As mentioned before, Gerda worked at the cozy bar across the street from our army barracks in a small town in Southern Germany, where I was doing my basic training. Almost six feet tall, she was a very big Bavarian girl in her mid twenties. Her voluptous breasts and her beautiful butt were probably the reason why she got employed at this place frequented mainly by soldiers.
We started talking at the bar where she was serving drinks, and she invited me one night to go dancing. We both got very horny on the dance floor, I finger fucked her under the table in a dark corner and she made me crazy masturbating my cock until we both were wasting our juices. After resting a while with another drink, we left, and I was hoping she would take me home to her place. Turned out, she lived with her aunt who was very strict and did not allow men visiting her in her room. Tough shit, I thought, because my military quarters sure were no alternative.
But Gerda did not give up so easily. She kissed me deeply, pushed her humongous tits against my chest and whispered in my ear: “I know a place where we can have a sweet night together”. I did not care, being the stranger, I gladly let her take the lead. We walked a few blocks and ended up in front of a building which a had only one red light over the door and a sign “Roter Mond” (Red Moon). Obviously, it was the local brothel, of which each German town has one or more, legal and licensed by the health authorities.
“Is this not only for men?” I asked.
“Yes”, she said, “but I have friends there, because I used to work here behind the bar … and only behind the bar!” So, we entered, and found ourselves in a big, nicely furnished living room, with a big bar, several couches and dimmed lighting. A bunch of super attractive women were hanging around there and a few men. The only clothing they wore were big, pink towels for the ladies and blue towels for the men. Having grown up in the country site and just graduated from high school, I had never been in this type of establishment, but sure had heard about it.
Several of the women approached Gerda, hugged her and one of them teased her “you look like being homeless, come in, girl”. Then I followed Gerda in a small room with lockers and a stack of towels. Without saying a word, she looked at me with a devious grin and started immediately to take off her blouse and her skirt. As I had already found out earlier, she did not wear a bra or panties. Here she stood, in her high heels, with those sexy, strong legs, tremendous tits of whatever DD size and the bulging butt which I already explored on the dance floor.
“Come on, soldier“ she said, “get out of your clothes, or they will kick us out.” I followed the orders, kind of embarrassed, grabbed a blue towel, and continued starring at her body while she provocatively, slowly rolled herself into a pink towel. Arm in arm we returned to the living room and went straight to the bar. Behind it was a tall, voluptuous older woman with big, black hair, who was wearing a red belt around her pink towel.
She said, “Welcome back, Gerda girl,” and when she looked at me, I froze. This was Ms. Heidi, the secretary of the Captain, our company commander.
With a sweet smile, Ms. Heidi said “Welcome, Private, what are you drinking?” Wow, what a surprise!. For a moment, I thought that this is all wet dream. But when the Scotch and Soda landed in front of me, I realized that this was evidently the next stage of my military training. Ms. Heidi was a sensation when she walked around the military office building. All soldiers staring at her handsome butt and the dancing tits. Had they known that she got this night job for some extra money.