Shortly after our adventure with Steve and Carl we made our trip to Munich to the U.S. Consulate. We tied the trip to a Friday-Sunday, three day weekend (and I also got a three day pass so I had Monday off too - gave us Thursday evening to Tuesday morning free) and we left the girls with friends so we could spend the weekend in Garmisch-Partenkirchen (not sure of the spelling but it's close). We had never been to G.P. but had heard a lot about it. After taking care of the "baby" paperwork we made the drive into the German Alps and it was stunning.
In the late 60's the Army had 4 (I believe) Hotels in G.P. that the military controlled and used and at which you could make reservations. We had been told the oldest and most classic was the Von Stueben; although it was the smallest, if you could get in, it was the most luxurious and best to stay in. I had managed to get reservations for the V.S. although I was not able to get a suite, which was my goal. There was a system which governed what you could get based on your rank and the very best accommodations were held for field grade officers until the last minute and then released to other ranks if not used. That was the bad news, the good news was that you also paid by rank and an E6 paid a lot less than a field grade officer for the same accommodations.
When we arrived, I parked and Sharon and I went in together. Sharon was dressed very nice (had to get dressed up in case she ran into the Ambassador at the consulate), anyway, she was looking good and the desk clerk was obviously smitten, he could hardly take his eyes off of her. As I checked in, I asked about a suite and he told us that he could not release a suite until 1800hrs (6PM), but that we were the only ones that had asked and would be at the top of the list (I watched as he wrote our name on a clipboard and I noticed that there were, actually, 2 other names on the list and he put our name above the other two). It pays to have a good looking woman on your arm who looks like she belongs in a suite. Since it was a couple of hours until 1800 we decided to go to the the Armed Forces Recreation Services (AFRC) building to see what all was available for us to do while in G.P. and then come back at 1800 to register.
As we drove around G.P. we were really impressed, it was like a movie set and you could see the beauty of the Alps no matter which way you looked. We found the AFRC office and picked up a bunch of literature and then walked around the downtown area. We found a cafe and sat outside and I drank a beer (bier) and Sharon had a white wine/lemonade concoction which was popular with the American girls. This was going to be a wonderful and exciting weekend (I had no idea how exciting).
At 1800hrs we were back at the check in desk and the desk clerk informed us with a big smile that no field grade officers had checked in so we had a suite for the duration of our stay. I can not remember how much it cost but it was CHEAP! The suite was outstanding and included everything from a bar (complete with stocked mini-fridge) to a claw-foot bathtub in a beautiful bathroom. Sharon crashed backward onto the overstuffed bed as I took up a position on the couch with the stack of literature and hotel information folders.
The hotel featured several dining options, including a fine-dining restaurant and a couple of "watering holes" including a formal bar complete with dance floor. After studying the menu we decided to make reservations at the fine-dining restaurant for the evening meal. We were like ******* in a candy store; to be honest, neither of us had ever experienced that kind of luxury and we were both a little giddy.
We both dressed nice for Dinner (not a suit and tie but nice slacks and shirt for me and Sharon wore a red mini dress and heels). The restaurant was everything we had hoped for and we dined in style with a full wine list and a French menu that was reasonable priced, we feasted like royalty. As we were finishing our desserts we both decided that it was too early and we were too wired to go back to our suite just yet and that we would check out the adjoining formal bar and at least have a ******* or two before turning in.
When we entered the bar it was old-dark wood, dim lighting and soft music - very classy. There was a massive bar with stools on one wall and two walls were lined with booths that would hold larger parties and another wall with tables for two or four, the last wall was mirrored and had a wooden dance floor along it's length. The hostess said, "sit where you'd like - there is plenty of room". We looked around and there was just a handful of people there, a couple and a guy by himself at the bar, a group of 6 in one of the "round-table" booths and two other couples in the table for 2/4 area; we chose a table for 4 away from the others and next to the dance floor.
A waitress took our ******* order and when she brought it back I mentioned that there wasn't a lot of people there. She told us that it was early yet. People will be arriving for the weekend all evening and tomorrow and that the next night (Saturday) it would be packed and the bar would be busy. There would be a DJ and a pretty "upscale" collection of people, she cautioned us that if we wanted a table to be there early. She also told us that if things were too crowded at the Von Steuben or if we were looking for a younger more active crowd that there was always a good party at the General Patton (another AFRC hotel, to include a live band on Saturday night). The Patton tended to draw a younger group of people who partied a little harder according to our waitress.
We danced a couple of dances and drank our wine as the bar continued to fill up. Pretty soon there was a good-sized crowd of folks drinking and dancing and having a good time. Most were older than us, but not all; we were not uncomfortable and didn't feel out of place. However, we were thinking that the next night we might want to go to the Patton and check out the scene there. We were in a party mood and had talked about having some fun if the opportunity presented itself. We had asked Carl if he wanted to join us for the weekend and he wanted to but had ended up with weekend duty which knocked him out of the picture.
