European Summer

It had been four days since I landed in Germany. Between jet-lag and some serious sight seeing, I was exhausted. "I"m here for two weeks, I want to take a break!" I sighed as I flopped on the couch.Andy sat down beside me, careful of a spring poking against the fabric. "Okay, we take a break tomorrow and the next day. But we have to go to the festival after that." "Fine, but we'll worry about that later. I'm going to take a bath, all that dust is driving my skin bananas." I got up from the couch and stumbled out of the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andy staring at me, burning holes into my backside. That comment hadn't been an invitation really, just a statement. But if he wanted it to be, that was his decision. Andy lived in a college apartment, not really a dorm, but definately college standard living. He lived with another guy, but he was home for the summer, so I had taken over that bedroom while Andy kept his own. I quickly stripped off my dingy jean shorts and sweaty t-shirt and wrapped my nude body in a towel that was so small it barely covered everything necessary. While I'm definately not build like a supermodel, I'm slender enough to not worry about wearing a bathing suit, as long as it's a one-piece. I opened the door and started down the hallway to the bathroom. Holding my soap and shampoo against me with one hand and the towel together with the other, I knocked my hip against the bathroom door to open it. Andy was a neat freak, and the bathroom was immaculate. No worry about foot fungus or gross critters in that tub. Andy was also studying to become a doctor, so that was another reason it was so clean. With the door latched, I let the towel fall away as I bent over the tub to run warm water and suds. As soon as the water level was right I hopped in and began to soak. Closing my eyes and leaning my head against the wall, I let the steam rise off the water as my body relaxed. This was Heaven! My muscles loosened and I slipped lower into the tub. I began to feel drowsy and let myself drift into a light doze. I awoke to the door creaking open. I kept my eyes closed and feigned sleep, curious as to what was going on. By sound and intuition only, I "watched" Andy cross the bathroom and kneel beside the tub. I could feel the heat of his stare on me. I was completely submerged under a thick layer of soap bubbles, so he couldn't see anything, so I wasn't worrying about what he was seeing. Andy must have leaned close to me because I could feel his breath on my face and smell his scent. Not cologne, but his musky male smell that was distintly him. I kept my muscles limp, my eyes closed, and my breathing steady, but I was wondering just how long I could keep the charade up. Just as I was about to let him know I was awake, I felt Andy's hand gently stroke my face. His fingers barely brushed the skin, but the heat had made it incredibly sensitive. Over my eyes, down my nose and lips, across my cheeks, and passed my throat. Both hands caressed my shoulders and neck and down my upper arms, which were under water. Now I was curious as to how far he was willing to go thinking that I was asleep. He didn't leave me curious for very long. Bringing his hands back to my shoulders, they again began their descent towards the water. Instead of touching my arms, though, Andy's hands went past my collarbone and slowly traveled to my breasts. My heart was pounding at his touch and wandering fingers. I didn't want to open my eyes and risk stopping this wonderful feeling, but I also knew he'd know I was faking when he reached my heart. Andy's sense of decency kicked in at this point. His hands hovered over my breasts, but instead of coming into contact with the soft globes of flesh, they went back to my face. "hey, you have to wake up." Andy gently shook me back to reality. Drowsily, I opened my eyes and stared at him. "You can't sleep in a tub of water, you'll drown." "I don't know if I should thank you for finding me or yell at you for coming in here while I'm bathing," I teased and smiled."What are you doing in here?" Andy's eyes went dark and brooding. I had him. I knew he was trying to be a gentleman and still follow his instincts. the conflict was arousing. "Bad boy, you were trying to see me nude. That's not very nice of a host." "I'm not trying to be nice." Andy flushed. "But you're uncomfortable, I"ll stop." He turned to get up and leave. "Did I say that?" The question stopped him cold in his tracks. Turning around Andy met my gaze with a look of absolute confusion. The look suited him. "I'm not uncomfortable. Far