Steamy Stories Podcast

LOVELY ENCOUNTER IN SOUTH GERMANY Beautiful German Girl at... LOVELY ENCOUNTER IN SOUTH GERMANY Beautiful German Girl at the Munich October-fest. One of my favorite things in the World is beautiful women dressed in their dirndls, which is the traditional, female dress of Bavaria and Austria. The women look amazing in their dirndls with pushed-up breasts showing ample cleavage, whereas guys in lederhosen look a bit silly really, sorry lads. Anyway, on with the story. Even though I was on my own at the festival, people are generally very friendly and merry at Oktoberfest, so it’s not too hard to join in with folk from all nationalities. I was with a group of lads from Australia, the States and some fellow Brits all trying to chat-up the incredibly beautiful German women, all looking fabulous in their dresses. They really seemed to enjoy the attention of the guys, smiling and laughing at our terrible jokes, but I guess a few liters of festival strength beer might have fueled that positive interaction. At one stage in the evening, I spotted a lovely, slender, blue-eyed girl with long, straight brown hair standing alone in a corner. She was wearing a fine quality dirndl of a burgundy satin skirt and a sage-green, laced bodice pushing-up pert little tanned breasts. She looked so pretty, but sadly she seemed to be crying. Like many guys, I have a soft spot and protective feeling for girls who are crying, so I approached her gently, excusing myself and asking in a sensitive tone if she needed any help. She had ceased crying and gave me a weak smile, so I invited her to join our group, which I was sure would cheer her up, as we were on very good form. The young woman’s name was Lilly and it was great luck finding her for she turned-out to be delightful company. Lilly was a student at the University of Heidelberg and had come to Oktoberfest with a friend, who had sadly abandoned her for a boy, leaving her alone and naturally unhappy. I was determined to look after her and keep her entertained so she would forget her troubles. The drink was flowing freely and so was the fun, as folk started to stand on tables in the beer hall sinking steins of beer straight down-in-one to the cheers of the crowd. At the encouragement of my companions and after having boasted of drinking a “yard” of beer at home, I too climbed onto our table and to the bellow of the crowd proceeded to down a liter of beer, turning the stein upside down over my head as proof it was empty. Feeling very manly and proud of myself, I gave an enthusiastic Lilly a hug and a kiss on the lips. Lilly may have been slight, but she was made of strong stuff, as she too climbed onto the table with her stein and to our surprise and to a huge roar from the crowd, proceeded to sink her beer in such a smooth and efficient manner that this would have impressed even a fat builder down the pub. I kind of fell in love with Lilly at that moment, as any girl that can do that will always have a special place in my heart. Soon Lilly and I were kissing and cuddling, somewhat rudely for public consumption since we were both very drunk. I put my strong arms around her and she held onto me tightly as we walked back to the little flat that I had rented. I bought a couple of flowers from a stall to put in her hair, which made her look so cute and as pretty as a picture. When we had entered the cozy, warm flat, we proceeded to the sofa, snogging passionately. We were both kissing and stroking each other’s adoring faces, my hands then fondling the lovely round globes that had been teasing me all evening from above her tight-laced dress. Soon my other hand had worked up under her skirt and was rubbing her moistening slit through silky panties. Lilly began to moan and reached to stroke my swelling cock trapped uncomfortably in my trousers. I moved my head down to Lilly’s pert boobs, releasing them gently from her dirndl and sucking on them with my mouth wide open, my tongue flicking her stiff little nipples

Crazy Post-Covid Weekend: NikkiWhen your boss is your best... Crazy Post-Covid Weekend: Nikki When your boss is your best friend, can his neglected wife call for ‘booty favors’? FRIDAY Everyone, I suspect, is fucked up in some way because of what has transpired over the last 15 months with the spread of COVID-19 and all the associated impacts. Personally, it has meant working from home, overly supporting Amazon and other delivery services and not socializing other than online. I crawled into bed at 11:20pm Sunday night thinking ‘What a crazy fucking weekend. I never… Oh well. It happened. Two days, three nights, three women fucked that I had never imagined fucking.’ It started Friday night. The weather was hot. My friend and boss invited me over at the end of the day. We hadn’t sat and shared a beer in over a year. We were both fully vaccinated. It was time to sit in his backyard and do something that felt a little normal. My boss and I have been friends for a long time. While he’s a Director and I’m a manager, we operate as equals at work. Our careers ebbed and flowed crossing paths several times, bringing one another along to companies we were working at. I arrived at his place a little later than planned. We had an issue at work that kept me engaged until 7:30. Fortunately he lived only 10 minutes from my house. After a shower and shave I walked into his backyard just shy of 8:30. Zach was already half in the bag, five empties sitting next to his chair, a sixth bottle in his hand mostly done. “Shit man. About time. Problem resolved?” Zach slurred out, reaching a hand into a cooler on the other side from the empties, handing me a cold one. “Problem resolved. Bill will monitor it and send an update Saturday and Sunday. Thanks.” We sat talking about how great it was to finally get together, moving to work items, world news topics and just stuff. Halfway into my third beer, Zach’s wife came outside to say hello. “Hey honey, before you sit down, can you bring another 12 out of the fridge and fill the cooler.” “Hey Eric. Nice to see you. Sure Zach. If you really think you need more. Be right back.” “Yep. We need more.” Zach’s wife Nikki was a few years younger than Zach and though she was born well beyond the end of the hippie era, she had a demeanor that would have fit right into those times. She never got dolled up for instance, but had a down-to-earth natural beauty that drew people to her no matter how casual she might be. I watched her walk away, barefoot, braless, wearing a snug but comfortable short skirt and a loose-fitting tank top. Nikki returned with the beer in an open case. When she bent over to fill the cooler, her skirt was just long enough to avoid flashing me with her underwear. On one hand that was too bad, on the other hand, I’m not sure I wanted to be caught gawking at my boss’ wife’s crotch. Nikki collected the empties, including my third which I had just finished, filling the case. Shit. Zach had had nine beers? No wonder our conversation was disjointed and rambling at times. When Nikki sat down beside me with a fresh beer for each of us, she sat back, shifting in her seat. Forget the near miss on the underwear flash. Did I just see what I thought I just saw? Is the braless Nikki also not wearing underwear? While somehow, if I paused to think about it, maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised, I’m sure I just got a flash of Nikki’s pubic hair. While Nikki and I engaged in some catch-up small talk, me unsure where to look, but now and then checking to see if I had seen what I thought I saw, Zach made his first trip to the bathroom since I had arrived, which, in and of itself, was an impress feat. Nine beers, no pee breaks. Impressive. A call came in from work. I apologized to Nikki and took the call. It was Bill. Everything was still running but there was some excessive load on the system. While Bill and I talked, Nikki reclined in the corner of the sofa. She pulled both feet up onto the seat, wrapping her

Woman knocks on door of noisy neighbor to complain. Not too... Woman knocks on door of noisy neighbor to complain. Not too long ago, a young man moved into the flat next door. He seemed kind enough. He’d smile and say hello whenever he passed me in the hallway, and once he even helped me carry my groceries up to my flat when one of my shopping bags broke. That’s when he introduced himself as Darren. He’d be a great neighbor if it weren’t for his frequent sessions of passionate lovemaking. I never once saw his partner with him, but every other day, he’d make her shriek in pleasure for well over an hour. It was so distracting, especially since her sounds would make me so hot and bothered every time.  I’m approaching my forties, and for a long time, I’ve been very happy without a partner. Sex wasn’t something I craved, heck, I barely thought about sex since I broke up with my last boyfriend years ago. But hearing the noises she would make would drive me crazy. I even caught myself pinching my nipples or rubbing my mound through my clothes on some occasions. One day, I’d decided I’d had enough, and knocked on his door to talk to him about the noise. I wasn’t mad, more just tired and a little sexually frustrated. He opened the door. “Oh hey, Mrs Brown. What’s up?” he said, his welcoming smile becoming a concerned look, probably because of seeing my tired expression. I wasn’t married, but I let him calling me ‘Mrs’ slide. I had more important things to talk about. “Darren, hi. Umm… this isn’t easy to say, and I don’t want to seem… erm, like I’m over-reacting, but…” I wrapped my dressing gown tighter around myself and crossed my arms under my chest. “I’ve been hearing you and your girlfriend making love every couple of days and… well it’s just too loud, really.” Darren’s eyes widened slightly at the news, and his hand went to scratch the back of his head. “Ah right, sorry about that. I guess I have to be more careful whenever I bring girls over, now that I’m living in an apartment.” Girls? Not girlfriend? So, he’s just a playboy who goes from girl to girl? Or maybe they were all his girlfriends? The thought made me shiver. I readjusted my gown again, catching his eyes dart to my cleavage before returning to my eyes. “Girls, right. Just, maybe go to their house from now on if you can.” We made our brief goodbyes, and I went back to my room. I suppose it made sense that they were different girls. A young man who can make girls scream the way I’ve heard them scream would be out getting every girl he could. What would I do if he decided he wanted me, too? After the little talk I had with him, an entire week went by with no noise whatsoever. I was honestly quite surprised, and the peace was much appreciated. I did feel a little bad and hoped he was still… well… enjoying himself elsewhere. But then, on a Sunday morning, I woke up to the familiar sounds of another girl being ravished by Darren. This one in particular seemed especially… passionate, chanting and talking to him. “Oh, yes… You’re so good… uh… How are you this good!?