Chapter 12: The Storm

I had to stop and take time to think about how cool my life had turned out, not in Vietnam, in Germany with Hanna and friends, my new association with my old guy friend the boiler man. I had lived in Hawaii and was from the Pacific Northwest with a combination of life adventures both awesome and bad. But all in all I had a gamut of experiences and I was still only 22 years old, the sergeant E-5 draftee of the late 1960’s.

Why I was chosen to serve at the kaserne that was a Hitler favorite, the school for S.S. select troops was amazing. I had come here all alone by train and now I knew more about this place than even Hanna who grew up playing in some of the huge buildings more recently abandoned, a generation ago, by the Nazis when the Allies came and shot the place up. So much history was still so raw. And I was having a lot of sex, the parochial religious trained kid only four years out of high school. I was jokingly labelled and loved being “The Virgin”, the loner, the outsider, dyed in the wool Cunnilingus master. And as Hanna referred to me I was the “Sarge In Charge Of Pussies”.

“Come to the snack bar. Things all arranged, ready to go,” said Hanna speaking in whispers as I ordered my “drei Eier mit Schinken und stinken”. She always gave me the stink eye when I said it like that. “Okay” I nodded, “three eggs and Ham mit stinken”.

I sat down with my food and watched her working until the C.O.’s wife arrived and ordered something, nodded to Hanna and looked my direction. I wasn’t sure if she intended to sit with me or not. I worried about being seen sitting together not thinking anyone knew anything about our history. So when she got her food and turned around to sit I got up with mine and moved far to the back of the room, out of the way. She came back, all the way, sat at the table next closer to the front but opposite and facing me. Nobody was close by. She smiled maybe kind of shyly and I did the same; after all we knew quite a bit about each other in a special way.

I ate quickly and kept watching the others in the room. Many left and it was off hours for the snack bar, not near meal time. Finally I got up and took my coffee and without asking I took her cup with me and filled both, came back and sat down just opposite her. She said, “Thank you,” quietly and after I set the two cups down she reached and took my hand. That felt so warm. It really affected me. I lifted her hand, looked around and then kissed it, an odd thing for me to do but it felt good. That really seemed to please her as I noted the scent of her. “Are you ready to come with us?” I asked. “Well, where are we going?” she responded.

I didn’t know what Hanna might have told her but I began to describe a little about The Storm without calling it that. “You will not believe the experience. It is SO wonderful. I really want to be there with you,” I said. “This place is like no other and maybe Hanna told you about it?” “Not very much,” she replied. “But what I want is you.”

I went ahead being very careful to watch for others possible interest in what we were doing. No way did I want any word to get rumored around about the commanding officer’s wife. But I told her about my experience with The Storm’s magic and how it was certainly the greatest sexual experience of my life. I think that really held water with her because she probably thought I was the greatest sexual experience of her life. I was describing something even greater without involving intercourse. “Are you coming with us?” I made it seem as though it was the utmost important thing for me to take her there. I simply didn’t want to go without her. “Hanna and I want to take you to the next level, so much more than the bath tub. This is it.”

That surely set her curiosity in motion and she nodded “Yes”. I got up to take my tray back, a nod to Hanna behind the counter. It was time for her to get off work and she grabbed her things, went back to touch the wife on the shoulder and they both got up to go into the ladies room. I waited moments and then Hanna came to the door and nodded to me again which meant the coast was clear. I went into the ladies room and we all moved to the rear to find the door described earlier. It was posted “Achtung Verboten”.

There was no padlock on the door but there was a very heavy hasp. I checked the color coded lock in my pocket and opened the door, a closet that had nothing in it. Going inside I noted the hasp also on the inside that would exclude anybody following us. There was also a simple sliding bolt and I pondered the logic of using it instead of the hasp-lock. Inside the closet was a back wall I could see hinged. It moved and I signaled the two ladies to follow in. Inside and beyond was a set of stairs made of stone descending. They moved forward with lights ahead of me and deciding I padlocked the door from inside. This was already totally spooky. Only moments later we heard a toilet flush.

We all descended in a large long slow spiral down finally bringing us to a place I remembered. It was not far from the steam and I spoke to Hanna which kind of caused them to jump a little. I laughed, “We can talk now.” There was relief and I kissed them both with a hug and, “I love you guys. You’re so brave. I’m going to make you happy.” They smiled with approval. “Follow me. We’re going to the steam.”

