I walked through the crowd of sexy beer wenches and lederhosen bros, sufficiently buzzed and enjoying the Leavenworth Oktoberfest for the first time during my short vacation in the central Washington Cascades.

Looking at my Instagram stories, I knew that Chelsea, my veritable Barbie doll of a former coworker at a beachfront resort on the Oregon Coast, was also in town. Before moving to the beach, she started her hospitality career at Leavenworth’s Bavarian Ritz Hotel and liked to visit each year for the fest.

I wandered west on Front Street, half-full stein in hand, enjoying the sunset behind the mountains west of town and keeping an eye out for her. Halfway down the drag, a twenty-foot alley opened through the throng of drinkers. And at the end of it, there she stood in all her glory.

Chelsea looked like she had stepped right off of the label on a bottle of St. Pauli Girl lager and into every man’s Germanic wet dream, clad in her minidress dirndl costume. A full head of platinum blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders, tan and naked above the off-the-shoulder neckline. A set of perky, C-cup breasts in a push-up bra filled out the faux white blouse top of her minidress. They rested atop a faux brown leather corset built into the dress with lace around her taut midsection and thin waist.

The lacy trim of the green miniskirt barely reached halfway down her thick, tan, athletic thighs. A pair of thigh-high cotton socks ran up from her leather pumps, covering most of those sexy legs but leaving little to my imagination.

Chelsea had always been such a sweetheart to me, then a docile, introverted, three-hundred-pound puffball. She took me out of my comfort zone to go dancing, sing karaoke. I wasn’t always easy to convince.

A lot had changed in the year and a half since she moved away to work at a ritzy hotel in downtown Seattle. We didn’t stay in touch except on social media. I stayed on at the resort, working my way up from maintenance to management.

Chelsea couldn’t help but break my heart when she left. But in my wallowing, I decided I needed the true affection of a woman in her league.

I started out walking. Then I started running. Within several months, I was finishing five and ten-kilometer races. My free time went from video games to running and strength training.

Over the next year, I dropped 100 pounds, toned my body and became rather svelte and athletic. I had just spent the last week in the Cascades climbing peaks before ending my vacation with a trip to Oktoberfest, feeling victorious and ready to turn one on, hoping to show Chelsea the new me.

I’d decided to play the part, donning a red-checkered gingham button-up shirt. I bought a pair of lederhosen, loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough to show off my impressive bulge. A pair of suspenders and my hiking boots completed the look.

I couldn’t help but gawk at Chelsea for a few seconds with a look of amazement at finally seeing her in person again. She took notice of me out of the corner of her eye. Then she turned that always perfectly manicured face — like a cross between Mandy Moore and Jessica Simpson, with deep blue eyes, cherry red lips and a golden artificial tan — toward me.

Her eyes quickly scanned down my high-and-tight haircut and chiseled, stubbled jawline. She kept going down my muscular torso, even sneaking a look at my crotch before her eyes darted back up to mine.

The appreciative look and slight smile on her face told me all I needed to know. Chelsea thought I was hot — mission accomplished. My heart pounded and brain swirled. But I bucked up and walked straight for her.

“Long time no see, Chelsea,” I said, confidently striding toward her.

She cracked a smile and turned her body away from her group of friend and toward me.

“Charlie; is that you?” she asked, looking somewhat flabbergasted. I had mostly kept my progress offline, aside from some beautiful mountain landscapes, preferring to surprise people with the new and improved me.

“In the flesh,” is said, nearing her.

She stepped toward me, and we immediately embraced in a warm hug. Her hand wrapped around my broad shoulders. Mine went to the small of her back and pulled her slightly into me. The sides of our faces touched slightly for a few seconds before we broke our embrace.

“Holy cow, Charlie; what did you do to yourself?” she asked. “You look like a completely different person.”

“Lots of salad and running,” I said with a smirk. “It’s great to see you again. I decided to come up and do some hiking in the Enchantments and check this place out. Saw your posts on Instagram and decided to search you out. You look amazing, as usual.”

“Thanks, and it’s great seeing you again too,” she said with an appreciative smile, running her hand down one of my toned shoulders and biceps. “Looks like you’ve been doing a little more than just running.”

“I work out a lot,” I said. “Just wanted to tighten things up.”

“Well … you look pretty tight to me,” she said with a mischievous smile.

Chelsea introduced me to her friends, who similarly ogled me. We hit it off pretty quickly, and next thing I knew I was part of their group.

We partied, danced and drank into the night. Mercifully, no other guys had significantly drawn in Chelsea before I found her. We continually stole glances at each other as she grew more and more comfortable with fit Charlie. I kept the pressure up, dancing with and giving her friendly caresses as we both grew fairly buzzed. She accepted my embraces more and more as the night went on, and we started to couple off.