from it. I'm just wondering what you are thinking." Andy licked his lips, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "I'm thinking I want to know what you look like. I've wonderes what you look like since I saw you in your swimming suit at the camp in Wisconsin." "You really want to know? I'm not a model." "That doesn't matter. It's you." That statement was enough. I didn't think. I didn't let myself think. If I had, I would have stayed in the tub, remaining a modest engaged woman. But since I didn't think, was ended up as an immodest engaged woman. I looked Andy straight in the eyes and stood up. I felt the water fall off my body, supple from the soak. The numerous soap bubbles clung to my frame, obscuring Andy's view of me. As I stayed standing, the foam slowly started its journey downwards toward the water below. It seemed like forever that I stood in that tub, letting Andy feast on the sight before him, loving the look of tortured sexual desire etched into his dark features. With the water turning cold, I decided to step out of the tub and dry off, in a seductive manner, of course. Grabbing the towel, I started rubbing my skin, raising my arms, lifting my legs, and stretching my torso. I gave Andy ample views of my breasts with dark, wide nipples that were beginning to pucker with excitement; of my dark fur-covered mound between my legs; and my rounded behind. The slight bulge in his shorts let me know that he was definately enjoying the show. I turned my back to Andy, bent over, and pulled the plug in the tub to let the water out. When I turned around, Andy had bridged the gap between up, grabbed my hips, and pulled my naked body against his clothed one. His strong hands kept my hips in place while he ground his against them. His bulge grew and hardened. My breasts were smashed against him, but since he is taller than me, our parts didn't line up exactly. My face was lined up with his manly chest, and his nipples were at my lips, under his shirt, of course. I wrapped my arms around him and tried to draw him as closely to me as possible. Andy's hands left my hips and trapped me against him. The pressure was delicious. The close contact was beginning to make me wet between my legs and my head was spinning. Wordlessly, Andy let me go, grabbed my hand, and led me out of the bathroom. Down the hallway we went, towards his room. "Wait, what do you plan on doing with me," I was still aroused, but I wasn't going to let myself be taken advantage of. "I want to look at you, to touch you, to know how you are." "Know how I am? Uh, I think we should slow down. I am not going to have sex with you, sorry." My blood was starting to cool off quickly. "No, no sex. I wouldn't do that to you. But I want to touch you and know how you react to me." I decided to let him do whatever until I felt uncomfortable. I had enough sense to know what the limit would be. With that thought, I allowed Andy to resume our trek to the bedroom. We entered the room, and Andy led me to the bed. He sat me down on the mattress, stepped away from me, and slowly began to strip off his own clothing. "You said no sex," I reminded him. I was beginning to distrust the look on his face. "No sex, I promise." Andy continued his slow removal of apparel. Once we were both completely naked, Andy sat down beside me on the bed. Reaching for me, he pulled me down and we were laying face to face. Not saying a word, his hands began to float over my body. Down my arms, across my stomach, and over my legs down to my toes. Andy then put his left arm under my head and pulled me towards him. Suddenly, our bodies were completely connected. His hot skin seared mine, our scents minged, and our hips were like magnets attracted to each other with an unseen force. I buried my face into his chest and inhaled deeply. His aroma filled my nostrils and I became intoxicated with it. Firmly grasping my chin, Andy made me look at him. "I want to touch you everywhere." I just nodded. "I want you to touch me everywhere, too." I stared at him. I was still coherent enough to know what he was asking. "No sex." "Right, no sex." With that, Andy rolled me onto my back. I turned my head so I could gaze at him while his fingers roamed over me. His starting point was my face, Andy took special care at my lips, feeling the smooth texture of them. He was finally able to work his way down to my breasts, my heart was again pounding like nothing before. As Andy's fingertips grazed my nipples, they hardened into tiny brownish pink buds. With a smirk, he gently pinched them, making my body jerk and the wetness