Chapter 5: The Lost Love

Please note, again, this is a re write of the story and the preceding chapters are all written anew up to this point.

[to the readers it’s time I explained something which might not be evident yet but throughout all the stories I’m the same character originating from THE DAIRY OF DESIRE. My attributes created in me by the goddess milkers sustain through life to use on all my future friends, with reservations, my not wanting to reveal the full truth about what I am unless I’m drunk or otherwise coerced.]

Monaco was fun although we didn’t stay long. It was dripping with wealth and Ron the former owner of Herman told me about his experiences there.

He’d traveled and also stopped in Monaco during his adventures in Herman after he, like me, took his discharge in Europe.

He traveled down through Yugoslavia to Greece and then the ferry over to Brendisi Italy, traveled up north through La Spezia and around to Monaco. I was lucky to have his experiences told me as a guide and he’d stopped, parked Herman right in the front of the Grand Casinos, walked right in as proud as could be. That was Ron totally unlike shy me.

We drove up the hill to look around and took in the sights. It was morning and March; it was not tourist season so there was no traffic and it was really pleasant.

Maria insisted we stop, walk around and shy me would follow her courage. I’d not been to Reno or Las Vega so I had no comparisons to make but Monaco seemed so rich indeed. It was fun to have such a sexy lady on my arm and we didn’t spend a dime.

We drove on and down the hill through the winding streets and then as I approached the sea I realized I was driving the famous formula one race course route. Cool. Thirty horse power Herman was going through the gears. Now both Herman and I were proud.

I drove right on and out of Monaco. What I can’t remember is whether there was a border stop at France. Regardless we were soon in France and Italy was no more.

Nice, Marseille, Nimes, Montpellier, Narbonne, we were in the part of the world where my ancestors came from. They were of southern France and I found I liked the people there. The girls were friendly and I’d heard so many stories about how the Paris French were snobs.

I didn’t know for a fact whether that was true but during my Army days, having traveled to Baden-Baden once before with a friend, we drove across the Rhine into France and went to a bar to eat. I ordered bier in my best German and got incredibly rude treatment. I don’t know if I would have done any better using my English but there you go. I was in fear of the French, no way to treat a really shy guy.

The Moors had taken over that part of the world for a very long time and my grandfather, both Irish and French was somewhat dark skinned. He was also a pioneer hop grower in the high desert where I came from, another reason for being dark but because his mother, French, was also dark complexion I had to wonder about that Moor influence which I thought was romantic.

I was fascinated how the French butchered their grapes during the winter pruning. They cut back really severely, vineyards one after the other. But their expertise in wine grapes needs not be questioned.

We were headed for the border with Spain because Ron said he enjoyed the Costa Brava on the Mediterranean north of Barcelona. But first we was driving the Riviera.

The beaches were still empty for the most part. Too early for that. we could cut off at Cannes and stay north of the water, avoid big city Marseille heading to Aix-en-Provence. Beyond I could angle over to Nimes.

Along the way we picked up a couple, young people hitchhiking, natives of Scotland. The were hitching around Europe prior to getting married and staying in youth hostels. They were delightful and she had the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. I was utterly taken with her. She was entirely sweet and her fiance was a be speckled nerd like me. I thought how lucky he was and I teased Maria about it.

We stopped in Aix for coffee, sat and shared travel stories. I wished we didn’t have to part with them because they were so much fun. Alas, they were bound for the hostel and my hostel was normally Herman. But I thought about opting for a pension for Maria to get a shower.

Aix was probably the most quaint town I ever saw in Europe and there were plenty of them like that. But Aix appeared like something Disney would have created, so perfect. The pension was my treat, a good decision after all.

We were on our own again and on our way in Herman beginning to think about Saint Tropez and the plans with the rest of the girls from Brazil setting a date to meet, that is before we left them behind. I had to wonder about whether we should take the chance to double back to the coast again out of our way from Aix-en-Provence.

I counted the days since I’d left the school near Munich. If we drove back down to the Riviera and east to Saint Tropez I would land just about on the date we’d set. What a funny coincidence. I had no way of knowing how I might be accepted if we happened to run into each other. A dilemma. We decided to try it.

As we slept that night I had visions of sugar fairies dancing in my head. I suppose it meant I might have been a bit horny affecting my decision making. Of course I was horny. That’s what guys are snorted to.

Saint Tropez was miles of homes along the coast, quite dry climate reminding me of California. The town proper was rather small and we looked for a coffee place. I decided to park and walk around looking for a place to eat.