So far our "swinging-lifestyle" had been very limited; just Kathy and Steve and Carl and we were interested in expanding our list of "friends". I still hadn't heard from Steve about the group back at our home base so we weren't sure if they would ever invite us in. We had bought some magazines to bring with us on this trip and as we drove Sharon read the "letters" section to me, which we both found to be good fantasy material. One of the letters was from a couple who had an arrangement where they would go into a bar separately and pretend not to know each other and she would ******* and dance and see who tried to pick her up and if it worked out she would sleep with the guy who picked her up and sometimes even involve her husband. We found it an exciting idea and talked about maybe playing that game ourselves.
As the bar became busier, so did the waitresses and there was a bit of a wait for refills so I went to the bar to get Sharon and I another *******. While I was waiting in line I saw a well-dressed Black man approach our table. He stood there and talked to Sharon for several minutes. At one point I saw Sharon point at me at the bar and the man looked at me and smiled. They talked a couple of more minutes and then he walked away.
When I returned with the drinks I said, "who's your friend"? "He saw me alone at the table and he asked me to dance", said Sharon, "he caught me by surprise so I said "maybe later, when my husband comes back with our drinks" and I pointed at you, "he said ok, he'd check back".
A few minutes later, he returned to our table. He walked up and said, "Hi, May I dance with your wife"? I said, "it's ok with me, but it's up to her". He held out his hand and said "dance"? Sharon took his hand and they walked out to the floor and began dancing to a fast number. He was only a couple inches taller than Sharon and they looked very striking together as Sharons light skin contrasted greatly with his very dark skin. He had a very "African" look to him which which I found very intriguing; if ever two people were obviously from different "tribes", it was these two. It wasn't just me, I noticed that they were getting lots of looks from the other patrons. It was not unusual to see a mixed couple dancing in a military club in Germany, but they were drawing a of of "second-looks" because they were so different.
The fast number ended and a slow dance started up. Sharon flowed into his arms and they began to slow dance. They were dancing at a respectable distance and talked as they danced. They danced two more dances before they returned to the table. As they walked up, Sharon said, "Gary this is Ron". I stood up and shook hands with him. He thanked me for allowing Sharon to dance with him and said, "it was fun, Sharon is a great dancer and a beautiful lady. I'm here alone, so I may ask again, if it's alright". Without even thinking, I asked, "would you like to join our table, Ron"? Equally as fast, Ron said, "that would be great", let me get my ******* from the bar" and he headed through the crowd to retrieve his stuff.
Sharon gave me a long look and said, "Ain't you the fast worker"? I replied, "it's no big deal, if we don't like him or if things go South, we can just leave". "Oh, he seems really nice and he is definitely different looking but handsome too - so I don't mind", Sharon said, "we'll see how things go".
Ron returned and we began the age-old Army tradition of finding out who you are and where you're from and what you do, etc etc etc. Turns out Ron was a helicopter pilot and a warrant officer (a rank kind of in between Officers and NCOs); he was stationed with a Division aviation section and was on a short vacation in the Alps. He was staying in the Von Steuben and, originally, supposed to be there with another pilot-buddy but his friend had headed state-side on an emergency leave right before they were scheduled to leave for G.P. and he was forging ahead by himself. He was born and raised on the East coast and was a first generation American as both of his parents were originally from Uganda and had migrated to the U.S. in the 40's just before Ron was born.
In between the discovery-talk, Sharon and Ron danced several more times. As they became more comfortable with one another they danced closer and their body-language began to show more of a seductive nature. When slow-dancing, Ron rested his hands on the top of Sharons ass and she rested hers around his neck and their bodies were close together (very close). It was obvious that they enjoyed dancing together and the feel of each others body as they swayed to the music.
Finally, I took a turn dancing with Sharon so we could talk.
Me - Well, what do you think? Are you interested in Ron?
Her - I'm having a great time and I like Ron, we've never met anyone quite like him, but I'm not sure he would be interested in what we've talked about. I know he's interested in me, he's had his leg against mine under the table when we aren't dancing and his hands on my ass when we are, I'm just not that sure he is going to be bold enough to follow through. He seems very laid back but at the same time there is a real under-current of aggression and strength I can sense too, I just can't tell.
Me - It's getting pretty late, we could invite him up for a nightcap and to see our suite (as we discussed the hotel, we had been talking about our suite and how cool it was) and see where things go or we could just pack it in for tonight - tomorrow is another day. Besides, after watching the two of you rub bellies for a couple of hours my fires are pretty stoked too.
Her - let's invite him up for a nightcap and see what he says. He may just say no thanks.
Me - Ok and I'll bet he says yes - I've seen the way he looks at you, he's nuts if he doesn't come up.
We finished our dance and returned to the table. As we sat down Ron offered to buy another round and I said, "we were just talking about going back to our room, do you want to join us for a nightcap and to get a look at the suite"?
Ron didn't hesitate but immediately said yes. Sharon said, "I need to go up first and neaten up a little". Ron said, "I don't want to put you two out any", and Sharon said, "It's no problem. you boys finish your drinks and then come along". I said, "yes Ma'am" and gave her a little salute. Sharon left and we finished our drinks.