Around midnight, I looked at my phone and turned to Chelsea

“I think I’m done for the night,” I said. “I’m kind of a lightweight these days.”

“Yeah; me too,” she said, balancing on my shoulder. “This was a great night.”

“It really was,” I said. “I’m so happy I got to see you again, Chelsea.”

She rubbed her hand along my neck and leaned into me even closer. We looked at each other, all smiles, eye-fucking each other with abandon. Then I leaned in and planted a kiss on those cherry red lips.

Chelsea’s head turned, and we started to make out. I turned toward her, and we resumed our hug from earlier in the evening, a bit more intimate this time. She ran her hands down my muscular arms, up my chiseled abs and across my broad chest before hooking them around my neck. My hands ran down her back and lightly played over her soft ass cheeks. Our sexes pressed together, warming each other in the cool night.

“Maybe this night doesn’t have to end yet,” I said, our foreheads pressed together.

Her hand caressed my cheek, and her head nodded in agreement.

“My old manager scored me a really nice suite at the Ritz,” she said. “It’s got a really comfy bed.”

I chuckled at this little tidbit she shared. “Can’t wait,” I said.

Chelsea bid adieu to her friends, who drunkenly heckled the two new lovers. Chelsea and me wrapped our arms around each other's waists and walked through the Bavarian-themed downtown to the Ritz. We hastened through the lobby, upstairs and down the hall to Chelsea’s room.

When we approached the door, I pressed Chelsea against it. I leaned in and we nuzzled, lost in another sensual kiss.

My hands ran down her back to that luscious butt, so soft and ample inside her minidress. My fingers spread out into a claw until both my hands were full of ass cheeks. I gripped lifted and lifted until her crotch was level with mine.

Chelsea lifted her legs off the ground and wrapped them around my waist. I pressed my crotch into hers, pinning her up against the door with my vice grip on her ass. She let out a moan at the first sensation of my hard cock pressing against her mound.
Chelsea lowered herself down, broke our kiss and turned to unlock the door. I ground my hard-on her ass, kissing my way along her neck as she fumbled with the keys. Finally she plunged the key into the lock, turned and opened the door.

I steadily pushed her into the room, closing the door behind us. We staggered, locked in a passionate embrace, across her room, straight for the bed.

Her hands ran up my chest and unbuttoned my shirt from the top down, revealing my muscular, hairy chest. If she could be my St. Pauli Girl, I could be her David Hasselhoff. I chuckled at the thirst in Chelsea’s face.

My hands went down to the back of her thighs and lifted the hem of her dress to reveal that luscious ass of hers before squeezing again. We made out while Chelsea pulled my shirt the rest of the way off and explored my upper body with her hands.

I got down on my knees, turned Chelsea around and motioned for her to bend over the bed. There I was, face to face with one of the most juicy bubble butts I had ever seen, fit perfectly inside some white lacy panties.

I hauled the panties down her legs to her boots, which I unclipped and took off before sliding her panties off her feet. I slowly ran my hands up her beautiful legs, still covered by those white cotton thigh-highs, relishing the smell of her moistening pussy as I got closer to the promised land. Once I reached bare flesh, I started slowly kissing my way up her thighs and toward the gap.

Chelsea let out an apprehensive moan when she first felt my tongue dip inside butt crack. My hands spread her butt cheeks and my face settled in underneath.

My tongue traced lines back and forth across her damp slit, slowly dipping in a little bit more with each pass. I kissed and suckled her pussy lips, my hands gripping her ass cheeks on either side. Chelsea moaned at my face, buried in her ass and lapping up her sex, spread her arms out across the mattress and gripped the sheets.

I contorted my tongue like an ice cream scoop and dipped into her canal. Chelsea’s arm came back and grabbed my head, eagerly pushing my face into her ass. I massaged up and down her vaginal walls while she moaned overhead louder and louder.

My tongue unfurled, twisting and turning inside her like a corkscrew. The more Chelsea wriggled, the harder I sucked. I spanked her ass a few times for good measure.

Chelsea’s moans grew louder and louder, and she ground her ass into my face. My lips locked around her pussy, and I bunched my tongue into a peg. I plunged it in and out of her canal, sucking hard on her pussy while her cries neared a crescendo.

Chelsea peaked after twenty more seconds of my plunging and started squirting in my mouth. I lapped up her juices and kept pumping her pussy with my tongue and squeezing her ass.

My face sufficiently splattered with her juices, I gave one last lick over Chelsea’s drenched pussy, stopping a few seconds to tickle her puckered, tight asshole with the tip of my tongue. I motioned her to her feet and stood up behind.

My hands went to the zipper on the back of her minidress and started pulling it down. Soon it revealed her tan back and the strap of her equally white, lacy push-up bra, which I unclasped as I unzipped her. I stepped back and let Chelsea finish pulling the sleeves off her bra before the dress and bra both fell and pooled around her feet.