Hanna gave her approval immediately as she told her friend the wife about our experiences in it earlier.

Around a corner we all witnessed the beginning of the steam swirling, moving about and touching our faces. It was moist warm in a very welcome kind of softness. It brought back memories but seemed even more luxurious than the first time and Hanna commented about that as she immediately moved to get into it. “OH! I’m getting naked right now,” she said. She did and then raised her arms high twirling in it as the glistening drops on her body shone more and more. This seemed to impress the wife and she looked at me as I winked at her and I said, “May I help you?”

She stood still and nodded again kind of shy. “Do you know how long we might be down here?” I kind of laughed but said, “Oh, not so long but just long enough.” I gathered up Hanna things to fold up, placed to the side and then I kissed the wife and held her for moments before helping her remove clothes. I kissed her all over and then she helped me too. We were ready to join Hanna in the steam.

She had moved into the core of the wetter energy. We moved to her to hold her for a bit as we all shared the experience of that warmth of moisture that reached everywhere. The wife exclaimed it was trying to get into her and I laughed. “Yes it is and this isn’t the ultimate yet. Trust it. It is good and you will have the best sex-ever-soon.

You have to give yourself to it in order to experience the extremes that it can take you to. We rely on each other to feel the love and you’ll want to experience this again and again. This is just a touch of what is yet to come.”

I wasn’t sure if I should have brought that up yet but, there you go in the moment of passion. I had such an enormous erection with two ladies hanging on like an anchor in the storm.

“Okay we have to move on now.” “You mean this is not it?” questioned the wife. “Well no, not hardly,” said Hanna. “We have to move through another tunnel to get to The Storm.” “The Storm? What? What storm?” I grabbed them both around the waist and we moved through the steam while I navigated on what the old man described to me, my first time as well. We had not moved further through the steam the last time Hanna was with me. She and I just had sex on the spot. We had some distance to go and I hoped the steam would not get unbearable. It was crazy steaming up my glasses.

Oddly the rock slab floor under our bare feet didn’t get unbearably hot and we were able to move about, through, around to avoid the extra hot bursts of moisture finally arriving at the tunnel I’d witnessed from the far end. However it was getting smellier. We were soaked wet from the steam experience. I laughed at the almost ridiculous nature of what we were doing and now told them we had to wade through the tunnel to an aperture at the far end. This is where the wife was getting reluctant but of course Hanna was ready to go although the dank odor was getting more intense as we left the steam behind.

Nakedness was punctuated with shivers from the wet and cooler air as I told them I would go first, the way being what seemed like fifty yards distance. Hanna would bring up the rear helping the wife along, coaxing her with hands. At first we schlogged through ankle deep thick goo, slippery and then the stuff got deeper thankfully becoming less thick. I was wanting to get through this in a hurry, no need to experience this part of it as it was certainly not the least bit sexy. Hanna and I both knew the reward waiting for us but the wife did not and when the stinking goo reach our waists she was not happy. It smelled bad. I wasn’t happy either when my penis dipped in, no longer stiff. We eventually were up to our teats but almost finished, the end coming up within ten yards distance. We had to negotiate stair steps when we finally began to arrive and the slippery poop we were immersed in was dragging, making it very hard to get up and stay erect. I did NOT want to go over my head in that crap. That was too gross to ponder.

Hanna was coaxing the wife but anger and fear were welling with the condition of us.

I reached around to the sides and found something to hang on to, places here and there. I had them hang on to me as I thought about ways to alleviate this problem in the future. I kind of wished I’d worn a belt or brought rope so that they could grab on but this time it would be difficult at best. “We have to go slow, make no mistakes so that none of us goes under. That would be far too gross.” Up and up, I finally thought I was near the landing, the aperture, when I found some really good anchorage and I carefully turned around. “Gra-a-ab-my-penis!,” I called out to the wife. “HANG ON. I’ll pull you up the rest of the way. You hold on to her Hanna.”

I was proud of them getting this far. They did hold on and the wife gave me an erection which certainly helped steady her. Up she came covered with dark goo and got her footing on the level followed by Hanna who laughed when she pulled on my penis too. “Saved by the quick of the dick in the nick of the thick!” We were all up on the level standing looking at one another in all that stinking brown poop. “Okay, let’s get out of here and get this aperture open.” I merely touched the lens type of feature as it sprang open to reveal the vault and we all knelt to go through. But I stopped them quickly to tell them something important.