St. Pauli Girl (This is not a story about German beer)
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Slut Wife,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This is their first trip to Europe. Marcy expects to spend their time visiting museums, castles and cathedrals. Kevin has other plans.
The American couple was, understandably, exhausted and anxious as they claimed their checked- baggage. This was their first trip to Europe.
The eight-hour flight from Atlanta to Hamburg-- and the seven time zone changes-- had taken a toll on them.
After clearing customs, they took turns watching the luggage as each visited the restroom to freshen up before they departed the airport for their hotel. Being a gentleman, Kevin insisted that his wife, Marcy, go first. Even though she was exhausted, she liked what she saw as she looked in the mirror and applied a fresh coat of lipstick. Not too bad, she thought, for a tired 35- year-old mother of two. She and Kevin had been married for fifteen years, he was just a few months older than she was.
"Your turn," she said as she assumed responsibility for the pile of bags he had been guarding. She wished they had paid more attention to the Fodor Guide's suggestion to pack light and especially that Kev hadn't brought the extra bag. After all, they had agreed to each bring only one carry-on and one large roller bag. Two days before they departed, Kevin insisted that he couldn't get everything into the two bags and so he bought an extra one. Men, she thought, I'll never understand them.
As he walked toward the men's room, she had a few minutes to think about this adventure. Every vacation since they were married involved either camping, visiting relatives or touring nearby national parks and, always, with the kids. They had planned this trip for more than a year--well, actually, Kevin had planned every detail-- and it was to be their dream vacation. Several days in Hamburg and then by Eurail to Switzerland, Austria and northern Italy before they returned home in ten days.
In the men's room, Kevin's thoughts weren't on scenery, museums, castles and cathedrals. They were on Marcy. God, she still made him hot. It wasn't by accident that their first European vacation began in Hamburg rather than London, Paris or Rome. He had read on the Internet that it was the hottest city in Europe and a far cry from their structured life in a suburb of Atlanta. Kevin hoped that before they returned home Marcy would break out of her shell and become the hot sexy woman he alone knew she was capable of being. If things worked out the way he hoped they would, this would be a very different vacation than what Marcy expected. He would do his part if only the German City would do its part.
A half hour later they had checked into the hotel that would be their home for the next five days. The Kempinski Hotel Atlantic was everything, and more, that he hoped it would be. It was located across the street from a beautiful park that surrounded Lake Alster. Their room on the third floor overlooked the lush park and dark blue lake. The deluxe room wasn't cheap but Kevin didn't think of the expense as splurging but as investing.
They intended to just lay down, rest for a few minutes and then go exploring. However, they had underestimated the impact of jet-lag. When they awakened, it was 4:00 in the afternoon. Their short nap had lasted nearly six hours.
After quick showers, they talked about dressing for their initial exploration of the city. Marcy pulled a pair of jeans, a T shirt, sensible white bra and underwear, white sneakers and athletic socks out of her bags. Seeing this Kevin said, "honey, how about a dress and high heels, we may want to go out for dinner before we get back. Also, we're not home and I understand that this is a very sophisticated city."
"Gee Kevin, I only brought a skirt and blouse, everything else is jeans, slacks, T-shirts, sweat pants and comfortable flat shoes. My wardrobe is much more casual than what you seem to have in mind. Sorry, but I thought you knew what I had packed." Then, with real concern she asked, "Do you think they'll think I'm a hick?" Before he could answer she began to take things out of her bags and sorted them into the top two dresser drawers.
Kevin smiled and said, "but you do have dresses and heels."
"No I don't, I told you I packed for lots of walking and sightseeing, just like the guide books recommended." Kevin took her into his arms gave her a big hug then grabbed the extra bag, tossed it on the bed and said, "check this out." Marcy unzipped the extra bag expecting to find men's clothes. What she pulled out of the bag surprised her in several ways. First, there were four dresses, dresses that she wouldn't think of buying for herself or ever wearing. Second, as she held up a little black nothing of a cocktail dress she saw that the size was exactly right, size six, as were the other three. Third, she found several pairs of high heels. Two pairs of pumps, one black patent leather the other pair white, each with what must have been four or five inch heels. The other shoes were strappy little sandals with heels that were three to five inches. Fourth, the shoes were exactly her size, six- and-a-half AA. Fifth, in the bottom of the bag were: two evening bags that would coordinate with the dresses and shoes, several pairs of sheer stockings in beige, black and white and three garter belts, one black, one white and one beige. There were also three matching thongs. She had never worn a garter-belt, or a thong, in her life even though Kevin had begged her to many times. Lastly, carefully rolled up was a tailored dress jacket that must have cost a small fortune. She realized that it could be worn with any of the dresses because the beautiful stripped fabric was black, white and gold.
"Aren't we full of surprises?" She asked.
Kevin had been watching her intently and could not read if she was pleased or upset. "I knew you wouldn't buy yourself anything nice for the trip because you're so practical. I thought it would be fun to surprise you so, for the past month, I shopped on my lunch hour and smuggled this stuff into the house." That was so sweet, she thought, so she just didn't have the nerve to tell him how she really felt about most of his purchases. No self-respecting woman would be caught dead in the clothes he had bought. They looked like hooker clothes. "Well, the sizes seem about right and I really love the jacket, but, I don't see how I could wear those dresses in public. I mean look." She held a short summer dress up in front of her that buttoned down the front and looked as if it had been spun from gold. "Really, don't you think it's too short?" She didn't wait for him to answer and added, "also, it doesn't have a back Kevin." Kevin wasn't surprised. This was exactly what he expected. Over the years he had wanted her to dress sexy but hadn't been successful. He knew that she had a fabulous body but the only other men who knew that were her doctors and the few lucky enough to see her in a swimming suit at the beach. Even at the beach she insisted on a one-piece that mashed her breasts and completely covered her rear. Nonetheless, he said, "honey you'll look fabulous in those dresses. And, when you wear the jacket I don't see why you wouldn't be very comfortable in public. Try this one on." He handed her the gold dress that she had held up moments before.
"It can't hurt to try it on here in our room," she said. Then she reached for the underwear and bra that she had placed on the bed.
Kevin grabbed her hand, looked into her big brown eyes, and said, "honey you can't wear a bra with that dress and, with your boobs, you don't need one. Also, were 4,000 miles from home so skip the panties, skip them for me, okay?"
"I can't go out in public without underwear. What are you thinking?"
"Who in the world is going to know that you're not wearing underwear but you and me? I don't think the Wal Mart underpants go with the dress, shoes and jacket, do you?" Marcy didn't want to argue or correct him because her panties came from Target not Wal Mart. She slipped the dress over her head and stepped into a pair of very high heel gold sandals that seemed to match the dress. Her gorgeous full-length image was reflected on a full-length mirror attached to the bathroom door. What she saw caught her breath. She really did look beautiful. The dress fit perfectly and the shoes weren't nearly as uncomfortable as she thought they would be.
She slipped on the gorgeous jacket which was as long as the dress. Both fell to mid-thigh.
"My God Marce you look beautiful."
"Think so?" She asked. She twirled around looked over her shoulder and said, "maybe you're right. With this jacket there's just a mile of leg. Okay, let's go discover Hamburg.