I stood there admiring Chelsea’s perfect body, naked except for those sexy white thigh-highs, which I had no intention of taking off.

Chelsea turned toward me with a mischievous grin, providing the most beautiful full frontal I had ever witnessed. Her shapely thighs ended in a tufted airstrip of pubic hair I had yet to explore after entering her from behind. Her flat stomach ran up to her two large, perky tanned breasts, each topped by a sizable, erect pink nipple.

She walked toward me and finished pulling my shirt off. Then she went to work on my belt, unclasping and pulling it free from my lederhosen. She lowered to her knees before untying and slipping off either of my boots.

She unbuttoned the shorts and pulled them down my toned legs, revealing my black boxer briefs. Her hands ran up my powerful thighs and across my throbbing erection, cocked to the right inside my briefs, before pulling them down too.

My cock sprung out at a forty-five-degree angle, thick and veiny with a bulbous head. Chelsea looked up at me with a smile before leaning in and kissed it. Her cherry red lips spread around the head and slid down the first few inches. Her hand cupped my testicles and jiggled them like some stress relief balls.

I basked in the view of Chelsea’s blonde mane bobbing back and forth, my cock disappearing past her cute little upturned nose. I placed my hand on the back of her head and started gently pushing her farther down on my cock. Within a few passes, Chelsea the tip of her nose reached my pubic hair. She swallowed all eight inches, gagging on me, grabbing my muscular ass cheeks for good measure.

I started thrusting into that cute little mouth, steadily pumping her throat full of my cock. She devoured it, the wet, slippery sounds of her mouth stuffed with cock driving me toward orgasm. But I didn’t feel like popping in her mouth, and pulled her off my cock and to her feet.

We made out some more, hands exploring each other’s naked bodies, mouths tasting each other’s sex.

I ran both hands down Chelsea’s back and clutched those juicy ass cheeks, lifting her until those big beautiful breasts were in my face. Chelsea wrapped her legs around my torso and mashed my face into her chest. I took turns sucking on her perfect mammaries, nibbling on each of those pink nipples while she whimpered overhead.

I carried Chelsea to the edge of the bed and laid her down on her back, standing in front with her legs splayed around my waist. One hand went to her hips and lifted, lining her pussy up with my crotch. The other grabbed my granite cock, slick with her saliva, and started rubbing the head back and forth across her entrance.

Chelsea gripped my ass wrapped around my waist, pulling me in. Her mouth gaped when I steadily plunged into her. Her pussy gripped around my cock as it burrowed through her velvety folds. My hands gripped her hips and held her level with my crotch. I held for several seconds inside her before pulling out to the tip.

We slowly found a rhythm through several more thrusts, her moans mingling with my grunts. My hips steadily bucked in and out of Chelsea, who wrapped her legs tighter around my waist and wailed overhead. Each time my cock exited, her pussy lips clung to the shaft like a surgical glove being pulled off a finger, then disappeared as I plunged back in.

I pushed Chelsea farther on to the bed, crawling on top of her. I raised her legs up in the air until they rested on my shoulders.
The weight of my upper body pressed her legs almost all the way to her shoulders as a crushed down on her and started thrusting my cock into her exposed pussy. My hips relentlessly pounded her body into the mattress, driven on by her low, guttural moaning.

Chelsea shouted in ecstasy while I drilled her as fast as my hips would buck, my crotch slapping the bottom of her thighs. The mattress shook with the force of my pounding. She pulled my face to hers. Her mouth gaped and let out a continual yowl, eyes pleading me to fuck her brains out and finish her off.

After several more thrusts, the rush started to build in me. I grunted loudly, fiercely stabbing down into Chelsea while she begged me on. Several more thrusts, and the dam burst. We wailed in unison, riding out several waves of ecstasy, the rim of her pussy turning white as I emptied myself inside her.

We fucked out the residual orgasm over the next thirty seconds. I wrapped my arm around her, lifting us up while my other arm pulled down the sheets.

I lay down on my back, and Chelsea curled up on top of me, melding us together. She softly purred, her hand brushing along my chest hair, her head nestling into my neck. I pulled the sheets up over us.

“Jesus, that was amazing,” I said, exasperated. “Is there anyone lovelier than you?”

Chelsea laughed, kissed my cheek and continued petting my chest.

“You were incredible, Charlie,” she said. “No man has ever fucked me like that.”

“You were my constant inspiration every day I sacrificed and worked my ass off to get in better shape, Chelsea,” I said. “I wanted to be attractive to a woman like you, although there isn’t really any comparison.”

“Well, looks like your dream has come true,” she said. “And don’t worry; this isn’t it for us.”

We drifted off to sleep, snug in each other’s embrace.