There wasn’t much actually. But finally we found a counter with some items, just bread and cheese, stuff like that. I got brave and asked the girl behind the counter if she spoke English, “Yes,” and she was friendly.

“We’re looking for a group of girls from Brazil. Curious, wondering if you might by chance have run into them.” She didn’t quite understand the reference to crashing into them. I laughed. “Sorry. Forgive me. I mean might you have seen a group of maybe seven. They are quite outgoing. We left them in Munich, Munchen. We had made plans for Saint Tropez, maybe to meet.” She smiled. No answer immediately.

We sat and ate, drank tiny cups of espresso. She came over and sat. We were the only people in the place.

“There are some girls who might be described as you say. I spent time with them. They are really fun. And they told me about their school in Munchen, about their homes in Sao Paulo. We shared a lot of stories.” She gave me a kind scrutinizing squint. “How do you know them?”

“We met them, my friend and I. I was then in the Army, U.S ... I’m discharged, out now and I returned to meet them at their school after I became a civilian. Well, two of them came to Nuremnberg where I was stationed looking for me but that’s another story.”

I laughed low and got contemplative. “They, if these you mention are the same, showed me a REAL GOOD time, so to speak. Yes, you might say they are fun and Maria is one of them. She and I decided to travel together for a while.

Anyway, I spent the night with them and after I woke up I got in my bus and took off, early, leaving all but Maria behind. You might say they had a little too much fun at my expense. But I hold no grudge; I’m not mad. They were just crazy fun over the top.”

I looked at Maria and then our host gave me a look and started grinning really wide. “You’re Sergeant Tom?” “Oh geez. You have seen them.”

The situation suddenly was prompting my shyness and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pursue further but she continued. “They stay at a place on the beach. I see them everyday and I’ve introduced them to people, local. We have a lot of fun.”

She got coy, maybe shy as she went on. “They told me about you.” She covered her mouth for a moment, eyes darting. “They told me and we laughed. That was VERY funny.” “You think so. Okay. I have to admit it was pretty funny but embarrassing to say the least. Really? They told you all about it, all of it?”

I told her how we left them without a word, drove through Innsbruck and over the Brenner pass, down to La Spezia. “You won’t believe this. I fell in love with a girl whose family runs a restaurant in the town. I think she wanted me to stay, be married. The family was very accepting but it didn’t work out.” “When did you leave Munchen?” she asked. I told her and she laughed. “You fell in love and did all that in just a few days?” “Yes.” I felt silly. “Are you on the roll?” she meant as she struggled with the words to ask the question and I really laughed at her concept. “When you put it that way,” and we all laughed.

“Maria has been such a good friend to me through all of that. I owe her a lot for putting up with me. She’s the one deserving real love.

“Look,” she said as she turned her head aside. Through the window outside we saw two persons walking across the road in our direction. One of them was Adriana, Maria’s friend and I was shocked. I really never expected to see any of the girls from Brazil again. I looked at our host and I shook my head in disbelief. “Wow. I can’t imagine.”

She raised her arm and started waving at the two headed our way. She seemed excited. I wasn’t sure what to do but I would simply remain seated, waiting. I saw Maria’s face as she showed recognition first for Adriana, stopping short, a look of real surprise. So she waved and they continued to come in with a little hesitation.

I stood up, to be polite. I would offer my chair but our host indicated she would get more chairs. But I just stood there waiting.

They came in through the door, the girl with Adriana very reluctantly coming toward us. They didn’t seem so shy which was expected and I extended my hand for the greeting in a very polite manner. “Nice to see again,” I said with a wink.

There were few words on their part as they looked at one another and smirked. Maria immediately spoke. “Sergeant Tom and I have traveled through Austria, down through north Italy and he almost got married since you’ve seen him,” She laughed. There was quite a look of surprise at that news.

Adriana and the other girl whose name I didn’t remember smiled and they sat down. They kept their eyes on me with imposed wonderment.

They looked at the girl who worked at the counter. There was a shrugged shoulder and question mark in her look. “Ask him,” said Maria. Adriana looked back at her, “Are you serious?” “Sure,” I interrupted. “You left us without saying a word of goodbye,” said Adriana. “Well, yeah,” I responded in the manner expected. “You guys had too much fun taking advantage of me and I thought I should get going. Enough was enough.” They just sat there, no words.

“Okay, I wasn’t going to stop here, was headed for Spain but I got to thinking and really, no hard feelings. Given time I thought you guys were a bit mean but drunk like me and after all, it was quite funny, right? The local people certainly had fun.” They nodded their heads and loosened up a bit. “But, I have one question. Okay?” They nodded again. “Did you guys have sex using me?” They turn toward each other and covered their mouths laughing. “Shouldn’t I ask?”

