I In my last year with our group of young Socialists, we organised dancing lessons in my hometown in Austria. Most of us were in our late teens. I had attended dancing instructions a year earlier and felt confident that I could show beginners the steps of the then fashionable Tango, Foxtrot, English Waltz, and Rumba. For the traditional Austrian dances, a man and a woman, both party-comrades and good dancers volunteered t...
The following day, Helen rang me at work. It was, of course, a few years before mobile phones and I had given her my phone number at University so that we could keep undiscovered in touch. She was in high spirits, her voice chirpy as she asked me how well I had slept. She giggled, “Did you have any dreams that would worry Erika? As for me, I just hope I won’t moan and gasp in my sleep!” I would find out that Helen, unlike...
Helen’s voice was calm, and under her tousled hair, there was a shy, almost inward-looking smile on her face. We had a shower, shampooed our hair. Then Helen just waited to be washed by me. As we caressed each other again, all the urgency of the day flowed away. Helen brought my clothing in from the living room for us to get dressed together. We had not yet found words save enough to talk about what we had done. Helen, ho...
While Helen was gone, I went to have a piss and quick wash. She came back with two mugs, placed them on the bedside tables and skipped into bed. She told me to behave and not to spill anything on ‘our’ bed. Helen was in high spirits, bubbling over in merriment and excitement. There was no sign of regret or guilt for having broken her marriage-vow on the marital bed. There was no evasion, no search for excuses. Sitting in...
Helen left me to go to the toilet. On returning, she stopped in the doorway, still temptingly nude, and asked if I wanted a shower. I laughed, “If you mean with you, always!” “I hoped for this answer,” was her laughing reply. When we stood close together under the shower, I told Helen that I showering with my mistress was, for me, a great turn on. By inviting me, she had confirmed that she was my type of women. I gave her...
On Thursday morning, having left home for university, as usual, I rang Helen’s doorbell shortly after nine. She came quickly to the door, opening it wide. Helen smiled at me shyly, with her lower lip drawn in. No hello offered. She just stepped aside and, with a wave of her hand, invited me to enter. Then she quickly closed the door; leaning against it made the latch click shut. She stood there, head lifted, eyes lowered,...
I had been fortunate. My childhood had, partly through the turmoil of the times, partly through parental ‘neglect’, not significantly inhibited my natural sexual development. It was followed by a not particularly adventurous but by fortunate circumstances blessed youth. During it, sexual encounters with sensually intelligent, mature women taught me much about them and, most importantly, myself. It completed my liberation...
Sue turned towards the bathroom. Looking back over her shoulder, she ordered Mark to get undressed and into bed. Mark obeyed and waited. On leaving the bathroom, Sue stopped in the doorway. She looked down on Mark’s nude shape, on the bed. Even in the moon-lit semi-darkness, Sue could see his rampant cock. Mark did not just look at Sue. He drank her in as she fronted him: Long-legged, broad-hipped, flat-bellied, with the...
Instead of the usual hour, it had taken Mark this Sunday morning only forty minutes to clear the city and reach the open road. It was sunny and promised to become a warm December day. With the window open and the breeze in his hair, it would make for a pleasant, relaxed drive up the Hume Highway to Sydney. In planning his trip to the Hunter Valley, Mark had decided to make an overnight, halfway stop at Yass. When Sue surp...
Chapter 5: After Irmgard’s return from her holiday in Majorca, Stefan had only a fortnight left in Saarbruecken. Worse, in the first week, he had to attend a conference in Frankfurt for three working days. So, they saw each other only once. Irmgard was in almost exaggeratedly high spirits, beautifully tanned from the Mediterranean sunshine. When she stripped, the pale contour of brief bikini pants showed off the only part...
Chapter 4: Stefan spent the winter trimester productively but, regarding any sexual adventures, uneventfully in Tübingen. Although he had Irmgard’s phone number, he had decided not to ring. Despite his wish to continue his relationship, Stefan did not feel entitled to hold Irmgard captive. Also, he did not rush back to Saarbruecken. Over Easter, Stefan spent ten days with friends in Provence. He returned to Saarbruecken f...
Chapter3: Irmgard and Stefan’s relationship began in late September. Until Christmas, Irmgard continued to spend some sex-filled hours with Stefan at least twice a week, whenever he was in Saarbruecken. Except on two occasions, they did not go out with each other. Irmgard’s weekends were reserved not only for time with her son, but with her continuing, everyday social life, which Stefan neither could nor wanted to share....
Chapter 2: Stefan and Irmgard had made no date. Of course, both knew that they could meet each other as 'regulars' in Liesl's café. Stefan was sorely tempted to go the following evening but stayed back to work on his lectures. Wednesday night, however, he could no longer resist. Settled down at the corner table well before ten, with a beer and one of Liesl's famous sandwiches, Stefan wondered what it would feel like if Ir...
Chapter 1: For the first three months and the last three months of study leave, Stefan Blatt was based at the University of the Saarland in Saarbruecken. The accommodation provided for him was in the University's guest-house. It was surrounded by a park-like forest, a ten-minute stroll from the university campus. This studio apartment became for Stefan his home base for most of his year in Germany. When Stefan and Irmgard...
When I got on the plane in Manila to continue my journey to Frankfurt, my assigned window seat was taken. A child or woman was curled up in sleep or indifference against the cabin's wall. The plane's flight had started in Tokyo, and she or it had taken possession of the vacant seat. I was in a happy mood and let it be. After stowing away my hand luggage, I quietly sat down next to this rolled-up bundle. Close to midnight...
