I hurried down to my room, opened the pay packet and took out a wad of Deutsch mark. I counted them and it was 400 even. I did the calculation in my head and came up with a little over $200. I felt relieved. One week of work had covered my expenses since leaving Dublin, so the next four weeks would put me ahead. I cleaned up and went down to the local pub for dinner.
When I walked in, nothing much had changed. The old men sat in the corner, the same waitress came to my table, this time bringing a liter of beer before I even ordered. I asked for a couple of sausages and sauerkraut and took out my book. It would be a short night so I would be fresh and rested for whatever Ute had in store for tomorrow.
CHIRP! CHIRP! CHIRP!
I was actually awake before the alarm went off. I had been dreaming about Ute all night – physical dreams, happy dreams.
I went in and showered, shaved and shined. I put on a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt. My only shoe choices were my boots or flip-flops. Ute had mentioned a hike, so I opted for the boots, though they weren't ideal for a hike. I gathered my stuff, put some money in my pocket and secured the rest, and sat on the edge of the bed to wait until 06:30. Everyone was always early around here, so I wanted to get the jump on Ute and be waiting on the curb.
I went down the empty hall, unlocked the door and…
Damn!
The sky was bright and clear, but the street was still in shadow, except for a single shaft of light that broke through a gap in the buildings. Ute was leaning against the car lit by golden morning light. She was wearing a flannel shirt tied above her middrift, a pair of tight leather shorts and a type of German hat I had seen many hikers using, and it was covered in little medallions. Her hair glowed in the morning light when she took off the hat to shake her locks back. She smiled at me and it was like a second sunrise.
I locked the door, went down the steps and walked up to her with a bemused look on my face. "I was trying to get here first, and you still beat me."
She smiled impishly, wrapped her arms around my waste, and said, "I couldn't wait any longer. I've been dreaming about you for four days." She leaned in and gave me a long, moist, lingering kiss, then gave my cheek a light nibble. "I've got something special for you today. Are you ready?"
"I've been ready all week. All I can do is think about you," I confessed. "You've put a spell on me."
Ute grinned and slapped my ass, then took my hand and pulled me around the car. "Hold the door for me, lover."
I opened the door until she was inside, then closed it and ran around the other side and climbed in. She revved the engine, slammed it into gear and we shot off down the street.
The city was just coming to life and the traffic was light. Within minutes, the buildings began to thin out and up the road the trees began to thicken into a solid wall of trunks and branches. We got on the autobahn and sailed down the road until we were in deep countryside. The trees broke here and there to reveal bright green fields and the occasional farm house.
Ute swung onto an exit and turned onto a two-lane road that led deep into the forest. Eventually, she pulled over off the shoulder and parked the car, though I didn't see any landmark or other means of telling where we were.
"Are you ready for a little hike?" she said playfully.
"With you, I'm ready for anything," I said honestly.
"Good, follow me."
She reached in the boot and took out a picnic basket, then took my hand and pulled me into the forest. After a few minutes, I noticed we were on a faint trail. It wasn't well used, but the leaves and dirt were noticeably stomped down.
We walked for about 30 minutes or so, until we came into an clearing with a pond in the middle surrounded by lush green grass Ute giggled and let go of my hand and ran ahead to a spot near the edge of the water. She set the basket down, opened it and pulled out a blanket. She flapped it a couple of times, then let it settle on the grass. She placed the basket at one corner and sat on the edge to take off her shoes.
She motioned me to hurry up. I did the same and we sat back on the blanket in each other's arms.
"Welcome to the Black Forest," she said proudly.
It was a beautiful spot – cool, shaded, and very quiet but for bird song and the occasional flapping of grasshoppers.
We kissed and snuggled, stroking each other's bodies, I nibbled her neck, causing her to shiver and moan. I grabbed a handful of her hair and put my other hand on the small of her back and pulled her tight against me. She squirmed and sighed and dug her fingernails into my shoulders.
Suddenly, she rolled over, stood up and sprinted to the tree line in her bare feet. I watched as she moved back and forth, scanning the ground as if looking for something lost. Then she stooped and picked something up off the ground, moved a bit, and picked up something else.
After a couple of minutes, she came back to the blanket, her hand closed concealing whatever it was she had found.
"Close your eyes," she said. I did and she placed something on my tongue, then kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I tasted something very sweet, like strawberries, but very small. She pulled back and I opened my eyes.
"Wild strawberries," she said, and opened her hand to reveal small red berries. They looked and tasted like strawberries, but I had never seen any so small.
Ute held out another berry between her thumb and finger. I took her wrist and pulled her hand to my mouth, taking the berries and licking and sucking her soft fingers. I lightly bit one of her fingers and she yanked her hand back, then slapped me playfully on the shoulder.
Suddenly, she stood up again and began untying her shirt. The tail unravelled as she unbuttoned it. She slowly, teasingly opened the shirt and let it slide off her arms, revealing perfect breasts with smooth golden skin and large red nipples that stood firmly erect. Her belly was smooth and toned, not a fold or ripple to be seen.
Ute kneeled down and pulled my t-shirt off. She ran her fingers through my chest hair and down my stomach. She ran both hands around my sides and up my back, kissing me and pushing us both back on the blanket. We teased and giggled. I lightly flicked her nipples with my tongue, she bit and sucked on my neck and shoulders. Her fingers traced my muscles, and mine teased her breasts and ran down her back until I grabbed her ass with both hands and she let out a yelp of pleasure.
