-in German-that she was about to cum!The heat and sweat of our bodies intertwined as she enjoyed a huge orgasm.She then rolled herself into a foetal ball,pressing her back into me.I put my arms around her,and hoped to get some sleep.

After a little time,Renate entered the room.I saw her outline in the door,as the available light fell on her body.She had a coffee in one hand(for me?)and the strapon in the other.She still wore her heels,corselette,stockings and heels,and was a truly erotic sight.The coffee was laid on the floor,by my side of the bed,and she sat down on the tiled floor,beside me.her hand ran over my front,and her head lay against my side of the bed.In my best German,I suggested that we went to her room,but she announced that this was her room!The bed was big enough for three,and climbing in,she interposed herself between Katya and myself.All of us,then fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning,the noise of early risers,combined with the ringing of the church clock,in the square,announced another day starting.The girls were both awake at about 7.I showered and then went with them to the cafe,which,while not open yet,provided an unhurried breakfast with coffee and fresh bread.Both the girls were pretty bleary eyed,but after some black coffee,fortified with spanish brandy,they woke up.There followed an animated discussion of the night's events,with Katya saying that she had completely revised her opinion of the British.Renate asked me what I thought,and I told her that it was pretty obvious,from the way the two girtls were dressed at dinner,that I might have more than a coffee at Renate's place.'I loved the way you fisted me'she said.'You were tough yet gentle at the same time,but you would not let me come as quickly as I wanted-I like the feeling.Not many men can keep me waiting'I have always felt that pleasure should be extended for all parties,in lovemaking,so that's why I do not rush things.Pleasure given first to a lady,is usually returned manyfold.I agreed to go with Renate to recover her car.Katya then said she would come,so off we set.It appeared that Katya was a 'sleeping'partner in the cafe-in more ways than one,and she visited the island regularly from Germany.I asked her about her rings,commenting on the scar on her clit.She confirmd that she had removed that one,when she separated from her husband.Freedom?And those on her nipples?Those were a treat from Renate,done on the island,she said.

We got to Renate's car,and then proceeded to return to the town,with Katya on board my vehicle.She was dressed in jeans,a small top,and no makeup,and looked tired but great.Always remember that you should be able to look at your partner,in the morning,I reminded myself.And I could.Katya thanked me for last night,and enquired if we could all meet again,before I had to go back to work,in Northern Europe.I agreed that tonight would be fine.'We'll eat in' she said.Many a true word......After dropping her off,I headed back to my own pad,to sleep,get my mails and generally chill out(again!).Some hours later,I arrived at the cafe,just as closing time was announced.Going upstairs,I found Katya preparing a meal-cold-and I volunteered to open some wine I had brought with me.This time Katya was wearing,what she declared,was her'seduction outfit'.I explained that there was no need,as I already felt seduced.She said that she wanted me to fist her tonight,and that a good cold meal,would get my strenght up.While not exactly ancient,I am of a 'certain age',where guile has to replace outright physical performance.She asked me what I might like to do,standing there in a pinnafore,high heels,stockings and a small waisted royal blue corset.'I will just let things develop',I said.She thought this a rather staid remark,but smiled wickedly.'Renate is my best friend',she said.Clearly I had already seen the result of this friendship,in the back of my car.(Remember to check if there is any underwear in the back!!).I had enough confidence to think that the ladies would like whatever I did to them,and progressed on that theme.Dinner was taken in a lighthearted way,accompabnied by lots of wine.The lighting in the sitting room was turned down low,and three large candles flickered by the window.After dinner,I repaired with coffee and a cigarette,to the large sofa,leaving the girls,talking in whispers and giggling.There then came a loud enquiry from Renate asking what I really liked.'I like it when you enjoy yourselves with me.That's what makes me happy'.With that the two girls stood up,and moved towards the sofa.Katya,as usual,seemed to be in charge,as she slowly stripped her partner,from the rear,giving me a grandstand view.She then took a small sleeping mask,from the sideboard and placed it over Renate's eyes.Renate's legs opened to reveal Katya's hand sawing up and down her cunt.With her other hand,she twisted Renate's nipple bar,harshly.Moving Renate forward,she took her head and rested it in my lap,while the woman still stood teetering on her heels.Katya then knelt down and buried her head between Renate's arse cheeks.Clearly she was sampling her friend's arsehole,while continuing to bury a couple of fingers in her cunt.I was not unmoved as Renate was finding out.Renate was shaking and moaning as,I assumed,Katya's tongue snaked inside her arsehole,all the time her fingers moving busily inside her cunt.This was no time to light another cigarette.