Adriana sat up straight composing herself. “Well,” she looked around at everyone. “In a sense you might say we did.” She couldn’t remain composed. They started giggling again including the girl who worked there. That immediately clued me in on her knowing everything that happened. I let out a long sigh. They spoke in French and I wasn’t surprised my Brazilian friends spoke French too.

“And I suppose it also might explain why my butt felt funny.” At that point there was serious but subdued long laughter. Apparently it wasn’t enough to have been fucked in the ass by the bier hall customers. The Brazilians wanted more?

“Okay, listen. Can we put this behind us then? No pun intended? Can we just go on and forget about it? You guys had fun. Enough.” Some more French followed, more smiles and I avoided thinking about it.

We talked, shared stories especially the one about me and La Spezia because the girl from behind the counter wanted so badly to tell it. “Let him tell it,” said Maria. “You wouldn’t believe it other than it’s him and we know him well.” So I told the two girls from Brazil about my adventures beyond leaving them behind on my way to Innsbruck.

I decided they needed details since they deserved it as reprisal. I included Maria sleeping with me. I looked at Maria to see how she felt about my telling. She nodded yes and in kind of an evil grin kind of way. I described our love making, how I’m safe and I proved my special physical “adjustments” by deities for her by doing things with my penis that no other humans can do and Maria backed me up. “It’s true. Hard to believe without witnessing it but he’s magic, really.”

We told about Sophia and our love making, really great love making, a three way adventure. I told about her sharing a shower with both Maria and I. Her relationship with her parents allowing us to make love in the next room right after meeting them for the first time. “After we three had sex the first time she went out through the living room where her parents were watching TV to get a bottle of wine out of Herman, outside. She was buck naked! Next morning her mother winked at me when she asked how I slept!” I laughed. “They were quite cool.”

I told them all about Pisa, every detail. I even told them about how I had an extraordinary orgasm right out the window slot up high. “You should have seen the mess I made on the high side of the tower’s lean. Nobody ever did that before to that icon landmark.” And of course Maria backed up my story.

I think they were about ready to beat it when I got to those real juicy facts. “I can’t make this stuff up. I thought you knew all about me and my ‘adjusted’ body functions,” I said winking at Maria. I think Adriana may have blushed but the girl with her certainly did through her beautiful dark skin. But they didn’t say one way or the other as to whether the facts were known, maybe nodded.

[From my past at the Dairy Of Desire - No, they really didn’t know about my real attributes at least not yet]

It was decided, after we had made up pretty well, I would be invited to the beach house they were staying at. “Kristina and Ana went home to Sao Paulo.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” news I didn’t expect. “I feel bad leaving them like that.” I got quiet. “It’s okay,” said Maria. “They were using you. They are gremlins just as you once said. We can have more fun without them.” I looked at her but still felt uneasy with that news. But she leaned over, gave me a kiss.

I kind of melted. “Thank you,” I said.

Five girls from Brazil, the number was decreasing. But their rented beach house was cool.

We started making plans almost instantly. With five girls I could take all of them in my bus. The back two facing bench seats were room for 6 although that wasn’t necessary. Maria, of course, would remain riding with me up front, be my navigator so I could kiss her and let her play with me.

We could stop often, get to know each other and four could sit really comfortable in the back. We all had sleeping bags and a tent for overflow, other stuff but all would fit okay. Herman would have a job to do packing us down south to Spain, Costa Brava, Barcelona and beyond. We would say good bye to our new friend from Saint Tropez with promises to try to see her again on our way north.

I had no idea what was ahead. After crossing Spain’s border I drove a ways and the countryside was very sparsely populated. There were ancient castles on the hills like knolls here and there, kind of magical in a landscape like no other I’d seen before. The traffic was extremely light on the highway.

At some point driving south I noticed a stream crossing under the roadway made of clean gravel and somewhat shallow but wide. I drove on a bit and then mentioned it to Maria. We decided to go back and pull off the road to stop. Herman was dirty, shamefully so.

There again was really no traffic, no one around.

A very quiet place surrounded us as I finally dared to drive Herman into the stream beyond sight of the highway around a bend. I drove him into the middle, took off my shoes to get out and give him a little washing. No soap, just a bucket for stream water.

I started imagining him an elephant with a spare tire mounted in front. I got him good and clean and it always made me feel good to wash a car. No I wasn’t stuck in the stream because again it was all clean gravel and I would just drive out back to the highway when finished.