I undid the button on her shorts and slid them off her feet. She got onto her knees and removed mine and gasped when she saw my tool, swollen and throbbing with ancipation. I got onto my knees, kissed her and slid a hand between her legs. Her feminine folds were dripping wet and spread open for me. I laid her back on the blanket, positioned myself between her legs and very slowly entered her love canal.
Our hips began to grind and pump in rhythm with each other and the pace quickened. Suddenly, she let out a howl of pleasure and I felt the muscles of her canal grip my tool. A flood of hot liquid exploded out of her, soaking my balls. I felt my own explosion building and she grabbed my ass, digging her nails in. I lost control and released my joy juice inside her in an orgasm I thought would not stop.
Every muscle in my body convulsed and a feeling of complete surrender filled me. The entire universe faded until there was only her face…her eyes staring into mine with animal lust and rapturous pleasure.
We stayed in that position for what seemed like eons, until my arms gave out and a rolled onto my back next to her. We stared up at the sky, the trees that had watched us, the…GOOSE?
A large wild goose had come out of nowhere and had started biting my leg and honking madly at me. I yelped and jumped up. The goose had its head down, wings out and was making all sorts of strange noises. I backed up slowly, but it came at me, flapping it wings and honking. I turned and ran and soon found out that geese can move pretty fast when they want to. It was biting me on the ass as I ran in circles, yelling at it to stop.
Ute was no help. She was rolling on the blanket laughing and watching the goose and I running around like a Benny Hill skit. Suddenly the goose stopped, straighten up and pulled in its wings, and then turned a casually waddled back to the pond, slipped into the water, and paddled off to meet its kin across the way.
I cam back to the blanket panting and confused. "What the hell was that?"
Ute was still laughing histerically, and just when it seemed she was about to stop, she's look at me and fresh paroxysms of laughter would take hold of her. I had to laugh in spite of myself just watching her doubled up, holding her belly and rolling around howling.
I collapsed on my back again, then quickly sat up to check the location of the goose, which was still across the pond with his mates. I laid back down and tried to picture in my head what it looked like to see me running naked in circles with a goose biting at my hind end.
After a moment, Ute rolled on top of me, tears streaming down her face, hardly able to control her laughter. She kissed me, then pulled back to look at me. The sunlight streamed out from behind her head, her strawberry blonde hair lit up like flames. She looked like every image I had ever seen of an angel, with a glowing halo and a look of gentle happiness on her face.
"You trained that goose, didn't you?" I said accusingly.
Ute laughed again. "No, I promise you I've never seen them here before." She giggled again.
"Hmmm," I said. "I think you planned it."
Ute rolled over and took a bottle of wine from the basket, along with two cups and a cork screw. She handed the bottle and opener to me and I pulled the cork out and filled the cups. We toasted and giggled and drank in the cool mid-morning breeze, naked and exhausted on the blanket in the middle of the forest.
After a time, Ute got up on all fours and crawled to the picnic basket, offering me an outstanding view of her lovely lady parts. Unable to resist my impulse, I moved in for a taste and she moaned in appreciation. Her climax filled the glade with howls of ecstacy, and when she had played out, she turned and spanked me.
"So naughty," she chided and went back to the basket.
Ute pulled out several containers and a large loaf of fresh bread. She opened the containers to reveal all the fixings for a master-class sandwich. She laid everything out and handed the bread and knife to me to slice. When I handed it back, she laid cold cuts, cheese, tomatoes, peppers, and a healthy helping of lettuce. I slided it into several pieces and we ate well, washing it down with wine.
When we had finished, Ute cleaned up the assembly line and placed the remaining slices of sandwich back in the basket. She told me to stand up and she shook out the blanket and laid it back on the gress.
We curled up together, naked and satiated, soaking up the sunlight filtering through the surrounding trees. We spent the afternoon swimming, sleeping, making love, and playing chase around the glade. She traced the outlines of my muscles with her fingertips. I hadn't thought of it before, but carrying a 20kg pack, walking everywhere and doing heavy lifting at work had left me toned, and Ute liked it.
"You are my Adonis," she whispered in my ear and kissed me lightly sending bolts of electricity throughout my body. She softly stroked my stomach, moving ever lower to my awakening tool.
"That would make you my Aphrodite,then," I said, and she smiled as she began gently stroking my engorged member.
Ute rolled on top of me and took my tool into her wet and willing depths. She began slowly riding my stallion, gradually moving faster as her lady parts squeezed tighter, her juices flowing. We climaxed together in moaning ecstasy that echoed around the glade. The trees whispered approval and birds sang their praise.
We collapsed in a heap, panting and sweating, and drifted off into vivid dreams. In my visions, I saw us as Adam and Eve, unashamed and unburdened by an outside world.
Sometime later, Ute stirred and took a sip of wine, she kissed me and shared the elixir and revelled in the smells of our love. We swam in the pond, making love in the cool water, then crawled out onto the blanket, drinking in each other's desire.
After an eternity, the light began to fade. Ute began packing up the picnic and sorting our clothes, which had lain in a heap in one corner, unused and unwanted the entire day. While she was on her knees, I stood and grabbed her hips and took her like a wild animal. She yelped and growled and howled with pleasure until I filled her with my passion.
After another period of heaving repose, Ute suggested we leave soon or darkness will make it difficult to get out. Her voice was husky with lust and love, her breath scented with wine and my juices.
We dressed and rolled up the blanket and walked hand in hand into the trees. I looked back for a last view of our nest and noticed something I hadn't seen before.
"Is that pond manmade?" I asked.
"In a way," she replied, "Why do you ask?"
"I just noticed that it is almost perfectly round," I said.
"Yes, it's a bomb crater from World War 2."
We walked in silence back to the car and wound our way back into the city.