When we got to the suite I tapped on the door and Sharon opened it and let us in. She had done a good job and everything was ready for company. Soft music came from the radio and the lights were down low; all-in-all, it had a warm welcoming feel. Sharon played the tour guide as I fixed us drinks from the mini-bar (which included a selection of minatures - like the ones you used to get on airplanes). They started in the bedroom and then returned to the sitting room where I had already taken up residence on the overstuffed chair and placed their drinks on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Tour finished, they both sat on the couch. As she sat, Sharon kicked off her heels and pulled her long legs up under her on the couch. Her knees were facing Ron and in her mini dress, I'm sure he could see nearly all the way to heaven. I raised my glass and toasted - "to new friends" and we all clinked glasses and sipped our drinks.
Ron was remarking how nice it was of us to keep him company and how good it felt to dance with a beautiful woman in his arms and how much he appreciated us both. Sharon said, "No problem, you're a wonderful dancer and good company - in fact, the song on the radio right now is one of my favorites - let's dance some more", as she rose she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the open area by the radio and she slipped into his arms and they began to dance.
Sharon giggled and said, "now that I got rid of the high heels, I get to look up at you instead of being eye to eye". She leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tightly to her breasts. He rested both hands on her ass as the swayed in time with the music. Boy, they looked hot and I sat there sipping my ******* and rubbing my growing erection through my slacks.
They danced several dances without stopping and I could see that Sharon was grinding her pelvis against Ron as they danced and if he did not have an erection he had to be a statue. Sharon had, obviously, decided that if he wasn't going to make a move - she was, which was made obvious when she raised her chin, looked into his eyes and leaned into him and kissed him softly but tentatively on the lips. They stopped moving for a moment and Ron turned his head to me and said, "are you alright with this Gary"? I just smiled and nodded my head yes. Ron smiled back, turned back to Sharon and kissed her passionately. I could see their tongues working against each other and I saw Sharons hand move between their bodies and grasp Rons cock. They stood there making out and exploring each others body for several minutes before Sharon, still holding onto Rons cock through his pants led him into the bedroom.
Where I sat I could clearly see into the bedroom so I decided to give them the space they needed by staying where I was. I watched as he backed her up until her legs touched the bed, he pulled her dress up and off of her body and there she stood in all of her dark-haired, fair-skinned beauty. Her long-legs cased in dark hose framed by a red garter belt no panties and a lacy red bra. Sharon unbuttoned Rons shirt and slid it off of his body, as it fell to the floor she kissed her way down his chest until she was sitting on the bed. She undid his belt and unzipped his slacks letting them fall to the floor. Ron stood there with a large erection straining against his white jockey briefs. She grasped his underwear and slid them slowly down his legs, as the briefs cleared his cock, it sprang out and up.
Ron had an impressive cock. A couple of inches longer than mine and slightly bigger in girth (no surprise there); it was as black as his body and looked as though it was carved from onyx. The head of his cock was very large and his cock had a slight upward turn to it. Sharon moaned loud enough for me to hear it in the next room as she kissed the head of his cock and did her best to take it into her mouth. she began to stroke his balls with one hand while stroking his cock with the other and licking and kissing the head and shaft with great dedication. Ron leaned his head back and groaned loudly. I could tell he wasn't going to last long with the way Sharon was going after him and I was right. I could tell he was about to cum and he tried to pull away but Sharon wouldn't have it and she held on tight and suctioned the cum from him as he pumped spurt after spurt down her throat.
Ron was weak-kneed and sat on the bed next to Sharon as he kicked off his shoes and socks and kicked his remaining clothes away from him. Sharon pushed him back on the bed and began stroking his cock as she kissed on his chest and nipples. His cock never got that much smaller and she was quickly bringing him back to a full-erection. Ron had unsnapped her bra and was massaging her clitoris and sliding one and then two fingers in and out of her sopping pussy while stroking her breasts and nipples. Ron was soon rock-hard again and Sharon moved until she could mount him cowgirl style and I had the perfect view as she reached back between then grasping his cock and placing the huge head at her entrance. She moved it around her pussy like she was stirring a pot as she coated it with her juices and then she began to lower her body slowly on to his cock. It was so erotic to watch her soft white body slide down over his rock hard black cock and all three of us watched as he ever so slowly disappeared into her. When he was all the way home they began to gently rock back and forth and I know Sharon was massaging his cock with her well-trained pussy and I know he was loving it. She added a slow and sensuous in and out motion to her fucking and Ron moved with her but let her do most of the work. She was, literally - fucking him. I had never seen her so sexually aggressive or so "in-charge" and, as a pair, it seemed to suit them just fine.
After many minutes of this slow sensual fucking Sharon would rise up until his cock was almost out of her and then she would rock in that position for several short strokes and then sink back down until he was balls deep again. When she was at the top of her stroke she would moan over and over when balls deep he would groan and moan. They never really went that much faster, they just moved with more intensity until they both were flailing around in an orgasmic fit of *******. I had my second orgasm at the same time. They rolled to their sides and lay there stroking each other and kissing as they caught their breath.
That's it for today, BUT the story of this weekend is definitely not over . . .