But first my five travelers started to bring out food and wine to spread a picnic out for us to sit on. We ate and drank and it was probably in the mid seventies Fahrenheit. It was really nice.

We laughed and carried on telling stories about our sorted past something we all knew about. They liked to tease about Kristina and how bossy she was.

“Too bad she’s not with us,” I said. They all chimed in, “No it’s not.” “She’s so spoiled,” was the consensus. “You don’t know it but her family is super rich.” “Really?” I was surprised. “Yeah, like the richest!” They started teasing me. “You had your chance pal. You should have stayed in Nuremberg and let her try on her new night gown. You may have had marriage plans in your future.” They laughed tickling me and piling on.

“You guys are kidding me, truly,” I said. “Nope,” said Maria. That is the truth but look. You now have traded five of us for Kristina and Ana. Isn’t that a far better deal?” “You guys are also gremlins I think. I’ll never know though, will I?”

Maria jumped up, went around to the back of the bus to open up Herman’s lift door. She was doing something maybe with her luggage for a bit and then came out in her bikini. “Wow! I wasn’t expecting this,” I said. She was gorgeous of course. “Are you trying to prove your point?” I said. We had some more wine and she was swishing around making sexy coy for me, trying to kick water up on us. “I love the way you look you gremlin!”

The other girls got up and went around the other side of Herman to come out in their bikinis as well. “Okay, okay, you have proved your point. Money isn’t everything. You five are best, better best. I’m the luckiest guy anywhere. I admit it.” They all laughed and surrounded me to start pouring more wine down my throat. “You better keep up with me,” I said.

I might have known they would start removing my clothes when enough wine was consumed. “I don’t have a bikini. I don’t even have swim trunks.” “You don’t need any pal,” came the response. I didn’t fight them either as they took everything off and Maria was first to attack my crotch simply soft arousing. I was stiff as could be instantly. They were so familiar because they had been there with my body before in Munich probably doing things I would never know about.

We were pretty drunk. “What now girls?”

“We know you make lots of that stuff coming out of you. We already had fun with that. We’ll just do it again, spread and slide all over you.” They got rather silly with the help of even more wine and I was just plain masturbated by five lovely ladies as they rubbed themselves all over me. Occasionally one person would suck on me and they already knew what my gizem tasted like so the girls all watched each other as they looked like cats with their kill each waiting their turn to have a bite.

Each one of them with the encouragement of the others cheering them on did a strip tease in front of me as the rest shared playing with my penis. They kept giving me orgasms as the gizem kept coming, being spread all over. They bet each other which one of them could make me ejaculate quicker. I bet it was Maria. I’m not sure of the results but I was really making goo which they loved and couldn’t get enough of. “Hell,” I said. “We could have used this for soap on Herman.”

I rolled over and coaxed the girl in front of me to let me do what I was so good at with vaginas. I showed he my tongue and before she could exclaim I had already folded her legs back kissing her thighs. I planted my mouth surrounding her vagina and warmed her up next focusing on her G spot. The other four were totally focused and they seemed pleased, joined the lineup to next have me do them. I was on a roll making my friends very happy.

I coaxed them to make a circle with their bodies. I told them I would tell them a story about the sister nymphs and how they five represented the perfect flower of Nature. Then I worked my way around each portion to “deflower” them with my tongue. “SSShhhh, you’ll wake the world,” I teased because it was Adriana who was the most vocal.

I rolled her over and lifted her to her knees, licked her from one end to the other repeating as she shrieked when I showed her my tongue at length using it to pleasure her. We collapsed in laughter as I repeatedly used my long tongue to tease her anus. Some were kind of shocked but not so much to complain about it and Adriana was out of her mind aroused.

Exhaustion resulting from overly aroused caused nap time and we basked in the sun. When we woke the creek proved a bath time just down stream where the deep pool formed. It was cold but it was really refreshing.

We whiled away maybe two hours with Herman sitting in the creek soaking as we messed around, five girls and one guy showing them no end of pleasure. I worked hard. They were always amazed at what I could provide without end it seems, my penis traveling around and around to pleasure them all.

And to prove how safe I was, to legitimize my claims Maria backed me up on, I had her fuck me so I could ejaculate a giant one with force to shoot down creek, to prove I was nothing like normal. There were gasps from some girls, understandably, but then laughter when it was obvious no one was harmed and they cheered me to do it again and again. No harm. I was happy to oblige. It was an aerial display kind of like the Fourth of July.

