To avoid the chance of Linda meeting any locals, Stefan had booked into one of Stuttgart's international four-star hotels.
On arriving at ten in the morning at the Pulman Fontana, the suite on the fourth floor met all expectations. As Linda had promised to come before Lunch, Stefan reserved a table in one of the hotel's restaurants. Then he waited.
The arranging of their clandestine meeting had gone smoothly. Stefan had left it to Linda to ring him whenever she was unobserved. Freeing herself for the two planned days had not been a problem. As one of the Assistant Managers at the municipal Recreation Centre, Linda had acquired time-off credits in exchange for the extra hours worked in the flexi-time arrangements with the other three shift managers.
And Rudolf was not interested in how Linda spent her free time. He had never tried to make it coincide with his leisure activities, mainly spent in front of the telly or the company of members of his gun club and the voluntary fire brigade.
At eleven, there was a gentle knock. With Stefan's heart beating like a teenager's on his first illicit date, he opened the door.
With a broad, happy grin, Linda looked at him and said, "Hello, Stefan. Why is it always me that knocks on your door? Shouldn't it be you?"
As she released her grip on her small, wheeled suitcase, they practically fell into each other's arms for a more than welcoming kiss.
Then he took Linda on tour through their pleasure suit. They smiled knowingly at each other in admiring the spa bath. In front of the king-size bed, with his arm around Linda, Stefan fought the temptation to throw her on it. Without struggling in resistance, Linda had to tell him that she had left her car on a meter.
So, they went down to move it into the hotel's garage. After, they decided on a pre-lunch drink in the hotel's Bar.
As Stefan toasted Linda, he grinned and said, "This begins to look more and more like a game of seduction played by two strangers, meeting in a hotel."
Linda leaned back on her stool and unzipped her denim top. As it parted, it revealed the same wine-red top and silk scarf, enticingly combined with the skin-tight jeans that she had worn on the first of May.
With a mischievous smile, Linda put Stefan right about what was in play, "I am wearing the same outfit as on Sunday. It turned you on so much that you could not keep your hands off me. And I let you! So, shouldn't we play a seduction game today as if it were our first?"
As she lowered her eyes and looked down on her chest, Linda swallowed a giggle and added, "Just look at my naughty tits! They are already pushing against my top again, just like on Sunday. Should I have worn a bra to keep them in check? What might they do to strangers one meets in bars?"
The young bartender heard and smiled. Linda gave him a sideways glance. Instead of cowering, she turned towards him. Pushing out her tits, she smiled at him.
Over lunch, neither Linda nor Stefan concentrated on the excellent food. Linda, especially, had her mind on other delights. Grinning mischievously over the table, she whispered:
"God, I loved it, how that bartender licked his lips looking at my nipples. Until you fell in love with them, I always thought I was less of a woman with my little breasts. I was jealous of Trudy and Mum. I even hated Rudolf for leering at the boobs on the wives of his friends. So, you know now how hungry my titties were for your loving appreciation. Just look, how pleased they are!"
And Linda leaned back in her chair and pulled the thin fabric tight over her rebellious nipples. It was a provocation Stefan could not resist. He brought a forkful to his mouth, chewing carefully. Then, with the fork pointing at Linda's tits, he said, "I will probably surprise you."
Linda wriggled excitedly in her chair. With a sparkle in her eyes, she asked, "I hope so! But when and how?"
Stefan, putting on a serious mien and tone, replied:
"I love your naughty tiny tits, but I have always been, foremost, a legs-and-bum man. And with your fantastic long legs and shapely ass, especially in those jeans, you are a walking temptation for a man like me! Your legs and ass must attract many admirers. So, I'll be hardly the first that will worship and make love to them."
Linda blushed. Looking down and stirring with her fork on her plate, she said quietly, "I don't know about admirers. You are the first lover of all of me, Stefan. Of my naughty tiny tits as well as my long legs and -- ", Linda grinned, "sexy bum."
On the way up to their suite, Linda pressed her pubes against Stefan, and his hand clasped her irresistible ass. Although they were alone in the lift, Linda confessed in a whisper:
"I've only bought the jeans last time I was in Stuttgart. Elsie talked me into getting them. She, being naughty like you, thinks I should show off my ass! On Sunday, I put the jeans on the first time -- just for you! Rudolf hated them. It surprised me he noticed. Being angry, he told me to change when we got back from our trip. But now, I can't wait to take them off for you!"
"And I won't let you! You will have to undress me first. Then I'll strip you of your top to liberate your naughty tits. Only then will I peel your jeans, centimeter by centimeter, down your hips, your sexy pubes, your gorgeous ass, and down your sensational legs."
As the lift door opened on their floor, Linda pressed Stefan's hand onto her ass before removing it as they stepped out from the lift.
*****
Once in their suite, Linda immediately turned to Stefan, maneuvered him towards the bed, and took off his jacket and shirt. She undid his belt and unzippered his trousers. As they slid down, Linda pushed Stefan to sit on the bed. Down on her knees, she stripped him of shoes, socks, and pants.
