At Weimar on Heather
At Weimar on Heather
Ken sat in the train to Weimar. He remembered how they learned
to know each other. One day he had found her mail in his mailbox.
Time going by he had learned more about heather, that was
her name.
Like him she was married, she also had two children and wanted
to escape the grey daily routine. He knew of her that she
had short
blonde hair and just a little while ago lost her appendix.
She had also told him that she lived in Dresden and thus Ken
who
came from Mannheim had suggested to spend a weekend together
at Weimar. He liked this quaint old town, at which site people
had already fucked in paleolithic times.
Would she look like he imagined her according to her descriptions?
Would she like him? Numerous questions played havock in
his mind and
he began to doubt. But when he looked out of the train window
and he
saw the landscape flying by in the beautiful spring sun
his optimism
returned unbroken. When naughty boys travel the sun will
shine he
moosed with a grin. From the station he made his way to the
place
where they wanted to meet. He passed the Goethe-Schiller
monument
on the theatreplace and the idea of what was to come made
him so cheeky
that he waved at the stone masters merrily whistling.
He
ambled
passed the Goethehouse and the Cranachhouse to the market
square.
At the house of Lady Stein the Park on the river Ilm started.
on a parkseat Ken watched a couple kissing and cuddling
and his juices
rose. He saw the gardenhouse where Goethe had often looked
for fun
and where he had found it. he wondered how Charlotte and
him had
done it, while he noticed hise desire and the suitable part
of the body
rising.
Finally he reached their meeting place, the Liszt house.
He went in and his eyes had to get used to the half dark room.
Over there that must be her. Attractive woman in a silver
dress,
deeply cut out and tight fitting. Heather, he asked. She
only looked
at him. When they hugged to say hello, they felt their desire.
Their lips met
an in the background you could hear the soft music of Liszt's
Prludes.
Gently he caressed her bum and felt she was wearing nothing
underneath.
His hand stroked along her thigh, his mouth wandered to
her breasts
caressing the nipples sticking out. His finger delved
into her moisture
and Heather spread her legs for Ken. She pulled up her dress,
Ken kneeled
in front her, he let his tongue glide over her swollen lips,
let it
circle her clit, while two fingers explored her holes.
Softly moaning
she reached the point. She freed his dick from its prison,
took it into
her mouth, licked it from top to bottom, stroked his balls
until
he nearly could not hold back. She pulled Ken over her, moved
her
legs up to her shoulders and offered herself to him. Ken
fucked her
until they reached orgasm together. Liszt's music
fading out he
poured his juice into her foaming pussy.
That weekend in the cosy hotel Ken spent much time on Heather
and
Heather on him.