[Example: But then again, my major ejaculations were not something to be taken lightly]

When we were getting sober again I said we needed to get more supplies and head for one of those ancient castles in the distance. “Let’s stop, first available, get lots of food.” Then I’d drive up close as we could get, a kind of rough road and hike the short distance to the ruins, eat our last meal for the day. A lot more bread and cheese, maybe meat sticks, more wine. Our diet was pretty simple and probably not great-healthy but I know I had already lost a bit of weight.

It was always said traveling in Europe caused you to lose weight and it’s true.

But sitting in the ruins at height I could see the distance and more little ruins of castles graced more hills and it appeared to be something maybe Medieval, small kingdoms vying for space. This was a great experience jogging our imaginations. There was all this history within our reach and nobody was around, all deserted with no barriers to being able to explore and in our case make love.

Along the Costa Brava it was touristy in style but as of yet few if any tourists. Unlike the girls in southern France the people around the coast were not friendly for the most part and that was disappointing but the girls from Brazil were ice breakers. I was a group of five ladies and one guy to deal with. We did get attention although it was evident the locals didn’t really like tourists. But all I had to do is stand back and let Maria do her thing, charming. I was lucky.

I told my girls it reminded me of Hawaii and the locals there with their disdain for tourists, haoles. I could relate to that, understanding.

Two lady hitchhikers were on the side of the road with their thumbs out and they looked American. The dearth of such people was really evident to me and since I was discharged two years to the day after I was inducted, a draftee, I got out of the Army not at the best time for traveling, too early in the season to meet folks but here were these two to possibly add to my five friends, seven ladies and one guy.

I didn’t really confer with my five about taking them along. Maybe I was being greedy in a pre season dearth of friendly travelers but I didn’t think it could hurt to help by giving them a ride.

I fail to mention here I had previously picked up a Canadian guy who oddly turned out a non English speaking French Canadian from Quebec. Not a word of English would he try and sign language was all we had. He sat in the front seat of the bus between Maria and I. Basically we hardly said a word and had to disconnect the tape deck, no music.

It wasn’t very comfortable. So when the girls appeared on the side of the road I was elated because they would create the excuse to drop off the guy.

The two new hitchhikers had to sit in the back of the bus with four girls from Brazil behind the partition that separated the two compartments. There was a Plexiglas window but that’s it. No talking back and forth unless we stopped and we did.

The roadway going south in Spain was a nice little two lane highway and as mentioned before there was little traffic. We approached a really cute small village along the way and I wanted to check that out so I pulled over to hand sign the French Canadian. I was turning around and he got his backpack, gear, and headed on south down the highway with his thumb out. The six girls were waiting in the back and I quietly told them I would drive up north just a bit and turn into the village on the other side of the road. We could connect there. I told them he spoke no English. It was time for him to go. I didn’t have to explain my guilt for letting the hitchhiker go but that’s just me. I was hungry and he gave us an odd expression as he watched the six girls alone with just one guy head back up the highway.

“If only he spoke at least a little English,” I noted for Maria. “But I’m not complaining since I only speak one.”

The two girl hitchhikers were a bit stand offish I thought but they were expected to hang with four girls from Brazil, no formal introduction. Turns out they were from New York.

Like so many girls, which was very brave, they had purchased the incredibly cheap flights, round trip from the states, to travel Europe with a backpack and very little else. I’d not done that, although I was there, because I always had a car. But I met many girls, mostly traveling in pairs, who arrived to hit the road and even slept off of the roadways in vineyards or orchards, in the woods using sleeping bags and mostly no tents. It was a time of great freedom and much better safety than years later.

They used hostels for the showers, these two girls from New York, and were hiking south to cross the isthmus of Gibraltar to Morocco. I thought that was perhaps a little beyond brave but I would learn more about Morocco later.

I was friendly, very happy now and I offered to buy them something to eat as we cruised the shops for the usual bread, cheese and bottles of wine. We all set up off the road a ways under the trees and enjoyed the day.

I told them about what we’d seen up north, little castle ruins, washing Herman the bus in a stream, making love which got their attention, asked them to tell us about their adventures.

They were traveling on Eurail train passes and hitchhiking. As mentioned they were heading for Morocco and I asked them why. I guess they trusted another American because they were going there to see him for the hashish which was plentiful. That certainly was interesting and the more wine we drank the more honest we all got.

We all laid in the shade after eating and finished more wine. I asked where they were going to stay the night and they just replied “somewhere, what we can find”. I thought to ask them if they would mind camping with us and Herman but first they asked where I would stay and I said, “Herman and my five good friends.” We decided we could camp together.