PART 1
Stefan's weekend visit at Linda and Rudolf was full of surprise. On Saturday, he had invited them for dinner in one of their provincial town's better restaurants. Linda was in high spirits. She was delighted to see Stefan again and to reminisce about their shared past.
But more than this, with only an occasional side-glance at Rudolf, Linda's flirting with Stefan throughout the evening was openly deliberate.
While it surprised Stefan, it was far from unwelcome. He and Linda had met twenty years ago. She was the younger sister of Trudy, his then-wife. A friendly relationship with his in-laws and Linda had survived his divorce from Trudy five years ago. Whenever Stefan was in Germany, he visited and was made welcome.
And for Stefan, something more than a 'sisterly' liking of Linda was in play.
When they initially met, Linda must have been, Stefan thought, unaware of his less than innocent interest in her. She was, in her early twenties, already a married woman with two children. She had, at eighteen, fallen pregnant with her first boyfriend, Rudolf. He was twenty-nine, an accountant, the son of a respected, local burger family.
Following the dictum of their small-town community, Linda and Rudolf married with neither being sure that binding themselves into wedlock was what they wanted.
In contrast to her forward sister, Linda seemed shy. Trudy was not averse to drawing men's eyes on her fetchingly sexy assets. She loved to dress in the fashion of the shortest miniskirts and tightest tops with no bra underneath.
Linda, on the other hand, was always clad in conservatively covering garments. She also wore sensible shoes and failed to highlight her beautiful, long legs. In her walk, unlike Trudy's, there was no suggestive sway in Linda's well-hidden bottom.
Stefan knew from experience that such externals in a woman did not automatically mean that she would lack sensuality, sexual interest or that she could not be seduced.
What strengthened Stefan's doubts in Linda's Swabian small-town virtue was that she was, marriage and children aside, Trudy's sister and Edith's daughter. And these two -- he noticed it with amusement in Edith's sway and flirting laughter when she was with him - were women of sexual vim.
In addition, his interest in Linda alerted him that all signs of a sexual bond or desire were missing between her and Rudolf. They seemed unstrained, almost detached friendly with each other. Between them, Stefan never observed an affection seeking hug, a hand on a thigh, a pat on the bum or heard an innuendo, followed by a telling glance or smile.
He suspected, therefore, that after their five years of marriage, in Rudolf and Lindas's marital bed, little more than an occasionally opportune three-minute fuck would go over the sheets.
In contrast Trudy' and Stefan's behavior must have struck Linda and Rudolf as extraordinary. Admittedly, the former had been married for two years less than them. A brief episode, which happened at Trudy's parents' home in Reutlingen, comes to mind.
Rudolf and Linda were visiting, and there was a family celebration. Gathered around the coffee table in the living room, the gathering had already emptied a few bottles of the excellent local wine. Then Trudy got up for a pee.
When she returned, she had to squeeze past Stefan sitting on the sofa and the edge of the table. Without needing to, she came to a halt fronting him. With Trudy in her miniskirt, Stefan was seduced into sliding his hands slowly up her legs, not stopping until his fingers dug into Trudy's wriggling ass.
He felt that Trudy wore the sheerest of panties. For a mad moment, Stefan toyed with the idea to put her buttocks, squirming in his grip, on show. But then his hands slid again, oh so slowly, down Trudy's legs. She wriggled free to plonk, giggling down on the sofa. And her hand grabbed Stefan's thigh dangerously near his erection!
Being slightly embarrassed by what he had done, Stefan looked around.
Rudolf, on his right, had not noticed. He was refilling his wine glass, concentrating on an unsteady hand. Opposite them, Hermann, Trudy's father, had stopped talking and was looking down into his lap with a disapproving frown. Edith, next to him, had watched and was still grinning. Her lips had formed an expectational 'Oh!' And Linda, her eyes wide open, looked for a long moment into Stefan's before she lowered them and blushed.
What was it that attracted him to Linda? As is often the case, Stefan had not chosen the bodily type he habitually fancied in marrying Trudy. Admittedly, Trudy was a sexy woman. She was pretty, with an hourglass figure, a lusciously rounded ass, and largish but firm, apple-shaped breasts. She was a fraction short of medium heights. They were also, he supposed, in love and well-matched in their sexual tastes.
However, Stefan had never admitted to Trudy that the women that turned him on most were not at first glance pretty and invitingly ripe for picking like her. Instead, they were tall, long-legged, and with their sexy but relatively tiny tits, more often shyly aloof.
When he and Trudy came back to Germany on their first visit, Stefan met Linda. Unlike Trudy, she was not a naughty girl-like cutie but interestingly attractive, slim, and almost as tall as he. And somehow, Stefan was sure that under her nondescript clothing was a hot body that would stir his strongest desires.
In his then youthful, male arrogance, Stefan was convinced that, like Sleeping Beauty, Linda could be awakened. And God, he wanted to be the prince she seemed to be waiting for, to kiss her awake!
But then, all these years ago, Stefan was also too conventionally 'decent' to act. And he did nothing that let Linda know how dangerously she had captured his imagination. He was sure that Linda had remained unaware of his repressed desires.
But then, what about Linda's affection and open flirting during last night's dinner? Perhaps, he had been wrong, and Linda had always sensed and liked how he felt for her.
