Welcome to Germany
Leaving home at 18, after several months of learning the ropes from my mom about how to make love to a woman, making sure it is just as enjoyable for her as it is for me, I found myself at the Army Recruiting Office.
The recruiter seemed like a nice guy and after talking for a while he decided I was fairly intelligent and I looked like I could take care of myself, so he suggested I should ask for assignment as a military policeman. I was sent to Fort Campbell, KY for Basic Combat Training and then to Fort Gordon, GA for Military Police School. Those sixteen weeks total really got me in shape. We ran 2 miles every morning and then did 45 minutes of physical training before breakfast.
I had volunteered for Jump School to become a paratrooper, so I was surprised when I was sent to Germany. When I got there, I discovered I had been assigned to an Airborne unit and would be attending Jump School the following week in Germany instead of Ft. Benning, GA. That was three more weeks of hard physical training.
My job as an Airborne MP consisted of breaking up bar fights in the NCO club and helping the German police keep the peace in town. Some of the soldiers liked going to the club on post and others liked the civilian bars in town the best.
Of course, it wasn't all hard work and no play for me. I was off at least two nights a week and I soon learned the bars in town had more women than the on-post club. This was in the mid-60's so there were a lot of soldiers sent to Vietnam for a one-year tour of duty. That meant that besides the very good-looking German girls in the bars, there were a fair amount of lonely military housewives whose husbands were serving in Vietnam. They preferred the civilian bars because there was less chance of someone they knew seeing them and telling their husband.
One night I was in a nice bar that I had been in with the German Police the week before when I noticed a young lady sitting at a table alone. She didn't appear to be much older than me. She was wearing a simple summer dress with no sleeves and I couldn't help but notice she had both feet flat on the floor and her knees pressed together. She had short, light brown hair that curled up at the bottom, just shy of touching her shoulders. The club didn't have a live band, but they had a good sound system playing popular music. Now, I'm not what you would call experienced when it came to sex. In fact, the only woman I had ever been with was my mother.
I was still 18, and I had spent 19 weeks in military training courses and a month in Germany working as a military policeman, so it had been almost six months since I had been with a woman. After watching this young lady sitting by herself and nursing a beer, I finally got up enough nerve to approach her.
I walked over to her and said, "Hi, would you like to dance?"
She looked surprised, but then she smiled and said, "I better not, but thank you for asking."
I smiled back and held out my hand and said, "My name is John. I'm new in town and I really don't know anyone here. I hate sitting alone feeling sorry for myself. Would you mind if I sit here with you?"
She looked around nervously, and answered, "I guess that would be okay."
I sat down across from her and asked, "Can I buy you another drink?"
She put her hand over her glass and said, "Oh, no. I'm fine with this one."
She appeared to be very shy and I tried to put her at ease with my most dazzling smile. I said, "I didn't get your name."
She answered, "I'm sorry. My name is Lisa."
We talked for a while and I found she was 22 years old, although she didn't look any older than me. She was from Kentucky and she had married her boyfriend right after graduating High School. He had joined the Army and shortly after they had arrived in Germany, he was sent to Vietnam for a year. She had a choice of going back home or staying in the enlisted quarters on post. She said she didn't really have anything to go home to since she had grown up poor, so she decided to stay in Germany.
Her husband had only been gone for 2 months and she said she was tired of sitting around the house alone. Her hands were clasped together so I put my hand over hers and said, "I love this song. Are you sure I can't convince you to dance with me?"
She smiled and said, "I love this song too. I guess one dance wouldn't hurt." I stood and helped her out to the dance floor, and we danced to a Ray Price song. Since it was a slow dance, we started out tentatively with me holding her right hand in my left hand and my right hand around her waist. There was about a foot of space between us. As the dance progressed, I slowly brought her closer until our bodies were touching, and her head was resting on my shoulder. I was breathing in her intoxicating perfume and I started to get an erection. If she could feel it, she didn't react.
When the song ended, I took her back to the table and held her chair for her. When she sat down, she smiled and said, "You're a real gentleman, aren't you?"
I smiled back and answered, "I always try to treat beautiful women with respect."
She seemed to lose some of her shyness and her face lit up as she smiled again and asked, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"
Now, I'm not going to lie. She was not what you would call 'beautiful'. I mean, you wouldn't find her face on the cover of a magazine, but she was cute. So, since I hadn't had sex in almost six months, and she was definitely fuckable, I answered, "Of course I think you're beautiful. You can't tell me you haven't heard that before."
Her hand was resting on the table, so I took her hand in mine and squeezed it. She didn't pull it away, so I continued to hold it while we talked a while longer. I finally said, "Can I give you a ride home?"