American man and German woman enjoy time together

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So this is the story of the first woman I had sex with when I moved to Germany. It’s true though I have changed names and location details to throw off the scent of anyone that may know me.

I’m an Afro-Latin man and this was when I had just turned 19 and was assigned to go to Germany and work in a city right off the Rhine. This was in the mid 90s and during winter. I was not prepared for that kind of cold, but I made due as I always do.

I had no friends, no contacts, barely spoke the language well enough to order food or ask for directions. I tried to make the best of an awkward situation. I explored the city every day after work on foot and while still not familiar enough to be a guide I learned that I was going to love it. The block I lived on was full of people from all over the world including some that spoke Spanish and English. In my travels I met a fellow American, Maria, she was of Mexican descent so we hung out a lot and would explore together some times. Eventually we became fuck buddies until she got into a serious relationship with her boss and wasn’t allowed to play with me anymore.

The biggest piece of luck was that there was an Irish pub two blocks away run by two of the funniest Scots ever. It would become like my 2nd home. Nearly every day after I explored I would stop there and get a pint. I liked people watching and admiring how beautiful the women were without trying to cake their faces with make up and wear name brand fashions. They were just naturally attractive and didn’t act over-confident or self-centered.

There was one woman that caught my eye early on, she stood out because she was Asian and there weren’t too many at the time from the little exploration around the city. She’s a story for another time.

One cold Saturday after the farmers market was wrapping up Maria and I discovered a small museum exhibit in the warehouse next to my favorite book store. We got in line and tried to make out the ticket prices. From looking at it I could translate enough that there were two tickets, but I didn’t quite understand. There was a very cute petite woman behind me with piercing green eyes and light blond hair peeking out from under her grey knit cap. Her build and her face made me think that this is what en elf is supposed to look like. I mentioned to Maria I think she’s cute and probably has really cute ears too. I whispered it obviously, but apparently she heard me and smiled. No matter I thought how could she have possibly understood everything I said.

Maid in heaven

When I finally got to the admission window I tried to understand, but the lady didn’t speak English and my German was probably worse than her English. Maria didn’t understand either. Than the elf girl behind us says. “It’s two tickets. One for the main exhibit down stairs and the other ticket is for the taxidermy exhibit on the top floor.” in perfect English with just a hint of German accent. Then she said, “Once we get inside you can see if my ears are cute or not.” My complexion is dark enough where my blushing probably isn’t obvious, but in this case I’m sure it was.

My jaw dropped. She smiled at me and looked me in the eyes. My heart was beating so fast. I asked her if she would come with us and translate and I would cover the cost of her ticket. She agreed. Her name was Inge, pronounced Ingah. We spent about 2 hours total wandering in the exhibit and we discussed life and what we had done. She was a journalism student at the local college, but she had lived about 4 years in the US. My friend Maria got the hint and left us alone after the museum.

Together we walked around. She took me to places I had been before, but explained the significance of the statues, or buildings, which before I just admired for looks. Around 6 I asked her if she was hungry so we could get something to eat and she suggests we go back to her apartment after picking up take out Chinese food from the little place that was less than a block from me. It turned out she lived on the same block.

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