… Fuck…” Her excitement was rubbing off on me, and I started rubbing my thighs together to quell the desire between my legs. Whoever he had in there this time, she must have been insatiable. They went at it for hours, through the morning into the early afternoon. It was too much. I had masturbated twice already, and I was still far too horny to function properly. Something had to be done. I really didn’t want to have to do this while they were still going at it, but I threw on my dressing gown and slippers (I hadn’t gotten dressed yet since I’d spent practically the whole morning in bed playing with myself) and went to knock on his door again. The girl couldn’t even bring herself to be silent, her moaning had stopped but I still heard her mewling for a while. I heard some scampering around, and then not too long later, Darren opened the door… wearing only his boxers. “Mrs Brown, hey. Sorry, we’re being too loud,

The coupling of one of the neighbor’s girls. I was out with... The coupling of one of the neighbor’s girls. I was out with my girlfriends at a nightclub. We were drinking, singing and dancing, having a good time together just like any other night out. I went to the bar by myself to buy another round of cocktails for the four of us and waited for the bartender to notice me. A lot of people were there and a lot of them were taller and louder than me, so I knew it wasn’t even worth trying to stand out from everyone else until some of them had left.  I pulled out my phone from my handbag and opened a snapchat from my boyfriend, Will. He was out with his friends, but in the background of the photo was undoubtedly his ex-girlfriend, Jessica. What was he doing out with her? And why didn’t he let me know she was going beforehand? Trying to stay calm, I went to respond. But before I could, one of the guys at the bar came and sat on the stool next to mine and started talking to me. He looked like a typical uni student. He was tall and kinda jacked, with a confident vibe about him. I knew why he was approaching me, and I was ready to shoot him down, but he was actually really kind and sweet to me. I thought he was gonna compliment my tits and say how much he’d like to take me back to his and all that, but instead, he just wanted to learn more about me. We talked about family, my dream of owning a café, how I wanna have kids when I’m older, wholesome things like that. My boyfriend messaged me again at some point, probably because he’d seen that I had opened his message and not replied, but I was so interested in the conversation that I chose to just ignore him for a while. Eventually, some of the people surrounding the bar had left, and the bartender asked me what I wanted. After I ordered the drinks, I turned back to the guy I was speaking to. “So, do you have a girlfriend?” I surprised myself at the words that came out of my mouth. Why was I interested? I mean, I knew why, he was hot and seemed nice, but I was taken. The photo of Will with his ex in the background flashed in my mind for a second. Before I could think about it more, he said “No no, I’m single. But I am looking for someone. That’s why I started talking to you.” I laughed, nervously “Heh. I- I have a boyfriend, so…” I trailed off, blushing at the thought that he found me attractive. His admitting that he was interested in me the way he did showed courage. I wanted to reward his behaviour, not shut it down and make him think he wasn’t good enough. “Oh, don’t worry, love.” He goes on to say. “I’m not interested in him, I’m interested in you.” I just stared at him in silence. I didn’t know what to say to that. I didn’t expect someone who seemed so compassionate and polite could come out with something so forward. His eyes never left mine. Something happened in those few seconds. Some switch in my brain flicked, and I already made my mind up. The bartender placed the tray on drinks down, snapping my eyes away from the guy I was speaking to. I picked up the tray and balanced it on one hand as I placed my other hand on his knee. “Wait here for me.” I said in a low voice. As began to strut back to my table with the girls, I looked back to see him staring at me with a smirk on his face. Not long later, I found myself bracing against the door of a stall in the men’s room as the bar guy pounded me from behind. My black dress was hiked up around my waist and I was standing on uneven feet since one of my heels had fallen off at some point. This guy was full of surprises. I still didn’t even know his name, and yet here he was rearranging my insides with his big dick while squeezing my boobs hanging out the top of my dress. I had been with guys before, and Will was the best boyfriend yet when it came to sex, but this guy made sex a whole different experience. He thrust with such urgency, and I felt so desired. We hadn’t spoken a word to each other since I collected the drinks at th