between my legs more pronounced. "I'm sorry, I can't wait any longer. You're driving me crazy!" Andy's hands quickly skimmed the surface of my skin between my chest and my crotch. They slowed when they hit the dense patch of dark hair covering my mound, but only briefly. The fingers gently combed through the hair and stopped only when they met a warm wetness at my slit. Slowly dragging his finger past the slit so as to gather the slick wetness, Andy then brought his tips to his nose and sniffed them. The scent of me on him seemed to drive him wild. He moaned softly then replaced his hand on my pussy. I was pulsating, wanting his touch. I wanted him to touch me so badly,to see just what he could do to me. He did not leave me hanging for more than a split second. Without saying a word, Andy slowly penetrated my slit with one finger. The sliding made my stomach turn in knots. My head began to swim. I felt my pussy contract around his invading digit, pulling him into me more deeply. Andy smiled down at me and then straightened another finger, slowly planting it in me. I was so wet now that I was dripping wetness around his fingers. I was oozing my womanly gel, and drops were landing on the bed sheets. I forced my muscles to grip his fingers and watched Andy's eyes widen with pleasant shock. He slowly dragged his fingers out of me. I wimpered, wanting him to be in me desperately. Andy grinned at me. "No, no, you must be patient, my lovely," he whispered to me. As he spoke, Andy's thumb began to stroke the entrance to my tunnel. The smooth skin of his thumb sent quivers into my very being. Then, slowly, carefully, the top of his thumb sank into my fleshy hole. The farther in he went, the more tense I became from the sensation. I couldn't help myself, I carefully wrapped my hand around his hard shaft. I couldn't believe I was touching this man's penis. The only one I had touched before this was my fiancee's. Andy was hot, stiff, and quivering. He was uncut, the first uncircumsized man I'd lay eyes on, and he was long and thick. I couldn't imagine having all of that sink into me. But then, I wasn't thinking because his thumb suddenly plunged into me fully. It felt incredible! I gasped at the sensation of having another man's body part inside me. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen, but I couldn't imagine not letting Andy touch me. I had wanted it for so long, and now it was finally happening. Before I could say or do anything, Andy began pumping his thumb in and out of me, pounding my flesh with his hand. My pussy quaked and the fluid began to pump out of me at an unbelievable rate. With Andy's thumb hitting my g-spot and his knuckles hitting my clit, I was quickly reaching a climax. It wouldn't be long before Andy's bed sheets would be awash in my bodily fluid. I wanted him to keep going. I couldn't let him stop. I wanted to come for him so badly. I wanted him to come for me just as badly. So I started pumping my hand over his hard cock, keeping rhythm with him. Andy closed his eyes, enjoying the feelings taht my hand envoked in him. We were both lost in the moment. The only things I thought about was his thumb slamming into my pussy and my hand grasping and milking his pulsing shaft. The head turned a lovely purple and pre-cum began to bead at the slit. I got excited just looking at it. Seeing him get excited sent me over the edge. I looked at his drooling cock, looked Andy in the eye, gave him one more gigantic squeeze, and then lept off the edge of my orgamsic cliff. My body rolled in ecstacy, riding wave after wave of unbridled pleasure. I felt a gush between my legs and knew that my pussy had pushed out about a cup of fluid, drenching Andy's hand and every layer between the sheets and mattress. A split second after I came, I felt Andy tense up, and then I was covered with a hot, thick, white cream. It sprayed my thigh, my stomach, and my pussy. I felt a warm liquid slip down my swollen clit, and I came again from it. Another wave of liquid poured out of me into the bed. I was exhausted. I looked up at Andy and saw the look of bewilderment on his face. Then Andy smiled at me. We were both so spent that we fell asleep like that. Two hours later we woke up in that same position; Andy's hand covering my pussy in a protective manner, and my hand encompassing his cock in a loving embrace. We got up, showered together, washed the sheets, and went to bed early, sharing the bed, snuggling together nude, feeling loved and safe. We would sleep like that until I left a week and a half later. It had been the best vacation of my life.